Back in Black

Beginnings

"Leave my daughter out of this, you Son of A Bitch!" I heard my mom say. "She has nothing to do with this. Please, she's the only one I have left." She begged. She was speaking the truth. 

Suddenly I heard someone climbing the stairs. Heavy footsteps. A man. I ran into my mom's bedroom and locked the door. It did nothing, and it wasn't long until the scary guy was right behind me. He grabbed me by the collar. All the while, I was kicking and screaming to no avail. The man dragged me down the stairs. Struggling to breathe with the stranger's hand grabbing my shirt, I screamed for Mom to help me, save me, do SOMETHING.

"Shut the hell up." The stranger snarled. I looked at her and she nodded. I tried to silence my tears as best as I could. 

"Alexandra, honey, go pack a bag for Bobby's, I have some business to attend to." I rushed upstairs, grabbing all of my clothes, which wasn't much, and shoving it into a duffel. I grabbed my sleeping bag and flashlight and my only stuffed animal, Mr. Puffles the penguin and ran back downstairs. 

"I won't touch a hair on her pretty little head, I promise."

"Promises don't mean much coming from a demon." She spat. Upon seeing me come down the stairs, she started to take her necklace off. She put it around my neck. "Alex, I love you so unbelievably much. Promise me that you'll always keep it on." I nodded. "That's my girl. Now go get my phone, and call Bobby."

    "Yes, Mom" I replied. I couldn't reach where she had put it, so I grabbed the dining room chair and grabbed my mom's phone, running out the back door. I looked for my uncle's name in the contacts, but I couldn't find it. I saw the name of a friend of Bobby's pop on the screen. John Winchester. "John?"

    "Alex, where's your mom?"

    "I need to talk to Bobby. Is he there?" I asked.

    "Yeah, he's right here. Hang on a second, sweetie." 

    "Alex, is everything alright?"

    "No, someone's at my house and they threatened Mom and I'm scared. Bobby, they were some kind of monster."

    "Okay, okay, where are you?" He interrupted, sounding extremely concerned.

    "I'm at that diner down the street from my house." I replied.

    "Hold on tight, Lex, I'll be there in an hour tops."

    "I'm scared."

    "I know, just don't talk to anyone, play on your mom's phone. If anyone asks, tell them your uncle is coming to getchya."

    "Okay." I replied. I did as he told me, and soon enough, I heard a loud but comforting purr of an engine outside. I jumped up as the door jingled. I ran into Bobby's arms.

    "Alex, are you alright?" He asked. 

    "Can we go?" I asked, fear seeping through my already high-pitched voice. He nodded. As we got into the car, he started telling me the rules.  "I know all the rules. You've been teaching them to me since I was born."

"I don't need any sass from you." He replied. "As I was saying, you'll be sharing a room with the boys while they're here."

"Which boys?" I asked, eyeing him suspiciously. 

"John's boys. Sam and Dean."

"Have I met them before?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Sam's five and Dean's nine, just like you." He replied

"Oh. Do they know about the...?" I asked.  "The scary things?"
"I don't know." He replied. "Now why don't you get some sleep? We'll be there in about a half an hour." 

"I don't want to sleep. I'll have nightmares. I just know it.

"Alex, I'll protect you." He replied, looking back at me in the mirror.

"Promise?" He nodded, sticking out his pinky. I leaned my head against the door, drifting into sleep. I woke up when the car stopped. We were here. I opened the door slowly, looking around as I got out. Not much had changed, and by not much I really meant nothing; there were still cars everywhere, and the house looked the same. I saw someone bent over a car in the distance. I ran up to the car.

"Hi, John." I greeted, giving him a hug. Can I help?"

"Hey, Lex, are you alright?" He asked. I nodded.

"I don't know about my mom though. I'm worried about her." 

"I know. Bobby told me. We'll go check the house later this week. Now let's go inside and talk. It's getting dark." John said. I nodded. When we went into the house I saw a boy sitting in the living room. "Dean." John called softly. "Is Sammy asleep?" Dean nodded. "This is Alexandra, Bobby's niece. She's staying in the room with you two."

"I have to be with a girl?" I scowled.

"You're a moron." I snarled.

"Princess." He replied.

"Dean, she's had a rough night." John tried to reason.

"Princess? Really?"

"If you're going to fight, at least go outside. No sense in knocking shit over." My uncle interrupted.

"C'mon, princess." He held the door open for me.

"I'm not a princess." Dean laughed. While he was distracted, I punched him in the nose.

"Aghhhhhh!" He exclaimed, blood running out of his nostrils. I raised my fist again. He raised his hands up in defense. We went back inside, and saw Uncle Bobby and John in the kitchen laughing. I rose my eyebrows at them as I went upstairs. 

I went into the bedroom I was put in for previous stays, and grabbed a pillow. Lying down on the floor, I fell asleep soon after that.

I woke up on the bed and stared at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand in between the two twin sized beds until it came into focus. 3:23. I really needed some glasses, but Mom said we couldn't afford it.

Wait, what the hell? I felt around me. I was on the bed! How did I get up here? I looked down at the floor and squinted, trying to make out the shape on the floor in the dark.

Dean.

Dean must have picked me up and placed me in the bed.

Maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

That day was the day my life changed forever. In the morning, Bobby and John went back to my old house, and found my mom. Now I didn't find out what happened until much later, Bobby and John wanting to save me from more childhood trauma. They went in and found her body shredded, blood still dripping from where it had sprayed all over the walls and furniture.

Two days after that, the Winchesters left. That was the last time I saw John and the boys until I was 12, and I have only seen them once since then, when I was 17. I was always closer with Sammy than Dean, so all those years we kept in contact until about four years ago when he went to college, he wanted out, and asked me not to drag him back in.

I lived with Bobby, who taught me how to hunt while I took high school online. Once I graduated, I started hunting on my own, of course with Bobby's help with research. I'm 26 now, nearly two decades since I first met Sammy and Dean.