Nephilim

8

Summer Before Freshman Year-

"Where are we even going? The last time we were in New York, a Demon tried to kill you guys." Avery complains, leaning toward the front seat, not saving Kirstin any room to talk to the brothers. Not that Kirstin was complaining. She had already figured out what was happening, it wasn't too hard. School was starting within a month, Avery wanted to spend the last three years of her high school career at one high school, and Kirstin needed a school to keep her big brain active, especially since she was in Sophmore classes this next year. They also needed to stay in one spot to do that, while being supervised because if Avery and Kirstin were left unattended, they probably would forget to eat too often; Avery wrapped up in her books, Kirstin wrapped up in whatever she was building this week. So the list went, stability, good educations, supervision, and with someone all of them can trust. All of those things could be found in New York, with none other than Tony Stark. Well, ninety percent of those things are located in New York; not everybody is too sure about his stability in multiple aspects of his life.

Avery, more focused on her writing, her work towards doing something with her life besides just hunting, and her books, didn't put these factors together. She was more about escaping reality, while her cousin was about figuring out everything she possibly can about the reality she lives in. This often caused her to be blind to things her cousin calls simple. Most people believe that it is due to the fact that she's stupid, though this assumption is completely untrue and solely based on the way she dressed and her giggly personality. You almost always find her in some form of 'fashionable' outfits and always, always, in heels. Throwing some awesome hair-dos and amazing makeup feats in there, too. At least out in public. On trips like these, where her prim and proper outfits were being traded out for her Dad's old bleach-stained AC/DC shirts- the ones that Kirstin didn't take, due to the aforementioned bleach stains- a pair of old ratty jeans that also probably belonged to many people before her. This was the only time she would wear hand-me-downs and things from thrift stores; she always made Sam and Dean go to real stores for her and Kirstin's clothes, though Kirstin couldn't care less. The boys, however, were more than happy to spoil their girls. Though Dean was Avery's dad, he refused to show favoritism between the two girls, raising them as siblings and trying hard to act as Kirstin's surrogate father, Sam doing the same.

"That's not true; last time we were in New York, we were meeting your Uncle Tony at some weird shawarma place." Dean makes the comment cheekily, earning a shove from Avery.

"Not the point." She grumbles quietly, leaning back as Kirstin pushes her over slightly.

"What the fuck is shawarma? I've heard the phrase so much, hell I've even eaten some, but I have no idea what it is." As Dean tells her to watch her language she spins to her cousin, poking her, "And, you know, if you would keep your head out of your books and journals you'd know. They're taking us to stay with Tony, so we can go to school in peace and take long naps on yachts, or whatever rich people do."

Avery easily slips an arm around Kirstin, "I can see it now, Darling. Champagne on ice, the finest jewelry-" her joking tone was full of a posh British accent, as though being rich automatically makes you British.

"Blowing stuff up with Tony in the lab-" Kirstin interrupts, her actual hopes peeking through.

"-all of the books you could imagine, no stealing involved-" Avery is quick to join her in fantasizing.

"-separate rooms-"

"-hopefully separate bathrooms-"

"-no missing school for hunts-"

"-but no Sam and Dean." Avery finishes quietly, looking sad. Kirstin's face is quick to drop as she adds a quiet 'or Cassie'. The car soon falls into silence as the girls split up, moving to look out the windows, silence enveloping the car in a fellow swoop.