The Familia's Family~ Supernatural Fanfic

Chapter 3

When we return to the motel, Dean sits down at the computer and sends that email.

As I sit at the table with him, I ask "Did you notice that all the doorknobs were solid silver?"

He nods, before declaring "I noticed right after he told us she was a black dog. How the hell would she get out?"

I shrug, before declaring "And the windows?"

"Nailed shut with silver nails." He states, before looking to me, and declaring "Every last garment in her closet was a little too revealing."

I sigh, before scratching my forehead "Why wouldn't Alicia help her?"

He reminds "She wasn't really Alicia. She was Max's idea of Alicia." He pulls out a journal with a smirk "Good thing I stole Alicia's diary."

He sits it down on the table, before asking "Are you hungry?" I furrow my brow and he states "I'm hungry. Why don't we grab something?"

I furrow my brow and ask "What if we get an email back?"

He gives a doubtful look, before declaring "We just sent that email. There's no way w-" the computer dings and he sits up straight, stating "We just got a reply."

I give him a bitchface, before he opens it and declaring "We've got a meeting place."

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The next morning, we walk into a dinner in Dallas. As we take a seat, the waitress comes over and asks "What can I get for you boys?"

Dean is about to order, before I cut him off "Just coffee, thanks."

When she leaves, Dean looks to me in annoyance "You couldn't let me have that?"

I look to him and remind "We're on business, Dean."

As the waitress pours a couple of cups of coffee, Dean asks "Can we get another? We're expecting someone."

She nods, before sitting down another cup and filling it up. As soon as she's gone, I switch the silverware as Dean pours some holy water into the cup.

Not fifteen seconds later, a black 65' Oldsmobile Cutlass, pulls up down the street.

Dean looks to me and asks "What are the odds that that is our guy?"

I scoff, before looking back to the Cutlass. After a moment, the door opens and a girl steps out.

A short girl steps out. She has wavy blonde hair, and she wears a short, tan, shirtlike, dress, with tan wedges. Her hands are covered with henna.

When she opens the door, she looks around, before looking towards us and stepping forward.

When see stands next to us, she asks "Romeo, damsel, huntsman?"

I think for a second, before replying "Indiana, Illinois."

She gives a short nod, before taking a seat. She furrows her brow and declares "Sorry for the clothes. I was taking down a siren at a music festival in Colorado."

Dean furrows his brow and asks "You're a hunter?"

She nods, before reaching over to grab a few packets of sugar "Walked onto the scene six years ago. Skylar was seventeen when our parents died."

I furrow my brow and ask "Sky?"

She scoffs, before declaring "She hates that nickname."

I nod, before asking "May I ask what your name is?"

As she uses the silver spoon to stir the sugar into the coffee "My name is Dana Wright."

Dean motions between us, stating "I'm Dean Winchester. This is my brother, Sam."

She takes a drink, before furrowing her brow as she sits it down "That's good coffee." Dean scoffs, before Dana states "I've heard of you, through the grapevine."

She takes in a deep breath, before stating "I know that she's in trouble. That someone is holding her."

Dean nods, before looking to me "Why don't you take this one, Sammy?"

I give him a bitchface, before looking to Dana, asking "Did you know your sister was a-"

"Witch?" She asks, before nodding "Yeah."

I furrow my brow and ask "She's a witch?" She gives a confused look, before nodding "She's a familia."

She scoffs in disbelief, before leaning back in her seat. After a long moment, she states "A witch can't turn into a familia, unless-"

She cuts herself off, before Dean states "I've never heard of a witch being forced into being a familia."

She looks to us and declares "Skylar and I it, before. Young, vulnerable, witches, wickens, and warlocks, would be tortured for months. Beaten into submission." She looks up to us in concern "Do you think that's a possibility?"

Dean looks to me, before nudging me on. I sigh, before declaring "She was subservient. The house was spotless. The windows were nailed shut with silver nails. The doorknobs were solid silver. There were no mirrors."

She sighs, before covering her mouth. She looks to us as she drops her hand "I'm just thinking about the other witches, who were forced."

She takes a moment, before explaining "This one guy, he took this whole cover of powerful witches, and tortured them into submission. They were in these cages, bleeding and crying for help. Men, women, and children."

I furrow my brow and ask "What would someone gain from that?"

She shrugs, before declaring "Before we could find out, the witch killed every last member of the coven and ditched town."

We slip into silence for a moment, before she asks "What's the significance of the silver? Familias aren't generally wounded by silver."

Dean furrows his brow and explaining "Her shape is a black dog." Dana sits there for a moment, before Dean clarifies "A death omen, really. They're considered to be Death's best friend."

She nods, before declaring "I know."

We sit there for a moment, before she asks "Did she say anything to you two?"

We shake our heads and it looks like the light fades from her eyes. After a long moment, I reassure "She rebelled a bit." She looks to me, desperately, before I tell her "She has a photo of you, under her bed."

She bats her eyes as I continue "It's of her, and you, and this blonde guy. Standing in front of a forest.

She covers her mouth for a moment, before declaring "We took that photo on our last hunt together. I had no idea she had developed it."

We sit there for a moment, before Dean asks "What happened on that hunt?"

She takes in a deep breath, before explaining "I got the trail of the vamps that killed our parents. Pulled her out of school, and her fiance, Augustus, insisted on coming with us."

She scratches her forehead, before continuing "We took that photo before we went in. Skylar insisted that that would be her last hunt."

She shakes her head and declares "Gus never made it out, Skylar never returned to school. That was almost a year ago, now."

She shrugs, before declaring "Last time I heard of her, a couple of hunters were talking about how a witch showed up and saved their asses from a murder of demons. Killed them just by looking at them. Saved the meat suits that were strong enough."

Dean furrows his brow and asks "How did you know it was her?"

Dana motions towards her back and clarifies "They identified this sword that Skylar had made. A mix of silver, gold, ivory, iron, and bamboo, fortified with poppy oil, holy water, and the blood of a virgin, blessed by a priest from every religion, and engraved with the language of the angels."

"Enochion?" Dean asks and Dana nods. After a long moment, moment, Dean asks "Wouldn't the poppy oil hurt her?"

Dana shrugs, before declaring "She didn't know she was a witch before that. We had never even heard of poppy oil, until a friend of ours gave us some. Apparently she got it, from this black market hunter thing."

We sit there for a moment, before she asks "Are you going to take me to my sister, or not?"