The Hunter's Daughter

Chapter 1

"I'm sorry Justine, but we are going to have to place you with your aunt." the captain of the CSPD told me.
"Wait, hold up. WHAT aunt?" I asked.
"Your mother's sister." he said looking very confused.
"My mother was an only child." I deadpanned.
"Actually she wasn't." Dom said.
"WHAT do you mean?" I asked.
I was shocked. I was always told that my grandparents were dead and that my mother was an only child.
"She, well, she is kind of, odd? I guess. Anyways, the point is that we didn't want you to meet her unless you absolutely had no choice." Dom said unsure he should be telling me this.
At that moment a woman was guided into the room by an officer. I took one look at her and noticed that there was definitely something that I wanted to know more about. It was the necklace and the way she carried herself. The necklace was just like mine. A pentagram. Only mine had a sort of sun-looking thing around it. I looked it up once and it was said that mine was an anti-possesion charm. And I also knew demons were real because my father was one. I know, sounds crazy right? I just never found the exorcism that was real. I must've tried at least ten different ones.
She saw my necklace and I felt my hand go to it as we shared a knowing look. I tucked it inside my leather jacket.
"Justine honey, I'm Jane Singer. Your mother's little sister. I'm so sorry to hear about what you have gone through." Jane said.
I was shown out of the office to a chair by the door with my brother. He couldn't have custody of me because he was in the Army and was away for most of the year. Turns out he is moving permanently to Oklahoma. I leaned on his shoulder as he took the seat next to me.
"Please tell me you don't believe in that crap. I saw your necklace in there. How long have you had it?" Dom asked me.
"I've had it since you left. So seven years. And yes I do believe in 'that stuff' and you should too. I saw his eyes Dom, they were pure black. And his face? It wasn't human. He was a friggin' demon. The eyes turned black each time he layed a hand on me. It wasn't our father." I said.
"Seriously? You really believe that? It's not real!" he told me.
Oh but it was. I saw things that no one else could see. I could see an angel's halo, I could see demons, I could see monsters. And Mom's diary? There was information on monsters and demons. No one would go into her office after she died, so I went. And I was looking through her books on the shelves that went from the floor to the ceiling, and on the top shelf there was a book sticking halfway out. I took the book out and I found a journal behind it. It was a leather notebook with d-rings. My father wasn't my real father it said. My father was John Winchester. A supernatural hunter. It had his phone number in it for emergencies, but I never had the courage to call it once I found out that my 'dad' was a demon. Now that I think about it, I forgot to check the book for an exorcism.
"Alright, we need to go get your stuff and take off. Are you going to come with us Dominik? Or do you have to work?" Jane asked.
"I'll come to the house, but I have to get to packing my apartment up after that." he replied stiffly.
"Okay. Well let's go." Jane said.
"Okay." I said walking ahead of them.
We went back to my house and I started to grab all my things. I decoded that I should go to my mother's office again. I went downstairs with an empty duffel bag and asked Jane to come with me. Together we went to my mother's office.
"Alright, I'm looking for a place in which something might be hidden, I think you know what I'm talking about. I already have her journal, I just need her guns and knives and stuff like that." I told her.
"Ah, I know where they are. She told me where she kept them so that if something happened I could get to them before anyone else did." Jane replied.
She walked over to the coffee table and pressed on the bottom of the ledge. I always assumed that it was solid wood. I guess it wasn't solid because there was a click and the top of the table swiveled. I looked into the table and saw guns, knives, lighter fluid, propane, zippos, things of salt, holy water, and amunition. I marveled at the collection. There was everything that her journal had talked about.
"Wow." I said picking up a pistol.
Marcus's dad had taken me shooting a lot after Marcus's death. He was like a real father to me. I held the gun out and realized that it was left-handed. Awesome cause I was left handed when it came to shooting guns. I quickly took inventory of each weapon. Two hand guns, one silver knife; one bronze knife; a blade, wait a second, it was a Purgatory blade, the one my mom had brought back from Purgatory herself; and a 12 gage shotgun. I stuffed all the guns and ammo, knives, and everything else into the duffel. I closed the table up and had Jane follow me to the garage. I went and uncovered the my mother's car. It was a '68 Shelby gt500KR Coupe. A very classic car. It was red with white racing stripes. I opened the trunk and felt around for a false bottom. I kind of figured that she had to have somewhere to hide the weapons if there was a hunt going on. I found the edge where the false bottom was hidden.
"I remember this car. It was a gift from your grandfather when your mother started hunting." Jane said reminiscing.
I placed the duffel in the false bottom and closed the trunk up, but not be for I noticed the devil's trap on the bottom of the false insert. We then said good-bye to Dom, whom I would probably never see again. I held back tears as he drove away. I turned around and took one long last look at the house I grew up in. Little did I know that it would burn down as soon as I left.