Being a Winchester

Leaving Home

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Numb. That was all I felt, Dad had just died. Not only that, but neither Sam or Dean were willing to talk. I wasn’t their real sister, but we still considered each other family. Ever since Dad’s death, Dean’s been fixing his car from the crash while Sam bugs him about his feelings. I'm seventeen, and now the only family I have left were my brothers. I love so much, but something has been bothering me. It was dad’s last request of me, when we got back at Bobby’s; he gave me a note saying that if Dad didn’t make it out alive, it was to go to me.

Dear Aisling,

                I know that if you’re reading this then I’m dead. I have one last thing to ask of you, and that’s to stop hunting. Go to Forks, Washington It’s a safe place. I know that you want to stay with your brothers but I want you to be safe. Please understand and go. I know that Dean wouldn’t be too happy, and that Sam wouldn’t understand, but I know that they would forgive you. Never forget that I love you Ash, and that even in the darkest of times, there will be a light.

Love with all my heart and soul,

                John Winchester, your father.

So here I am, driving in my new car that was left for me on the highway, ignoring the sound of my phone screaming at me form the backseat.

“Living easy, living free. Season ticket on a one-way ride. Asking nothing, leave me be. Taking everything in my stride. Don't need reason, don't need rhyme. Ain't nothing I would rather do. Going down, party time. My friends are gonna be there too. I'm on the highway to hell”

It was Dean’s ringtone, of course he would be calling, Sam’s probably watching the credit card accounts, waiting for me to slip up. I grinned at the thought, there won’t be any slip ups, not if I can help it. It was raining hard and was getting dark out, I knew that I would need to pull over soon to go to sleep.  Sure enough I got about twenty more miles before pulling up to a rest stop and parking. I sighed and climbed into the back and pulled the blanket off the floor and crawled underneath it, laying in the backseat. I picked my phone up and saw that I had twenty missed calls and forty new messages.

Dean is pissed. I opened my voicemail and listened…..”AISLING RAE WINCHESTER! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE NOW!!!!” I had to pull the phone away from my ear in order to not go deaf. I deleted all the messages without listening to the rest and checked my messages. Just as I thought, they were all from my brothers.

Dean: COME BACK NOW AISLING!!!

Sam: Please come back, let’s talk

Typical, Sam the calm and relaxed one who always thought things through. And Dean who was always shoot first ask questions later. I sighed and erased all the messages. I dropped the phone onto the floor and used my arm as a pillow to go to sleep.

Dream/flashback

“Bobby, you mean this car is mine, and that I have to go away?” I asked on the verge of crying. Do get me wrong, I’m not a crybaby. Dean wouldn’t have let me be one. It’s just after Dad died, and the fact that I had already lost my mom a few years ago, that I’m not my usual self. Bobby stood beside me in his junkyard and before us was a 1966 black Dodge Charger.

I was amazed, and hurt at the same time. I love my father, and I respect Bobby, but just because he wanted me to run away from this life, my life, doesn’t mean I have to! He’s dead! Bobby gave me a look of pity, which made me feel even more anger. What made him think I wanted his pity? He can take that pity and shove it-

“I know you don’t like this, but it was his last wish to you. Please? I don’t know how long I can hide this before Dean finds it and uses its parts.” I shook my head and looked up at him. “Why did he want me to leave? I can take it! I’m not a pansy! Why Bobby? Just tell me that.” I asked him with tears beginning to leak from my eyes. He sighed and looked at the car wistfully.

“He didn’t want this life for the boys, so when he found out about you, and that you had a chance to stay away from all this, he couldn’t say no. Then your mother died, and he didn’t want you being all alone so he sent the boys over. I don’t agree with his choice fully, but I will respect it. Will you?” He asked while looking at me. I sniffled and looked at the car. Why? What about Dean and Sam? What do I do? Then a thought came to me, and I gave a wry smile. Bobby looked at me, probably worrying about my sanity, as I laughed. Finally I stopped, and came to a decision.

“Don’t tell the boys where I’m going. They’ll only try to stop me, actually if they did know where I was then they would stop me.” He didn’t object, but I could see that he didn’t like that idea. I pulled the cover back over the car and walked away, to the garage where Dean was. He was under his Impala working on it, listening to AC/DC play. I walked over and nudged one of his legs with my shoe. I heard him curse under there.

“Dammit Sam, I don’t want to share my feelings like some screw up on Dr. Phil!” He screamed at me. I chuckled and turned the music off, hearing him curse again. “Would you just leave it alone? Damn it Saaaaa- Aisling?” He pulled himself out and stopped mid-sentence once seeing it was me. I smirked at him. “What? Your favorite sister can’t say hi?” I asked.

He stared for a moment, then grinned. He motioned beside him for me to sit, and I did. We sat there, talking about old cases, making fun each other, and some other random stuff. It wasn’t until we were there for twenty minutes that I had the courage to ask. “Dean, can you give me some advice?” I asked softly. He looked at me, and his eyes softened. “Of course you can, you’re my sister.” I smiled at that.

“How does someone say goodbye, when they don’t want to?” I asked. He looked away and closed his fists. “You don’t.” he said. I furrowed my brows and looked at him in surprise. “You don’t say goodbye, if you don’t want to. You’ll see each other again someday, in heaven…if it even exists.” He chuckled at the end. I deflated; he thought I was talking about dad. Of course, it made sense. I sighed, then gave Dean a side hug. I got him off guard, so he made a little “Oof” sound before prying me off of him.

“You know my policy, no chick flick moments.” He told me grinning. I smiled back and got up. “Thanks Dean.” I told him softly, and left for the kitchen where I knew Sam was. I heard dean call out to me. “You’re welcome Ash!” I smiled and hurried to the kitchen to see Sam cooking dinner. “Hey.” I called. He looked up at me for a moment, then continued.

“Hey.” He replied. We talked for a bit, I decided to help cook since this was my last night with them. “Sam,” I started as he set the table. “Yeah?” He asked. “When you make a big decision, and I mean a really big one, how do you know that you made the right choice?” I asked. He stopped for a moment before continuing. “You just know. It’s like a feeling in your gut really. You see, if you made the choice, and it seems right, you don’t have a lot doubts, then you made the right choice. Hey, is there a certain reason why you ask?” I was caught off guard with his question, but I knew what to say. “No,” I lied. “Just wondering. That’s all.”

We ate our spaghetti with everyone, the boys giving me worried looks, Bobby avoiding my gaze, and me trying not to back down.  Later the night I pulled my duffle bag over my shoulder, and placed my note on my freshly made bed. I took one last look at my room, before leaving for good.