Time After Time

II

I stood in front of the run down house, I grabbed my duffel bag from the back of my car and made my way to the wooden staircase in front of me. As always the door was unlocked and I shook my head, I was going to teach that old man a lesson one day.

"Bobby, I'm home!" I heard shuffling come from the study in his house, a few glass bottles clinking together and the door opening.

"It's good to see you kid." He hugged me and I made my way upstairs to my bedroom that I had lived in since I was brought here. Bobby Singer has saved my ass more times than I can count. I'd been living here since I was eleven. Hunting wasn't exactly the life but we scraped by. "How was the hunt?" 

"Just people." I explained the whole situation for him, I thought to ask him about the Winchester's but never got around to it. I went into his kitchen looking for something to eat, all he had was beer. I rummaged around in the cabinets and found the ingredients for a pie. I had at least spent an hour on the pie and once I stick it in the oven I plopped down on the couch on my laptop looking for a new case. I heard a car door slam and I assumed it was one of Bobby's old hunting buddies by the sounds their boots made on the floor. They waltzed right in and stopped.

"I smell pie." My head snapped up, I recognized that voice and made my way to the kitchen leaning against the doorframe waiting for them to notice me.

"Well, well, well, what a surprise. Miss me that much Winchester?" The look of surprise in Dean's face was priceless.

"What are you doing here?"

"I live here."

"That's funny sweetheart because I never remember seeing you around."  I grabbed him by the neck and pushed him against the wall.

"Don't call me sweetheart." I let go of his neck and his boots hit the floor, I heard Bobby chuckle.

"I see you've met Dean."

"We've already met." We glared at each other and the timer for the pie went off.

"Why haven't we seen her around? Did she grow up here?"

"I'd make sure she was gone before John dropped you off. I didn't want her in the life like the rest of us." Come to think of it I never remember seeing two little boys running around the house when I was a child. I'd be sent off somewhere else, probably another one of Bobby's hunting buddies.

"She got into anyways, Don't we all. Speaking of dad have you heard from him?" I silently cut the pie, I could tell that it was Dean talking and he didn't sound happy. I'm guessing John was their father, he must be missing. I cut out four slices of pie and carried all four into Bobby's study. I handed them all a piece and sat myself down in one of the many chairs.

"So your dad is missing?" I casually brought it up, Sam shook his head but Dean got angry. 

"Why don't you mind your own damn business."

"I was just trying to help."

"Yeah help my ass! He's our father, not yours. At least you had one." The was like a stab to the heart. He knew nothing about me, my father left when I was ten. Bobby found me when I was eleven. My mom was still around. One night she tucked me into bed and during the night I heard people downstairs, I got so excited I thought my father had finally come home, instead, it was a group of werewolves. They started to attack me and the commotion must've woken up my mother and when she came down the werewolves attacked and killed her. After that they came for me again, I ran and locked myself in my room barely making. I could feel the blood run down my legs and when I looked at them they got me pretty good, the scars would be there for the rest of my life. A long gash ran across my chest. That's when I heard gunshots and doors opening. I was on my bed terrified thinking they were going to kill me too, but it was Bobby that saved me. He took me under his wing and I'd been living here ever since.