Solivagant

Chapter Two

"Meg?"

"Yeah. Was glorious. Came bounding through the kitchen window like Lara Croft."

I never knew my parents. Neither my sister or I did. People always talk about missing their parents they lost at an early age, Katie did, but I never understood it. How can I miss someone I never really knew to begin with? I'd been three when they died, Katie only one. As I said, I can't remember them. Katie, however, still got stuck calling them her parents. Mom and Dad. She lived off the tales told to her of our infamous family, our old hunting heritage and how madly in love they'd been. I think she loved them because the more she hears the more she felt like she knew them. The more she had to cling onto whereas I never tried. Instead I found a father in Bobby Singer. He'd taken us in when they'd been killed by a skinwalker who was just that bit too smart for them. He'd taught Katie and me almost everything he could about hunting. Bobby showed me around weapons, cars, cities, and lore whilst Katie was more happy to paint her nails and listen to the new hits on the radio. Hunting was something she had to learn whereas it was something I wanted to learn. Yet knowing what I do now I'd have swept her away the second I learned how to hussle my own money.

So when I pull up into the old car yard Bobby's made his hermit home I sit for a second as nostalgia sweeps over me. Stepping out of my car I tuck my phone into the back of my jean pocket. Dirt shifting under my boots I smile at the sight of Bobby's old rottweiler. Head perking up when he sees me, I coo walking over to the bonnet of the truck "Hey Rumsfeld!" As soon as I stretch my hand out Rumsfeld licks my fingers happily, my other hand reaching to scratch behind his ear. Moving around the tow truck, I step up the rickety old steps of Bobby's hideaway home. Letting myself in like usual I shut the peeling door behind me and wander through the kitchen.

The first person who grabs my attention is Sam Winchester who's gaze is set on me with wide stunned eyes. A lore book sat in front of him I immediately recognise the Devils Trap drawing. Stumbling up from his seat which screeches across the floor, a smile spreads over Sam's expression when he breathes out excitably "Eleanor!"

"In the flesh", I smile a friendly smile towards Sam. He takes only a mere two steps over to me before I'm crushed in a large tight hug. Wrapping my arms the best I can around Sam I let him rock us side to side. Sam and I have always been close, always on the same page. So hugging him was like hugging a brother, another piece of my family. Yet when I step away I can't help but wonder "How is it possible for you to have grown taller?" Sam rolls his eyes but I continue to pester "No seriously. Have you ever thought about a career in basketball?"