Party of Three: Supernatural S1 (Sam x OC x Dean)

Prologue: Elemental Wiccan Pt.2

Isabeau stepped down the stairs in a fresh new set of clothing. She was wearing her 'Led Zeppelin' t-shirt, fully showing off her right arm tattoo sleeve, black faded ripped jeans, a new pair of black boots, a multitude of rings adorned her fingers since she only really wears them when not hunting, and had her great grandmother's rosary beads wrapped multiple times around her right wrist.

Isabeau wasn't exactly religious, she never went to sunday school like the majority of the kids she grew up with did, and never really was one with going to church. She never was against going but it was just her experiences that made her outlook on them slightly negative. Nothing like people telling her that her pansexuality was a sin and that she should ask for god's forgiveness. Yeah, not the best idea to get people to go to church.

Nevertheless, Isabeau wore the rosary since they were one of the very few things that she had left of her great grandmother.

She walked into the kitchen and dried her damp white hair with a towel. She stopped short once she saw her parents talking at the diner table, both with cups of coffee in their hands and another cup filled with tea and slice of cheesecake next to her mother. Isabeau pulled the towel away from her head and rolled it up in her arms, letting her hair dry naturally.

"I didn't expect cheesecake. I thought I was in trouble?" Isabeau asked. Placing the towel on the chair next to her and taking a seat in front of her tea and food. She immediately dug into the cheesecake and took sips of tea in between.

Bartholmieu chuckled at his daughter. "No, you're not in trouble. But as your mother said before. Let us know when you go on hunts, where the hunt is and when you are done." Isabeau leaned back in her chair, ready to argue, but her father put his hand up. "I'm not done. Let us know these things... when you can. You don't have to call on every hunt, but occasionally check in on us just to let us know that you're..."

"Alive?" Isabeau finished for him. Her parents were silent. Neither of them wanted to think that way.

Isabeau nodded. "I understand. Completely. I do." Silence hung between the three of them.

Bartholmieu suddenly chuckled. "You know, I'm proud of you, Isabeau. This is your third vampire nest this month. How'd you do it?" Isabeau laughed at her father while Yvette smacked him in the chest.

"What?" He looked at his wife. "I want to know how she did it! If she used her powers or not! Aren't you curious?" Yvetter rolled her eyes and looked back to Isabeau, waiting for an answer. She was quite curious herself.

"No, no powers used. Just my wit and a machete. No fire power, or moving objects. Pure brute force." Isabeau explained. Isabeau always embraced her powers on a hunt. Having the power of being a fire elemental from her mother and the ability to cast spells, and all things wiccan from her father did help on hunts. Though more recently Isabeau has been relying on her own strength and methods. Acting more like a human hunter than a supernatural hybrid.

Her parents nodded at her, Yvette getting up from the table to clean the bloodied clothes that Isabeau came back in. Bartholmieu scooted closer to his daughter asking more about how she found the nest in the first place.

Hours passed as the three talked, cleaned and watched the sun rise over the horizon, waiting for the three boys to wake up and come down or breakfast.

Isabeau smiled as the boys footsteps echoed throughout the house like thunder. The three immediately attached themselves to their older sister, questions flowing out of them. Isabeau couldn't help but smile and laugh at her brothers, telling them an over the top story on how she was able to take down the nest of vampires.

Yvette and Bartholmieu smiled at their children while cooking breakfast for all of them. Isabeau was gesturing her hands about with a smile on her face, almost as if her hunt was a tall tale to amuse her brothers. And it amused them, they laughed at her ridiculous acting, occasionally falling to the ground to represent the vampires she killed.