The many one-shots of Carter Winchester (Supernatural)

Attacked: Part 1

A/N: Hello! So obviously from the chapter title, this is going to be a multi-chapter one shot. Just to clear up confusuion within the story, this takes place pre-season 1 episode 1. Carter is the Winchester's sister. For my friends who don't watch Supernatural: John Winchester is Dean and Sam's father in canon, and also Carter's father in this oneshot. Most everything else you need to know is explained in the fic. Part two will be up shortly. Please tell me if there are any spelling or grammatical mistakes!

Staying by myself for days on end was nothing new to me. I'd been doing it for most of my life, with and without my brothers. I can do for myself most anything that a parent could do for me.

But now that dad has been gone for almost 2 weeks and the money he left for me to buy groceries was dwindling, I was beginning to become slightly worried.

We'd been in this small town in Tennessee for a week, researching and interviewing and just trying to figure out what creature from hell we were dealing with. And honestly, I was ready to give up and move on when we figured it out.

"It's a shapeshifter! God, how did I not figure this out sooner?" Dad had shouted. "Looks like it's moving fast. I got to go. Just stay here, there's cash in the bedside table, you know the rules."

And with that he was gone.

The first couple of days went by smoothly. There was enough food and beer (not that I'd need that second one) in the mildew ridden fridge to last me at least a day or two. When I'd finally run out I walked the mile and a half to the nearest supermarket.

I'd done this enough times to know what and what not to buy. Never buy anything that would go bad in less than a week. If there is an alternative that is cheaper, buy the alternative. Going by these guidelines and a few others, by the end of my trip the cart had mainly cereal, canned soup, chips, and bottled water. I grabbed a bottle of ibuprofen, Band-Aids, and a toothbrush and toothpaste too before I left.
Luckily, there wasn't a limit of items on for the self-checkout lane, so I could bypass the odd looks from a cashier that I usually got when shopping alone.

The next week or so went by the same. I never left the hotel unless need be, so I mainly lounged around watching TV or reading.

But by week 2 I knew something was wrong.

The first thing I did was call dad. No answer. Called his back up. No answer. Left a message on his secret backup. Waited another two days. Nothing.

Sighing, I flopped back onto the bed. I had tried to call dad again, but with the same result. 'Maybe he got drunk. Walked off with some woman and is now 5 hours away, but on his way back.' I thought with an eye roll. Knowing my father, John Winchester, it was a possibility.

I shot up when there was a knock on the door. I quickly swiped my handgun off of the table and shoved it under the pillow. Apparently me having one of those lying around would seem "suspicious" to other people. Flattening out my hair with my hands, I walked to the door.

Acting before thinking, I yank open the door. To my surprise, there are two cops standing there. I was expecting a hotel manager or the works. Not police offers.

The taller one smiles at me. "Hello, young lady. Is your father here?" I glance between the two of them; accessing how I could get out of this situation if anything got messy. The one who spoke was tall but bony. The other cop was shorter than his partner but burlier. Most definitely older, maybe in his 40's.

"Uh no sir, he isn't. Can I relay a message to him?" I say, right before my silence became awkward.
This time, the shorter man speaks.

"Well miss, would you mind us coming in then? We would like to speak to you." At that exact moment, an overwhelming smell of sulfur washed over me and I knew that these cops were no longer cops. They were demons.

Well, actually they were being possessed by demons. And that meant big trouble for me. My smile faltered for only a moment before I regained my composer. I had to keep them in the dark about the fact that I knew what they were. The longer that I had the upper hand the better. And right now, I had the upper hand.

But oh how fast did I lose it.

As soon as I turned around to let them into the room, I was shoved to the floor. Two hands grabbed my shoulders and flipped me around, again slamming me down onto the floor. Holding me down was the taller man, black eyes and a sadistic grin on his face. The other man was closing and locking the door, but I saw that he too had black eyes when he turned around. I mentally slapped myself for ever turning my back to them and focused all my attention on getting away.

My first attempt was to put as much force as I could behind a harsh knee to the crotch. His eyes widened, and it seemed as if the move had worked, but all I got out of it was a punch to the jaw. I had momentarily forgotten about the other demon, and I had paid the price. The one holding me down rolled off, only to be replaced by his partner. This one wasted no time. He lifted me up by my hair and sneered in my face.

"Listen, bitch. You have no control here. Now, you are going to tell me what I need to know, then I'm going to kill you. Maybe if you're a good girl, I'll do it quickly." A smirk was plastered on his face as he finished, thinking he'd scared me into submission.

I spit in his face.

He growled and threw me against the wall. Stars flew around my vision, but I quickly blinked, knowing I had to stay conscious. Suddenly, a hand was at my throat, and a fist pounded into my eye. The same demon I spit on was back, and madder than ever. His face was red and anger seemed to radiate off him in waves.

Knowing that the situation had gotten worse than ever expected, I had to try anything. An idea popped into my head and I immediately acted on it.

My eyes widened and I looked to the left of the demon's head, hoping and praying that he would turn and look. He did.

As soon as he turned, my hands flew up and came back down on his wrist as hard as I could. I heard a satisfying pop and he screamed. I rolled out of the way as he slumped against the wall, nursing his now broken wrist.
The demon I had earlier kneed, who had gotten up and had been standing behind us, leaped at me, only to hit an invisible barrier.

We both look up to the ceiling and the demon cries out when he sees what is there. A large devil's trap was drawn on the ceiling, right past the door. He looks back down at me and curses.

"Sucks to suck, asshole. You fell for it." I say, finally smiling. A thin line of blood makes its way down my chin, and I hoped it added to the effect. It probably just made me look dumb.

I stand and slowly make my way over to my bag, my head still pounding from my slam into the wall. I pull out of the bag a notebook, and flop it open.

As I begin the Latin incantation, the demons quickly realize what is going on and roar out in protest. I quickly finish the exorcism and both of their mouths open and their heads fall back onto their shoulders. Black smoke pours out and disperses into the air vents. The bodies fall to the floor.

My mind is numb as I drag the bodies out into the hall and to a janitor's closet. I call 911 and report that I'd "found the bodies in the closet". Knowing that there weren't any cameras in this crappy hotel, I knew no one would question me or find out what really happened. Hopefully the cops would regret what happened and keep quite.

I walk back to the room and slump down onto the couch, my head pounding from the fight and dragging the cops.

In that exact moment, the door opens. And walking in is none other than John Winchester himself.