supernatural

Pilot

Pain... pain is all that there is. Pain from losing people you love. Pain from all the demons that I have faced with my sisters, Angel, and Courtney. I am the oldest out of us 3.

Angel and Courtney are twins. On their 8th month birthday our mom was killed in the nursery when I was 6 years old from a fire.
"Take angel and Courtney and run and don't look back!" Was the last thing my dad ever told me?

I ran as fast as I could. When I was safe I turned around and saw that my house widow had exploded. That was the last night I ever saw either of my parents.

For a few days, we stayed in a foster home, until my dad's best friend john Winchester came and picked us up. Ever since that day, we have been living with them, and John had trained Dean and me to protect the little ones while he was gone. He even told me what killed my mom and dad. It did the same to his wife Mary.
A few years past, and Sam, Deans little brother, got a full ride to Stanford. I was the only one, out of angel that was happy for him.

Two years had passed and dean and I had gone our separate ways. Courtney had gone to Princeton, and angel is with me.

John had got both dean and I a 1967 Chevy impala in black. Dean named his baby and I named mine sexy beast.

Angel and I were driving down the road of Jericho, Cali. John has been missing for longer than usual.

"Hey, anything?" I asked.

"Spencer, give me a sec. Ah ha. I think we are dealing with the women in white." She said.

"Oh, that's so bad. Those pigs! Hope dean isn't anywhere around here." I joked.

"Spencer, you like him stop denying it." She said.

"Yes I do, but he is a fuck boy, and who is to say we do date." I said as I turn to the left and saw a hotel.

We park and rent a room for a few days. Unlike dean and john, we use real names on the credit cards.

We take out all of our stuff, and start setting everything up. All the men who "disappeared", then the women in white and the article on Constance Welch. She was the women in white. When we were done, we got dressed, and headed to the scene.

A young boy named Troy Squire was found 'Missing' off the bridge not far from here called Sylvania Bridge.

When we got there, we pulled out our badges and walk up to the police. Then I hear a car pull up. Angel and I pulled ourselves around.

"You've got to be kidding!" we both say as baby came into view.

Dean and Sam got out of the car.

"Why the hell is Sam here?" I whisper yell at him.

"I can ask you the same thing, spencer" dean yelled.

"Looking for John." I yelled back.

"No, I am, go home" dean yelled.

"Dean, I am 26 years old!" I yelled.

"Guys, stop!" Sam and angel yell.

"WHAT!" we yelled facing them

"Just stop ok?" Sam said.

I walked away from him shoving him in the shoulder doing so. I walked up to the cop talking to the one in the car.

"So, this troy kid troy, he's dating your daughter, isn't he?" officer Jaffe said.

"Yeah. "Officer Hein said.

"How's Amy doing?" officer Jaffe askes.

"She's putting missing posters up, downtown." Hein said