Moments , Part One
Word Count: 2220 (I was too into it)
Characters: Reader X Platonic Dean & Sam, Ellen and Jo.
Warnings: None I can think of.
A/N: Week 2 of @one-shots-supernatural‘s hiatus challenge.
Prompt: “I know! Isn’t it great?”
Somethings were tailored to fit my story, mainly the Roadhouse never being destroyed.
Also I plan for this to have three parts, the prompt was just too good and I got this whole story in my head. Also song mentioned in the story is “You Really Got A Hold On Me” by Smokey Robinson & the Miracles :D
Everyone has moments in life that are
life changing, game changers. There are three moments in your life
that forever changed the outcome of your world. It goes without
saying, there are moments that mean so much to you, ones that have
effected your life greatly. Losing both your parents, mom when you
were younger and your dad a few years back on a hunt, it all has
weighed on you. But there were three moments that made your life
worth living, three things that have made your life special.
The first one happened three years ago,
after your Dad was killed by vamps, you went to Ellen. She helped you
recover, letting you work for her and slowly easing back into the
hunter life. Jo became the little sister you never had, the two of
you would go on hunts, Ellen trusted you with Jo, and the two of you always came back better and stronger. Jo was always going on and on
about some hunter and his brother. You usually rolled your eyes at
Jo’s school girl crush, but you never met them. And then, you lost
Ellen and Jo. You had gone off on a job with a few local hunters,
Ellen had called when you were gone. You weren’t able to get the
call, but she left a message saying she was going on a case with the
Winchesters and that she’d see you at home. On your way back from the
hunt, you got the call. It was like reliving your parents death
again, you cried for days. You became angry, wanting answers, but
getting none. You decided it was time to meet these Winchesters. It
took you a few weeks and many calls to hunters, but you finally
tracked them down at some motel in Vermont. You noticed the black
Impala, the one Jo talked about, right away. Parking your blue jeep
next to the classic car, you started shaking. You knew it wasn’t
their fault, Ellen and Jo were hunters, all of you were. The deal was
simple, hunters died, it was a fact. But you needed someone to be
angry at, someone to blame for the death of the last two people who
you truly loved.