Memories of You

Chapter 3

You, Sam and Dean walked together a few paces behind Haley, Roy, and her younger brother Ben. The three of you wanted to make sure they couldn't hear your conversation. You were basically telling the brothers your entire life's story.

"So, you were raised in the life?" Dean asked in a hushed voice.

"Mhm," you replied, Sam looking at you curiously. "Dad was bottle feeding me as a newborn the night he burned my mom's body. Or at least, that's what he told me. Dad didn't know else to do, so he passed on the Kolson Family tradition. I come from a long line of hunters."

"So, if you were given a full ride to Berkeley, why continue hunting?" Sam asked with hungry eyes. You could tell he just couldn't fathom choosing to hunt. To each their own, you thought.

"Because hunting is what I'm good at. I had a few kills under my belt before high school. I mean, sure, a cushiony life as an educated housewife might be nice, but it's just not me." You turned to face Sam now, and really took in his features. Damnit, you thought, he's a lot better looking up close. I could stare at his face all week. You pushed the thoughts from your mind. "Uncle Bobby told me you were at Stanford."

"Wait, you have an Uncle Bobby too?" Dean chimed in.

"Uh-huh, Bobby Singer. He's the closest thing I've ever had to family."

"Looks like we know the same Bobby," Dean chuckled.

"I would think so," you giggled in response, sending Sam's heart afire against his will. You had a cute laugh to him. You went on, "When I called my dad, his voicemail mentioned me, your dad and Uncle Bobby."

"Yeah now that I think about it, Dad used to talk about someone named Paul. Didn't know he had a kid. I'm surprised we haven't met you before if you were on uncle basis with Bobby."

"Well," you mused, fishing around in your bag for some jerky. When you struggled, Sam stepped up and helped you. He handed you the package of beef jerky with a smile. You returned his smile with your own, once again sending Sam's heart rate up a notch. You offered him some with a silent gesture, but he shook his head. You shrugged and took a bite as you continued talking between chews. "Dad used to say that John was barely friends with Bobby, therefore he figured he wouldn't like any other hunters he associated with. My dad usually made sure when he dropped me off for a solo hunt that I would be the only one there."

"Guess that explains it," Dean mused, taking the jerky you offered him. In return, he opened a bag of peanut M&Ms and offered you some, which you gladly took. Any peanut covered candy was your weakness.

After more talking you and the group you'd become part of stumbled on a destroyed camp site. You wasted no time looking for signs of your father's presence as Haley and Ben grappled with the thought of their brother Tommy being dead. Dean stayed closed to their sides while Sam followed you silently.

Then you saw it. You wouldn't be able to miss it even if you were blind.

Your father's custom dagger, a Kolson Family hunting heirloom that was passed onto him from his father, was sticking out of the ground.

And it was covered in blood.

You dropped to your knees as you reached to pick it up out of the dirt. Sam came up from behind and knelt by you. You slowly closed your eyes, tears escaping from your eyelids.

You didn't remember Sam being right there until he reached up to your face, gently wiping a tear away with the side of his finger.

"This is his blade. It's been in my family for generations," much to Sam's disgust, you touched the blood and brought it to your tongue. You started crying a little more notably. "It's his blood."