The Diary of Eve Winchester

Chapter 2

Dear Diary, 

I'm back. Sorry it took so long, but dad decided to stay in for the night and drink all the beer we had in the motel and yell at me and Dean for not getting more information. 

So today, Dad was gone again when I woke up. I was sore from where he slapped me, but I was determined not to show my pain as I sat up. I rubbed my eyes, seeing Sam and Dean sitting on the couch- both still in their pajamas too. I got out of bed and asked "What are we doing today?"

"School." Dean said.

I moaned "School? Really? Why?"

"Because you need to learn. And maybe you can get some information on the vic." Dean said.

"But I don't want to." I said.

"School's not that bad," Sam said.

"Yeah, you're a senior. You hardly have to do anything. I'm still stuck in freaking seventh grade." I complained. "Do you know how terrible it is?"

"Yes, I do. I was there once." Sam said.

I frowned. "Oh go cut your hair." I snapped. "Soon enough you'll look like a girl."

Sam just laughed at my failed attempt to get him mad. It wasn't fair that Sam and Dean were both so much older than me and both boys. I was the odd one out, being four years younger than Sam and being the only girl. Calling him a girl didn't come as an insult coming from one.

"Go get dressed." Dean said.

I frowned again and mumbled "Fine." And went to get dressed. I changed, putting on my old ACDC shirt and old jeans. Old everything. All my clothes, everything I owned were Jo's hand me downs or something Dean manages to steal when I grow before we see Ellen again. I glared at the mirror as I tied my long hair up. Something else to make me stick out from the two boys were my eyes. I just had to take after my birth mother and have goddamned blue eyes.

While Sam and Dean both had the same Mom, theirs died three and a half years before I was born. And while they were on a hunt, there I came about. Two years later the boys and Dad came back to the same town to find a two year old Winchester and a very angry woman who wanted nothing to do with the small child.

"Why are you so grumpy?" Dean asked when I walked back into the room.

I just huffed and grabbed the ratty old schoolbag I had, storming out into the Impala. I slouched in the back seat, knowing that Sam got the right to shotgun, being so much older. As I sat alone, I looked at the yellow notebook I was supposed to do my homework in. Yellow, like the yellow eyes demon that killed Mary Winchester. The Boys mom, not mine. Mary had been a caring, loving, sweet mother, as I was told by Dean. She made him pie and was always nice, telling him about the angels who cared for him.

My chest ached as I wished- not for the first time- that Mary had been my mother as well. Then I wouldn't have the blue eyes that made me stick out, and I'd be able to join in in the angry hatred of yellow eyes. I would have memories of a kind mother and something to share with the boys. Instead I had a mother who told me I was a child of hell and that I was the reason- at two years old- that the monsters had come back. I was never told that angels were watching over me, I never had pie baked for me, I had no memories of a kind parent.

"Alright, what's going on?" Dean asked, plopping down in the back seat next to me. "This is more than hatred of school."

"Dean, all I do is stick out." I said.

"You don't stick out too bad." Dean said. "Just lay low, cover that bruise you've got, and everything will be alright."

"I don't mean at school." I said quietly.