Supernatural : The Forgotten One

Chapter Four - Eve

I stood in front of Meg and she stared back at me. She just stared at me and then smiled.

"What are you smiling about?" I asked her.

"Oh nothing much. It's just cute how you think you and your boyfriend are going to be able to stop us." She answered.

"We are going to stop you. You have my word on that, and Dean is not my boyfriend." I told her.

"You might be able to convince everyone else of that but I see the way you two look at each other. There's something there." She said.

"What are you doing Meg? Do you really think I'm stupid enough to talk to you?" I asked her.

"Fine you don't want to talk about Dean, how about Sam. I find it hard to believe there's nothing there. I mean look at him." She said.

I wanted to tell her she was out of her mind. The last time I saw him was when he was fifteen. Sam was like a little brother to me. Dean and I used to babysit him when we were kids.

"Well I guess me and Sam would be the only ones to ever know." I told her.

She just looked at me for a second as if she was trying to see if I was telling the truth or not.

"What about you and Bobby?" She asked changing the subject once again.

"If you think I'm going to give you any dirt on any of them you're even crazier than you look." I told her.

"Uh you're no fun." She huffs out.

"Us girls are supposed to stick together." She said to me.

"Only problem is you're not a girl." I reminded her.

"Well neither are you." She told me.

I stiffened up; I could not help but stand up straight as I looked back at her.

"Why would you say that?" I asked her.

"Looks like I finally got a response out of you." She said to me with a smile.

"Answer me." I said to her.

"Your eyes. They're very unique. They're very rare." She told me.

"Yes, a very rare genetic mutation." I told her, she did not look convinced.

"Yes that's what humans would think. But that special genetic mutation belongs to a very special family, of very strong witches. The original bloodline if my memory serves me right." She said to me.

She saw the surprise that crossed my face for a split second. Obviously I knew I was a witch, I had known sense I was thirteen and my powers started to manifest but I knew nothing of my family.

"You did not know?" She asked me.

"Your family was practically royalty. Even the demons were scared of them. So I guess the real question is how did you end up with a pack of hunters?" She asked me.

I did not answer her because I did not have an answer. When I came into my powers it was obvious that Bobby was not my dad. He was not a warlock and I knew he would not have a relationship with one. When I asked him he told me I was adopted, that it was all just a coincidence that I was adopted by a hunter. I never thought much about it because he did not seem to be scared of me like I would think normal people would. I still had to hide my powers from everyone else, especially other hunters but Bobby never seemed to care. But if what she was saying was true, I would have to question everything Bobby ever told me.

"Shut up." I told her.

"Why does the truth hurt?" She said a little louder than I would like.

"Keep your voice down." I told her.