The Winchester's 'Cousin'

Chapter 5:Daddy Doesn't Always Tell the Truth

My parents led us into the house, me right behind them and the boys flanking either side of me. "Please sit." My father offered as we entered the grand living room. We all sat down on both of the white, cozy couches. Sam, Dean, and I on one and my parents on the other. We faced each other with a extravagant glass table between us all. My mother and I both crossed our legs at the same time. She gave me a small, toothless smile. "So boys, what exactly do the Winchesters want with my daughter? John put you up to this?" My father asked curiously.

Dean cleared his throat before speaking. "Well that all depends on who's asking. I've never heard of a hunter with the last name Summits. Hunters aren't the glass, jewel in crested table type either. So, who are you people?" I looked from my mother to my father for an answer. "We're not exactly your average people but, I am a hunter." My father confessed. "Now I on the other hand am totally normal and I am a neurologist. My parents own their own medical firm and I inherited the estate." My mother stepped in. My dad nodded in agreement. "Both of my parents were hunters and died hunters. I'm just here carrying out the family business." My father informed all of us. I raised an eyebrow at my father. "When we're you planning on telling me this father? My entire life you have lied to me! How could you do that to me?" I felt a couple of tears beginning to well in my eyes. I always looked up to my father, he was my hero. I know it sounds cheesy but my father had always been there for me. Always. My father just shook his head at me, "We will talk about this later sweetie. Let Sam and Dean talk" I opened my mouth to fight back but, I obediently shut it and folded my hands in my lap.

Sam and Dean nodded. "So you're the neurologist with rich parents?" Dean asked my mother. She nodded. "And you're the hunter?" Sam asked my father. He nodded. Dean smiled and clasped his hands together. "Well I'm glad we got that sorted out!" He began to sat down when my father motioned for him to sit back down. "We still want to know what you want with our daughter." My father addressed sternly. Dean shrugged and waited for Sam to answer. I perked up a little bit, more interested in the conversation now. I had been wondering this myself but the boys never seem to explain it to me.

Sam all the sudden looked uncomfortable. "Well...it all started on the night of my sixth month birthday," He didn't sound too sure of himself. What was he holding back from? "A yellow eyed demon snuck into my nursery and did something to me. I wasn't the only child effected. He did this to many others too. My mother was killed that night by this demon and he killed all the other children's mothers too. Just recently I have been experiencing different visions. I see things before they happen and I saw your daughter in one recently." Sam had abruptly stopped in his story. My father was on the edge of the sofa. I had realized that I was too on the edge, curious about what Sam had to say.

"What did this vision contain and what did it have to do with my daughter?" My father asked almost in a growl. Sam bit his lip and looked down for a minute. The room stood still. It was so quiet, you could drop a silver pin in my room all the way downstairs and you could hear it from anywhere in the house. Sam made eye contact with just my father once again before speaking, "She was with you and you were trying to kill her."

My father's eyes dilated as he fell back into the mountain of decorative pillows on the sofa my mother insisted we had to have. He rubbed his temples with his fingers in small circles. "Have your visions ever been wrong?" He asked distraughtly. I scooted closer to Sam as I continued to watch my father's every movement. Sure I guess he killed monsters but, I was no monster. I was his daughter for God's sake. He would never kill me or even try. He loved me. Sam seemed surprised when my shoulder brushed his quickly. Dean looked over at us. Was that a hint of jealousy? Or longing that I saw in his eyes? Whatever it was I kinda liked it.

Sam regained his focus on my father. "No sir, they haven't been." My father looked over at Dean with a raised eyebrow as to confirm Sam's statement. Dean nodded. "If Sam sees someone die, they die. If he sees where they are, they're there. If he sees there in trouble, they're in trouble. That's why we came to pick her up. To protect her just in case. Then again before we came we had no idea that her attacker hurting her was her own father." Dean looked down at me, my hands remained folded in my lap but they were shaking.

My mother had remained silent for most of this discussion. "Take her. Take Alexa. I want her safe. If that means away from us them just take her." I looked up in surprise, hurt by her words. Was she just going to hand me over to strangers like that? "Mom!" I protested. My dad held his head in his heads. "Alexa get out of this house." He grumbled in a low voice. "Father, you can't possibly exp-" "ALEXA I SAID GET OUT!" My father roared. My mother gasped and covered her mouth with a dainty hand, Sam and Dean exchanged a glance and nodded. "Of course we will leave now." Sam said quietly as he got up off the couch. My father stormed off to the basement. My mother looked at us three. She walked over to me and grabbed both of my hands, I noticed hers were shaking too. She helped pull me off the couch. My knees felt shaky. My mother looked at me dead in the eye, her emerald green eyes began to water, "Alexa please stay safe. I will call for you when it is okay for you to come back." One of her hands caressed my cheek, I felt tears pool in my eyes again. "Mother, why can't I say with here wi-" She shushed me softly to cut me off. "Go now." With that she turned her back to me.

I nodded politely and Dean offered me his hand. I shakily took it and began walking with the two boys towards the front door. Sam opened the door and the three of us walked out, the boys flanking either one of my sides. I don't remember Dean letting go of my hand but I guess he did. Maybe he doesn't have a heart after all. I let out a small sigh and first looked at Dean then Sam. "Well where are we headed?" I asked as we slowly strolled down the drive towards the black Impala. Dean shrugged. "Wherever the next case is. It's about time you were trained as a hunter." He said in a monotone voice as he got into the car. Sam was already in the car as I turned around to take one last look at my house. I sure was going to miss it. I opened the door to the car and hesitated. I could always run. I shook the thought away and got in, closing the door behind me.