I had to give a presentation on an article my teacher assigned to me, and the article he assigned me was on Fan Culture. I was just like, “Oh, shit! I got this.” And I got to stand up there for like thirty minutes and talk about Fandoms, and needless to say I crushed it.
The dreaded familiar
beeping sound of your alarm startled you from your sleep. You lazily reached
your hand over to the source of beeping, slamming the snooze button into
You groaned as you
stretched out your limbs, surrounded by the protection and warmth of your
doona. Reluctantly, you rolled out of your bed onto the floor with a thud,
dragging your sheets down with you.
If someone had seen the
way you looked, they would have seen a disheveled teenager who looked
absolutely goddamn awful, enveloped in a large doona. You were surprised why
Vogue hadn’t come around to your house and asked for you to model for them for
next month’s issue.
Every part of you just
wanted to stay in your room all day, but you knew that you couldn’t, as much as
you hated yourself for even thinking that. But you were a teenager. You
unfortunately had a requirement to attend school five times a week. But today
was worse. You had a history exam. A 3-hour history exam. You would rather have
your eyes scratched out by Bloody Mary than do that exam.
But what could you do?
You would get into a deep pile of shit if you didn’t attend that exam.
So, exam it was.
The bus ride to school
was pretty average. Same as usual. Since you were the last bus stop on the way
to school, you were always forced to sit down either next to a girl who would
not stop talking to you the entire ride, or a guy who always smelled like
rotten eggs (which you first originally thought was a demon, but he was in the
clear when one day you ‘accidentally’ spilt some holy water on the poor guy).
But in the end, you
would always choose Little Miss Chatterbox.
When the bus arrived
at school, you gave a mental sigh as you hopped off. Your test was scheduled to
take place as soon as the bell rang, so you had to make your way to the other
end of the school, to the classroom where the test was being held.
Once you had trekked
it through the buildings to the classroom, you saw your two best friends, Yeti
and Mike waiting outside with the rest of your history class. You ran with a
large smile beaming on your face to the two boys, who welcomed you with a tight
dysfunctional lifestyle that is your life, you were always being pulled in and
out of different schools, as your uncle travelled around a lot for different
cases. Yeah, being a hunter was a tough gig for him, as you were his legal
responsibility after your parents were killed.
You didn’t know it at
the time but it was bloody demons that slaughtered them, till their bodies were
almost unrecognisable. They never knew what hit them, as they were never
hunters and didn’t know anything about the supernatural.
You were 12 years old
when they were killed, and 12 years old when you moved in with your uncle. He
lived alone. No wife or kids, but he didn’t mind. A hunter’s lifestyle was hard
enough when you were solo, but having others close to you only created a
vantage point for any evil being that was after you.
So you can imagine at
first that Uncle Robbie wasn’t super keen to take you in, but he still loved
you, and wanted to make it up to your parents for all his years of keeping his
distance from them.
You traveled around
with him, whenever a new case popped up, but he would try his hardest to keep
you in the same area for at least a few weeks before moving on. As you matured,
he slowly introduced you into hunting, which you caught the swing of pretty
You loved the
adrenalin that came with ganking another piece of evil in the world, but you
longed for some normalcy in your chaotic life.
So finally, what would
be your last year of high school, Robbie enrolled you into a school in the area
of his safe house, which became your permanent residence. But he never stayed
around much. There was too much to do in other parts of the country. This left
you alone in the safe house, to live out a somewhat normal life for yourself.
But anyway, since you
were new to the school in such a late year of education, everyone had already
formed solid friendship groups, making it difficult to meet anyone enough to be
their friend. Until you bumped into Yeti and Mike. Literally.
You were in a complete
daydream when you collided with Mike, sending your books straight to the ground
on his foot. Yeti was next to him, absolutely laughing his head off, as you
apologised like crazy. After several minutes of small talk and laughter, they
invited you to come each lunch with them. So you did, and the rest is history.
Still, in the several
months you had spent at the school, you had never made any girl friends, which
didn’t bother you, as you figured yourself for more of a tomboy, which you
could tell the other girls thought was weird and intimidating.
“Dude, I am so not prepared for this exam!” Yeti
exclaimed to both you and Mike, “I mean, I have barely studied because Game of
Thrones was on last night, and man, I just could not resist.”
You all laughed as
Yeti continued vocalising his stresses, which luckily didn’t affect you at all.
You weren’t nervous for the test…it’s just you really didn’t feel like doing
Just as you were
opening your mouth to talk about the most recent episode of Game of Thrones,
your history teacher emerged from the classroom, urging you all to enter and
sit at your respective tables.
As everyone filed in,
including Yeti, Mike pulled you aside before you could enter the classroom.
“Y/N, are you free
tonight?” he asked softly, “Maybe you could come over to mine at eight, and
we’ll have a binge-session of first season Game of Thrones?”
“Ha, that depends if
pizza is provided,” you smirked.
“Oh of course. I just
assumed that was part of the package,” Mike said with a laugh, as you laughed
along with him. You then left to enter the classroom, giving him a cheeky smirk
as you walked in.
