The Next Legacy (Winchester Sister)

Chapter 6: Let's Talk

"So whatcha guys wanna know?" I asked and watched Dean motion for Sam to ask first.

"Well, for starters.....how?" Sam asked and I knew exactly what he meant.

"How...Did I become a hunter?" Both men nodded and I continued. "Well, if it makes you feel better it hasn't been for my whole life. Just the past 5 years or so. It's always been my mom and I. I haven't seen my Dad in years. Could probably recognize him anywhere but haven't seen him. He kinda just left...." I set my head down into my hands and took a deep breath. Dragging my hands through my long hair, I looked back up at Dean who had concerned scratches across his face.

"We understand what you mean by that. Thank you Abstinence fathers, what the hell man?" He chucked trying to lift the tension. Only helped for a second.

"My mom, we a, we got in an ambush by a few demons. That night, after my mom had singlehandedly killed all four of them on her own she explained to me. She told me what she used to do. What my father did. Or maybe still does. That she hunted things that went "Bump in the night". I understood immediately and that's where we began. The best duo you've ever seen." I couldn't help the tears. I was so frustrated and I didn't know to to start.

Dean came closer and let me sink into his chest. The tears came fast and I just let it all out. I hadn't had someone for a while and it felt so good to be center attention for once.

"Shhh. It's okay sweetheart. Shhh..." Dean cooed and looked at Sam. They both shared a glance before looking back down at Arabella. She seemed to have calmed down and cried herself to sleep. Dean slowly moved her off of his body and placed her in the bed where Sam had pulled the covers back.

Dean pulled the covers over her exhausted body and stared at the girl.

"What we going to do Sammy?" Dean dug his hands through his hair and moved to the fridge to grab a beer.

"Not sure Dean. This is going to be harder than we thought. She has no leads. Nothing to even give us a head start us with." Sam went on and then went over to Dean who found a seat at the table.

"I know. I know. But there's something about her. I don't know, man. I just feel like we gotta take her with us. Let's find dad and maybe he can help us."

Dean finished off his beer and threw the bottle away. He let Sam take the bed and Dean took the couch. Sam threw Dean two pillows and the blankets from his bed as he usually got hot at night. Both boys finally relaxed and sunk down for a slumber before a long day ahead of them.

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I woke up with a jolt. I flung out of bed and stat straight up. Damn, nightmares. Something I hadn't had in a while. I raised my hand to my chest and tried to calm my heavy breathing. My body felt horrible and something wasn't settling right in my stomach. My shirt collar was sweaty and I felt very light. I noticed the guys were still sleeping and before I could do anything else I felt a warm substance make it's way up my throat.

With little to no time, I leaped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. I flipped up the toilet seat and began to bring up what little I had in my stomach. And when I had nothing else to bring up, all that went on was dry heaves through my throat. It burned like hell.

"Arabella? Hey! Easy, easy. Your okay. I'm here." I felt someone call my name then crouch down next to me and pull my hair back as it was falling into my face. From the sound of his voice it sounded like Sam. He probably didn't sleep much and I felt horrible for waking him.

Sam rubbed small circles on my lower back and I finished. He settled my body on the cold bathroom floor and stood to grab a glass of water and a cold wash cloth for my mouth and forehead.

We never exchanged words. My throat hurt too much. Everything hurt too much. My head, my throat, my stomach, my heart.

Sam came back into the bathroom and handed me the glass of water. I reached my shaking hands out for it and he gently set it in my hands. He helped me drag it towards my mouth so I didn't spill the whole thing on myself.

"T-Thank you Sam. I didn't mean to wake you up." I set the cup down and he hands me the wash cloth.

"That's fine. Was time to get up anyways." He smiled at me and I give him the best smile I could at the moment.

"Sam? Arabella? What's going on?" Dean stood in the doorway and came down to where I was.

"I woke up to her throwing up this morning. Surprised it didn't wake up." Sam told Dean and he sighed.

"Are you okay? Need anything?" Dean never lifted his eyes from me. He wanted to make sure I was fine before himself.

"No. I'm not okay. I didn't sleep, I had a bad dream. And- And I don't want to be just a heavy baggage for you guys to take around. I'm not perfect as you can see. I'm a mess." I sigh and take another sip of my water. The shaking has gone down but you can definitely still see it.

"None of us are perfect. Trust me. But no matter what, we are here to help. Hunters gotta stick together, okay?" Dean made a smile smile and grabbed my hands to pull me up.

I gave him a smile as he set my weak body on the bed. "There is something else I forgot to tell you...". I swallowed hard and prepared myself for their reactions.

"What? Is something wrong? Do you know something we don't?" Dean kept rambling off more and more questions becoming more stern each time.

Sam noticed I was becoming a bit overwhelmed and slapped Dean's shoulder. Sam moved next to me and rubbed small circles on my back. "It's okay. You can tell us."

"I-I see spirits." There I said it. The weight it gone.

"What do you mean you see spirits? We can see spirits too-" Sam asked sharing a quick glance at Dean.

"When people die, or if a ghost is around, I can see them. I️ see the ones weak in the veil. The ones hunters can't see. I help them cross your over. Discover what happened to them." They both looked at me like I was crazy. "I'm not crazy, I know that's what you are thinking right now. It's okay. I can find my mom on my own. I don't need help and you guys obviously don't want to work with me." I pushed past Sam and made my way to the door when my arm was grabbed and brought back to the bed by Dean.

"We want to help you but we are just confused. Never met anyone who has had your abilities before. How long have you had them?" Dean asked pulling a chair up in front of me.

"Um, about 5 or so years. The year mom and I started hunting. We ran into a psychic in Lawerence, Kansas, Mom and I drove through because she said she was looking for someone but I don't remember if she ever told me who. Anyways, the women told me I had a destiny to fulfill. That I was a chosen one and it was going to be a tough road a head of me. But that my family would help me through it." I fiddled with the skin around my nails as I spoke.

"Dean, could she be talking about Missouri?" Sam asked and I had never heard of this smoke before.

"Maybe. Do you remember the psychic's name?" Dean asked me.

"No, I'm better with faces." They both nodded and said nothing for a bit.

"Well, maybe on our way we can stop in Lawrence. Talk to Missouri, get some questions answered." Sam looked towards Dean and back at me.

"I would like that. Could she help find our parents?" I asked hesitantly. Not wanting to ruin my chances.

"Possibly. But we will cross that bridge when we get there." Dean nodded at Sam and got up from his chair.

The rest of the morning went slow. Sam hoped in the shower as Dean went out and grabbed us all a light breakfast. When he came back, He hoped into the shower while Sam looked for the next case to head to.

"So Sammy, where we headed?" Dean asked coming out of the bathroom, letting the warm air mix with the chilled room.

"You got a message from Dad...it's coordinates. I'm guessing where ever they lead too." Sam shrugged and I did the same. I was now going where ever they were going.

They were the ones to help me.

They seemed to be in the same boat.

Just lost children looking for their missing parents. With nothing to stop them from their goal.