ALL THAT WE BURY

It started with fire.
It always does.

A small house on the edge of Kansas, swallowed by flames that tore through wood and memory. The night screamed, and by the time the neighbors called for help, there was nothing left to save. Nothing except a girl.

She was nine - barefoot, trembling, covered in ash. She didn't cry when the fire trucks came. Didn't speak when they asked her name. Just stared at the burning ruin as if it was still trying to speak to her.

John Winchester found her two days later, in the corner of a county foster office, drawing salt lines in crayon.
Dean was the one who offered her his jacket.
From then on, she was Piper.
No last name. Not until Dean gave her his.

Years passed, and the world spun deeper into shadow. Ghosts, demons, and the kind of nightmares that don't need dark corners to hide in. Piper learned to fight, to joke, to dig graves like it was normal. Because for her - for all of them - it was.

But the thing about hunters is, they never stay untouched. Every deal leaves a scar, every victory buries something you can't dig back up.
And when the dead start whispering again, when Heaven and Hell draw their lines in the dirt - it's the youngest Winchester who'll remind them all:

Some monsters aren't out there.
They're the ones you bring back with you.
The lights flicker. The air hums. The screen fades to black.

ALL THAT WE BURY

Supernatural fanfiction by miipoet