My Plot Bunnies

Supernatural

Lucy Simms

Lucy came home to find her adoptive family dead, the killer non-other than her foster sister, Trish. The pretty blonde's eyes blinked black and she smiled, "Welcome home, Lucy. I'm Ruby. I've been waiting for you." Lucy bolted from the house and didn't stop running until she was nearly hit by a car. She never could bring herself to tell the cops Trish was the killer – she refused to believe it, not with those weird eyes; no, that hadn't been Trish – so the case was left unsolved and Lucy left town in search of her sister. 

It took a long time. 

Along the way, Lucy encountered a psychic who "peeled back the curtain", so to speak, on what had happened to her family: a demon had possessed her sister. After that, stumbling into hunting was logical. Lucy learned Latin, lore, how to shoot, make bullets, bow hunt, fight, and made a few contacts. Everything she did was to lead her to Trish so she could exorcise the demon wearing her skin. They'd grown up in foster care together, had made sure they were adopted together, even went to the same college. There was no way in hell she was going to let some dirtbag demon ride around in her sister. Maybe when the demon was gone, they could work their way back to normal.

When she finally found her, Trish was laying on a slab in a morgue in Indiana, cause of death undetermined. The funeral was short and sweet, just a simple cremation with Trish's ashes buried with the rest of their family, and Lucy kept a some of the ashes for herself in a vacuum sealed pendant. With no family left, Lucy decided that going back to her normal life just wasn't for her. She wanted to keep hunting, help people; she wanted to make sure that what happened to her family didn't happen to anyone else. 

Was it unrealistic? Yes. Impossibly idealistic? Absolutely, but Lucy had made up her mind: she was a hunter and she would be until the day she died. 

Over the years, she'd saved a lot of people and met more hunters. The creatures she'd encountered had been nothing short of horrifying but there was always some interesting cases. The most interesting by far was a trickster with a fetish for lollipops and all things sweet she'd crossed paths with in New Mexico. She thought she'd killed the jerk but he just kept popping up in her life. Oregon, Maryland, Virginia, Arkansas, Wyoming, Montana, Iowa, Nebraska – it was endless! No matter where she went or what case she was working, he was always there. And he was helping her! What the hell kind of trickster helped a hunter? Especially one that had tried to kill him more than a few times.

And what kind of hunter was she, making friends with a trickster?

Alice Larson

(I'd started writing this fic but I hit a wall and gave up, so here she is)

"Life doesn't always allow us to be the best version of ourselves. Particularly when circumstances demand that we lie and betray our friends."

Alice was born in 1913, her father a white Men of Letters and her mother a black seamstress; since their marriage wouldn't be legal, Alice and her baby sister were born out of wedlock. She grew up fairly normally in her hometown in Pennsylvania. Her father started subtly training her at a young age to be his heir and a Woman of Letters. Obviously, there was pushback because of her mixed race but her father had no male heirs and refused to train any apprentice appointed to him. In order to preserve the Larson legacy, the MoL allowed Alice -- the first woman of color to be inducted into the order -- to be her father's heir. Alice more than proved her skill and intelligence as she aged, speaking Latin more fluently at a young age than some priests in their ranks. In 1931, she attended Lincoln University in PA and balanced that with starting her MoL training at the Portsmouth Chapter in Rhode Island. A struggle but, five years later, it was worth when she graduated with a BS in Psychology and a minor in French and was officially initiated into the MoL.

A few short years later, World War II began and Alice was sent to France in 1941 after word of Hitler's obsession with the occult spread through various MoL Chapters. Her mission was to work with the French Resistance and the French MoL to push back the Nazi presence while infiltrating their ranks and getting whatever information they could on anything occult related – relics, creatures, spells, etc – that the Nazis were involved in. Her mother and sister (who are unaware of the MoL entirely) believed she was simply teaching abroad and couldn't get back home after the Nazis occupied France. While overseas, Alice began a polyamorous relationship with two individuals: Delphine Seydoux, a French MoL operative, and Christophe Mercier, a French Resistance fighter.

During the Liberation of Normandy, Alice fought and war near fatally shot. She awoke in a hospital a few days later in a MoL bunker infirmary, then was sent back to the States and confined to MoL Headquarters for rehabilitation and testing. Alice never knew just what they were testing for, other than to examine a peculiarity in her blood. Eventually, it was decided that she would be cryogenically frozen to preserve her body and blood until an answer could be found. She didn't have a choice in the matter; superiors sent the order down the chain of command so she was forced to obey. Regardless, on official documentation, she was declared dead, a civilian caught in the crossfire of the Liberation, so her mother and sister believed she had died and had been mourning her.

Once a year, she'd be taken out of cryo and subjected to examinations. Her father was always there to greet her and update her on their family. Her mother was doing well, but all of her grandparents had died. Her younger sister got married and were fine, and her nephew actually married and moved to Philadelphia. The last time she was taken out of cryo, it was in July of 1958; a month later, Abaddon had possessed Josie Sans and destroyed the MoL HQ. With the MoL going under, Alice was forgotten and left to freeze in the last bunker she'd ben transferred to in Lebanon, Kansas. One night when Dean is left to his own devices – while Sam is out with Castiel trying to devise a way to remove the Mark of Cain – he accidentally stumbles upon the triggering mechanism that begins the defrosting process, for lack of a better term, and wakes up Alice.

Alice has lost fifty-seven years of her life, waking up to a world that's completely left her behind. She's now forced to live in a world where the MoL are gone so her profession is obsolete. Not only that but her parents, sister, brother-in-law as well as a great-nephew she'd never met are all dead. Her nephew, however, is still alive and struggling in an assisting living facility with dementia, and she discovers she has a great-great nephew, Ethan, whose completely unaware of the supernatural world while he studies neurobiology at UC Berkley. All Alice has in the world is the bunker, the Winchester brothers and their few surviving allies. With nothing left for her, Alice decides to throw herself into finding a cure for the Mark of Cain. Sam is eventually the one that gets her to go out and start hunting with them, calling her out for hiding away in the bunker. He's also the one that takes the time to catch her up on everything she's missed.

My basic idea was that, instead of Mary Winchester coming back because of the Darkness' connection to Dean, she has a connection to Alice and brings back her old friend Henry Winchester. Darkness could've brought back her old loves, Delphine and Christophe, but Henry had always been her dearest friend, partner and advocate. With Henry back and Alice by his side,  their betrayal of Sam and Dean to helping the British Men of Letters makes more sense than Mary just randomly going off to join an organization she knows virtually nothing about (imo).