Never Give Up On Family, Even If They're Not Blood
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  • Reads 9,524
  • Votes 182
  • Parts 7
  • Time 1h 17m
Ongoing, First published May 06, 2015
You (Sidney Gray) use to be a hunter, one of the best hunters in the line of work. You worked with the Winchester family for a long time until the fateful night that no one that's alive but you knows about. After that you left to find a new life one that didn't involve monsters at least not the supernatural ones that is. You came across some people that took you in like you were part of their unique family. After years of working with them on jobs you get a call from a old friend that needed some help and it involved you having to return to your old life for a little until everything got resolved, you left your own little family to go back into the hunting life alone so you thought but soon a face appears at your door you never thought you would see again with the same green eyes he always had. Now you need help but from both of your families on one job which will unearth secrets and lies each family has. This is a supernatural/ fast and furious love story with fast cars and cute guys!
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7 parts Ongoing Mature

All Freya had known, her entire life was pain, in one shape or another. Physical pain, from all the days spent in the foster care system, emotional pain from the death of her parents and older brother... She carried her scars like badges of honor. She had known right from the start that she wasn't like the other kids. Sometimes, when she got angry, her fingernails got really sharp, or sometimes, if she clenched a glass just a little too tightly, it would shatter. She could hear the conversations of her neighbors four houses down, she could smell the chocolate bar, still in the wrapper, in the pocket of her jacket downstairs, and she could see in the dark, just as well as she could see during the daylight, but she never knew why. Her parents and older brother had been killed when she was five. The only thing she still had from them was her mother's journal. It didn't give her a lot of information on who or what she was, but she did learn all about everything that goes bump in the night. Ghosts? Easy, salt and burn them, baby! Demons? Holy water and exorcisms. But there was one thing in her journal that didn't make sense. The name John Winchester, a phone number, and the simple phrase that says, "Freya, find him." So when she turned 18 and she was turned out of the foster care system, she decided to start looking for him. She wouldn't find him until five years later, completely by accident, when she was trying to catch a few hours of sleep on a small bridge on the way out of a small town called Jericho, California.