Scanning each desk until
you found your name printed on a small white card, you took your place,
throwing your bag on the ground, and taking out your stationary necessary for
Waiting at the front
of the classroom was your wrinkled old bag of a history teacher, telling you
all to shut up and get ready. Once the entire room had quietened down, Mr.
Grumbluke (aka. Grumblebum) began to drabble on about the exam conditions. But
as he was discussing the acceptable pencils to be used, he was interrupted by a
knock at the door.
Mr. Grumbluke walked
over to the door, obviously quite annoyed at the disruption, and opened it to
see two men dressed in suits, both pulling out their FBI badges of their
But you knew they
They were the infamous
Sam and Dean Winchester; the supernatural warriors of the world, and the two men
who acted like the overprotective brothers you never wanted.
“I’m Agent Xavier,”
Sam addressed, “And this is Agent Rogue.” Dean gave a nod as they both stashed
their badges away. You just rolled your eyes at their lame attempt to come up
with original FBI alias names. But you figured X-Men was better than their
previous Batman alias names.
“Sorry to disturb you
sir, but we are going to need to take Ms. Y/N Y/L/N out of class,” Dean stated
with an authoritative tone.
Mr. Grumbluke did not
look impressed whatsoever, as he questioned, “I am sorry, but Y/N has to do an
exam today, which is being weighted quite heavily for…”
“Look sir,” Sam
interrupted, “We understand this is a massive inconvenience, but unfortunately
we have to insist she comes with us. She was witness to a serious crime, so we
must take her in for questioning. Please understand that this may take a few
days for all the legal procedures to take place.”
Neither Sam nor Dean
had seen where you were seated yet, but if they had, they would have seen you
giving them Sam’s famous bitch-face directed right at them.
sighed before asking you to collect your things. With little care, you pushed
all of your belongings back into your bag, before rising up and walking towards
the door. You could feel the intensity of the many pairs of eyes that were
staring at your back.
When you reached the
door, you met both Sam and Dean’s eyes, before rolling your own and sighing as
they lead the way out the door.
You didn’t say a word
until you reached the school carpark. Both Sam and Dean hadn’t turned around
once, and were still on their set path to the Impala.
“Well, I can’t say I
expected you two to pop up anytime soon,” you exclaimed with a smirk to the brothers.
Both stopped in their
tracks and turned around, with large smiles on their faces. Excitedly, you gave
Dean a large hug first, before doing the same with Sam. As you were releasing
from your embrace, Dean responded, “Neither did we Y/N, but hey, duty calls.”
You stood there for a
moment, still smiling, until confusion began to invade your mind.
“But seriously guys,”
you questioned, “Why have you pulled me out of class? I mean, I’m not
complaining, but I’m just a little confused.”
Sam and Dean shared a
glance with one another, before averting their focus back to you. You knew this
was their secret form of communication that they used fairly frequently.
“There’s a case close
by here,” Sam stated, “We’ve tried to contact some hunters in the area to help
out, but they’re all tied up, including Robbie.”
And at that sentence,
you began to beam from ear to ear. You could see their faces reflecting some
hints of confusion at your overly positive reaction.
“You need my help,” you smirked cheekily. The brothers gave a small
laugh each, as they knew how little they would involve you in hunts. Being the
overprotective pair that they were, they even thought that a regular salt and
burn was a dangerous task for you, despite you being on many hunts over the
years with your uncle with varying degrees of risk.
“I guess we do kiddo,”
Dean smiled, before his face became serious again, “It’s a witch, and it has
been killing off teenage boys a few towns over.”
Sam continued, “We
thought that you could help with the people aspect of the case such as talking
to some of the guys we think could be next on the chopping block. But also to
lend a hand with the case in general. And don’t worry, we won’t let anything
happen to you.”
You smiled at the
boys, and their new willingness to involve you in a case. The brothers gave you
a smile, with Dean motioning for you to give him a fist bump, which you happily
went along with, before moving towards the Impala.
The three of you
hopped into the Impala; you sat in the back seat as you knew Sam would never
give up his place in shotgun, (but you were secretly hoping that one day you
would get there).
Dean was about the
start the engine, but was interrupted by your obviously loud sigh as you experienced
a pang of realisation.
“Ah man!” you
exclaimed, “I was supposed to be going to Mike’s house tonight to eat pizza and
watch Game of Thrones!”
As you sat in
frustration, Dean stopped what he was doing, and turned around in the driver’s
seat to face you.
“Who’s Mike?” he asked
authoritatively, “And why were you going to his house at nighttime?”
“Dean…” Sam softly
warned, as you rolled your eyes at the older Winchester. Classic Dean to get
paranoid and overprotective over the possibility that you could have a
boyfriend, (which you didn’t have; it was merely a work in progress with Mike,
but they didn’t have to know that).
Dean cleared his
throat as he turned back around, and revved Baby to life. The booming sound of
Led Zepplin filled the Impala as Dean began to roll out of the carpark.
You smiled to yourself
as Dean tapped his hands on the wheel to the beat of the song, and Sam whipped
out his laptop to continue researching for the case.
Closing your eyes, you
thought about how much you loved your dysfunctional family. Sure, you weren’t
related, but after all, family doesn’t end with blood.