The Diary of Eve Winchester

Chapter 1

Dear Diary,

I've decided to start this diary. I guess you could say that it's kind of like my version of Dad's diary. This'll be the Diary of Eve Winchester. Yeah, I like that. Someday this is where people will look for stories and information.

Today we started a new hunt. As far as we know, it's just a normal pissed off spirit. It wasn't big, so Dad let me participate with them. My day went something like this:

"Eve! Oh my god! Wake up already, girl!" I recognized the voice as my brother Dean. Based on the sentence, he'd been telling me to get up for a while now.

My eyes fluttered slightly open and I buried myself into my pillow. "What do you want, Dean?" I groaned.

"We're going for research soon. Dad wants you going on this hunt because it's not a very big one. You need to get up and get ready."

I turned around and sat straight up in bed, my eyes wide. I pushed my hair out of my eyes, "Are you serious?" Dad told me he'd let me start hunting once I'd hit my teenage years, and now that I was thirteen he was kind of easing me into the life. I mean, he wouldn't let me do anything big yet, but this was my third spirit since my birthday three months ago.

"I'm serious," Dean replied with a smirk on his face.

I stood up. "Then what are you doing holding me up, boy?" I asked. "There's work that needs to be done around here!"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever." He stood up off my bed and walked over to the small, raggedy couch and sat down before picking up the remote control and flicking through the twenty something cable channels that were provided.

I bent down and reached into my duffel bag, selecting a black Aerosmith t-shirt, some dark jeans, and black combat boots. I grabbed the clothes and headed into the bathroom. Changing into the clothes and brushing my dark brown hair. I left my hair down and walked out of the bathroom, grabbing my jacket and shrugging it on.

"Ready to go, Evie?" Dean asked, using the nickname that only he used. He stood up off the couch and came to stand over near me.

"Yeah," I replied as we moved out of the room, "Where are Sam and Dad?"

"They're doing some research of their own," Dean told me as he climbed into the driver's seat of the Impala, "Dad wanted to leave early, but I told him I thought you should get some extra sleep. We got here pretty late last night."

Dean turned the key and the Impala roared to life. "I'm not a baby, Dean," I told him, rolling my eyes.

"You're a baby to me," he said. There was a moment of silence and Dean turned on the radio to his favorite AC/DC cassette tape, signaling to me that the conversation was over.

I watched out the window during most of the ride to wherever we were going. We were almost there when Dean spoke again. "You're going to do most of the talking," he told me, "Its better training this way. Our story is that you're doing research for a school player and I'm just playing the over protective chauffer brother."

I nodded, "Sounds good, Dean." I turned my head to look at him and saw that he was giving me that sad puppy eyes look that said he didn't want me growing up. "Don't," I added, "Don't you dare give me that look, Dean Winchester."

Dean must have realized what he was doing because he snapped out of it and turned back to the road, clearing his throat. "Sorry," he told me.

I nodded to Dean to tell him it was okay, though I doubted he could see it. Our conversation was once again clearly over, and so this time I was the one to turn the radio back up to where it belonged being way louder than healthy for the ears.