The Hunter's Daughter

Chapter 3

Two days later there was a knock on the door. I grabbed my gun, I now owned my mother's gun so it's mine, and went to the door. I opened it a crack with the gun positioned on the backside of the door aimed at whoever it was.
"Who're you?" I asked.
"I'm Dean, and this is Sam," the guy said, "Who're you?"
"Justine Hawson. I called you to find my real father. Come on in." I said.
"Alright," Dean said taking a look around, "So how'd you find out that John is your dad, cause he never told us about you."
"It was in my mother's hunting journal. I was going to call years ago, when my dad had turned into a demon, but I didn't know what to say. I've known about hunting for years as well, I've just never actually hunted." I explained.
"Do you mind if we take a look at the journal?" Sam asked.
"Um, I guess you can, it's just that it's all I have left of her. I am pretty sure that she was killed by a demon." I told the boys.
I got up and went to grab the journal. I don't know what it was about the boys, but I felt a lot better around them. Almost as if i were with them around wherever it was it could be home. I grabbed the journal from under the bed in my room. I walked back to my brothers and handed it to them. Dean looked at it for about five minutes then handed it to Sam.
"Okay, since you have read it, I'm guessing many times, I'm going to quiz you." Dean said.
"Okay." I replied.
"How do you kill a werewolf?"
"Silver bullet or knife straight to the heart." I replied.
"How do you kill a ghost?"
"Salt and burn the remains, or the thing that the spirit got attached to." I said.
He asked me a few more questions and seemed impressed by my answers. About halfway through Sam had started asking me questions about the journal as well. Then they asked to see what weapons I had. I led them to my room and pulled out my duffel.
"Here they are." I said pointing to the bag.
They looked through it and seemed pleased by what they saw. I desperately wanted their approval and for them to teach me how to hunt. After all I do turn eighteen tomorrow.
"If you are going to hunt, I don't want you to start to hunt until you are eighteen, how old are you?" Dean asked.
"Eighteen tomorrow." I replied with a grin.
"Are you out of high school?" Sam asked.
"I'm failing pretty badly. My plan before all this crap happened was to go to college, but I'm about to drop out cause I just can't focus on school. There is more important things to do." I said.
"But school is important." Sam said.
"Yeah? Then why didn't you guys go to college? Why don't you have 'normal' jobs?" I asked.
"I was going to college to become a lawyer, then Dad went missing and this jerk showed up in the middle of the night to my house and because I left my girlfriend got killed by the same demon Dad got killed by, the same demon our mother was murdered by. So no, I didn't complete college because this is how my life will always be. But YOU have a choice to live a normal life." Sam went off on me.
"Bro, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I can't live a normal life anymore. I'm related to the WIN-FREAKIN-CHESTERS. There is no such thing as a choice. I'm in no matter what you say, so whaddya say about teaching me how to really fight and not the stuff that I'm used to?" I explained to them.
"She does have a point Sammy." Dean told his brother.
Sam gave him a hard look, a classic bitch face look. I almost laughed at it, but considering the seriousness of the moment I decided against it. Slowly Sam started to nod his head.
"Alright, you're in. Let's get you trained." Dean said.