Opposites [Supernatural Fanfic]

Lucifer

   I hear the painful scream of my current care holder in the bed next to me. I jolt up awake already having my gun with me. I look over to see a tall man that seems to be covered in the dark standing over Fred, the man who took me in about a week ago from another hunter. I look at Fred to see him with dark red blood surrounding his eyes, or two black holes. "Who are you?!" I shout at the man as I keep an emotionless face knowning people like him will feed off my fear. Not giving a response the man walks up to me but I see nothing of his features in the darkness that swallows up the room. 

He looks at my gun and with a snap of his fingers, it is across the room. "Dammit," I whisper. The man then sits on the bed next to me as if he was a close friend. "So you're a Winchester?" He asks. I give him a glare "No I am Satan" I reply with sarcasm. "That would be impossible as your looking at the one and only," the man says pointing to himself with his two thumbs reminding me of someone.

In shock, I don't respond in fear of my voice cracking. "Why is the freaking devil in my motel room killing my father-of-the-week?" I growl at him hoping to destroy his pep in his walk. "Let us just say that your actual daddy dearest is in my way of plans," the devil says. "Why is that my problem?" I stand up walking to the kitchen and making myself some water casually as if the Devil wasn't behind me. I turn around to look at Satan and he stands up but stays by the bed. I give him a glare. "Your a tall little one," he says.

"Will you just leave? I need to start a hunters funeral for the poor guy you just murdered" I sigh letting my voice crack a bit as I look at Fred with guilt slowly crawling into my already stuffed soul. "I need a yes from your stubborn uncle and he won't give it to me" he pouts like a child. "Again, what does that have to do with me?" I sighed taking a sip of the water. I then go to the coffee maker and start some coffee. "Well, our game of cat and mouse has gotten old. I take you with me, threaten to kill you. Then they play hero, I get my wish and the fight begins" he says in a matter-of-factly way. I rub my eyes still trying to be casual and I keep making coffee.

"They don't know I am alive, I wish to keep it that way. I don't even know if they want a kid for crying out loud!" I growl at him again. "Too bad sugar, here we go!" He says standing up and taking long steps towards me. "Wait! I need coffee before we do this!" I scream. He grabs my arm and we appear in front of a very old looking house. When I look around at the many cars I realize where I am. "Bobby" I whisper. "Give the boys a message for me will you" I hear Satan whisper behind in my ear behind me.

"I will win," he says darkly then I feel a sharp burning pain in my side. I look down to see a knife that taunts me in my side. I look at Satan feeling dizzy already. He pulls the knife out as his hand on my hip is the only thing keeping me up. "And it is Lucifer sweetheart" He whispers before I feel him cut my stomach slightly then roughly pushing me to the ground and the darkness overtakes my eyes.

I regain my conscience as I hear voices beside me. "Who is she, Bobby?" A voice says. I keep my eyes closed pretending to stay passed out. "Amelia, almost every hunter knows her. She has been passed around to anyone who will take her" I hear Bobby's voice say. I start to feel safe knowing Bobby is in the room making the situation less tense for me. "So what? They did hop-potato with her?" A different voice speaks sounding confused. "Her mother was a great hunter, better than anyone else I knew. Anyone who saw her knew she wouldn't put up with bullshit. Took her under my wing anytime she was injured"

Bobby says with grief in his voice. He was the first to take me in when my mother was killed. Tried to give me a better life than what the hunting world offered me.

I had a normal family until I was two and a werewolf came to kill them all. Then I got passed around between the hunters since then. "She never had a father?" The first unknown voice speaks. I feel the bed dip on my left. "He doesn't know that he has a kid" Bobby sighs as we both know who my father is but I chose not to find him. "Does she got a last name because if I had a kid I am pretty sure I would want to know?" the second unknown voice says. "Dean, it was her choice not to find him," Bobby says.

Did he mean Dean? Like Dean Winchester, my father?

I am interrupted from my thoughts as something cold touches an old but still painful wound I got on a case on my left shoulder that I patched up myself. I groan slightly opening my eyes to see Bobby facing a tall man with blondish hair and apple green eyes unlike how mine are which are a unique grey for some reason, Bobby said my mothers were brown. They must not have noticed my groan but then I feel the coldness on the wound on my shoulder again so I grab someone's wrist startling them but my grip makes them unable to move away. I turn to face a man with brown hair and hazel eyes holding a wet rag.

"If you touch me with that cloth again I will break your wrist" I hiss at the very sasquatch-like man, I think man, or is he a very manly muscular woman? His or her eyes widen and once I let go he or she backs up a bit holding his hands up in a surrender, I notice I put a bruise on his or her wrist too. "Glad to see you awake" I hear Bobby say. I sit up looking at Bobby with a smile "Nice to see you, Bobby, now who is the jackass with the rag?" I ask.

"That is Sam and this is Dean," Bobby says pointing to the Jackass and Green eye dude who both stare at me. "Two questions, are they the Winchesters and is Sam a girl?" I ask. "Sammy is a boy and yes we are the Winchesters," Dean says. "Nice to meet yall, oh glad you two are here too. I was going to leave Bobby a message but I guess face-to-face is better" I sigh with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. "What you mean?" Dean asks looking at me. "Lucifer decided to give me a visit, killed my Father-of-the-week while at it" I look at the bed I am on as sadness and guilt eat my insides. "Fred is dead?" Bobby ask. I keep him up with who I am with each week.

"Did he say anything? Is there a reason for Lucifer to go after you?" Sam asked concerned. "Ha well...." I wonder should I tell them the reason as I am one of their kids?

Nope

I look up at Dean staring into his eyes like a challenge between our eyes to see who is stronger. "He said he will win, pretty sure that means the war," I say quickly. "Amelia, can I talk with you privately?" Bobby asks giving me a certain look. The boys leave the room taking the hint to get their asses out of here.

"Bobby-" "I think you should tell him," Bobby says cutting me off. I look at the door sighing. "What will I say? Hey dude, you hooked up with my mom 12 years ago and now you're a dad but I didn't want to be in your life cause I didn't want to stop hunting and you might be a protective freak?" I ask looking at Bobby.  "I can tell him you Idjit" Bobby sighs.

I smile looking at Bobby "Thanks Bobby, I owe you big time, just don't die before I repay you" I giggle. He walks out of the room and my thoughts consume me.

Will he hate me? Will he be mad? What if my father is like some of the hunters I was with?

I bite my lip waiting. I then check all over my body seeing Bobby patched me up. He must have found me outside after Lucifer had stabbed and sliced me. Then the door opens and I see Dean walk in with an unreadable expression on his face. I give him the same face as I watch him close the door and sit in a chair beside my bed.

Bobby P.O.V:

After I broke the news to the boys Dean had said he will talk to Amelia. Sam had taken the news quite easily as he is excited about being an uncle. I don't know if her coming here was a gift or a curse. She might now be used for leverage against us, but at the same time, she might be able to put piece the broken shards of this family together.

"I just can't believe this, Dean has a kid!" Sam says for the hundredth time. I chuckle at the smile on his face. Just then Amelia and Dean walk in with two huge smiles platered on their faces.