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gun_or_horseDisclaimer: This is written for fun, I don’t own Sam or Dean. I’m just borrowing them for a little fun. Sam and Dean are used for fun, the Twins and Trin are mine as well as the personna of Tabris. I’m using them how they’re protrayed by my friends on LJ.
Green eyes snapped open as their owner bit back a gasp. She was riding shotgun, her brother was driving.
“You have another one of your nightmares Cass?” Rohan asked as he stopped at a light.
“Yeah, how much further until we get to Aunt Trin’s? I could so use a shower and sleeping in a real bed. Hell her fried chicken sounds good about now.”
He chuckled a little at her comments, turning the volume of the radio up just a little more. “Another hour, we’ll be getting there by midnight.”
“Only because you wanted to stop for dinner,” She pouted a little stretching back a little more in her seat. “God I’m glad you got the covers on the seats, riding in this thing in a skirt would have sucked with leather.” Cassandra Mary Winchester didn’t wear skirts and heels that often, but it was a special occasion, they were going home.
“I agree with you Cassie.” The voice came from the back seat.
“Hey Tabby!” Colt smiled into the rearview, “You know you could have given us a little warning earlier about that coven.”
The angel in the back seat shrugged. “I’m not easily able to tell what is going on. And they prevented me from assisting more than I did. For that I am sorry Ro… Colt.”
“Yay, at least someone’s learning. Still can’t get Cas to say it.”
“That’s because Colt’s a horse or a gun. Though I’ll admit you’re a horse’s ass.” Cassie mumbled as she reached for the dial to change it off the country crap her brother was listening to. If she had to hear “The Highway Men” One more time she would have screamed.
“Hey, don’t complain about the music.” He slapped her hand.
“Hey, no fair, this stuff makes me tired.”
“Stop, Brother Castiel is nearby.” Tabris bit her lip a moment.
“Colt, your father is at your mother’s grave.”
“Drop me off then Colt; I need to stretch my legs a little.”
Cassandra knew she needed to clear her head and talking to her dad usually worked to put things in perspective for her. Not to mention any longer with her brother and she was going to see if she could get away with stabbing him just so she could drive.
“You know it is late sis.”
“Yeah so, if Dad’s there then it’ll be okay, besides I have my blade. I really doubt I’ll get into trouble here I mean hello we grew up here.” She waited for him to pull off to the side of the road and grabbed her bag, Tabris taking her seat.
“You have your phone right?”
“Yes and I’ll call Tabby if anything happens don’t worry Colt. I’m not the baby I was ten years ago.” The cool California air actually felt comforting as she found her bearings. The cemetery was only a few blocks away. Knowing her dad she figured they stopped at her aunt’s house first before the brother’s split up.
She was right; her aunt’s jeep was parked alongside the road. She put her bag in the back and started for the graves.
Sam Winchester hadn’t the girl until she touched his arm lightly. It had been years since they had been together here of all places. The two graves side by side were empty. There had been nothing left of the bodies to bury. One had been burned, the other, they had only been sent a few body parts, which Dean and Sam had salted and burned.
“Tabris said you’d be here when Cas contacted her.” She knelt before the stone on the right. It was a plain marker, the name ‘Sarah Ann Grange-Winchester’ was followed by her birth date and the day she disappeared. It had been ten years since then. The twins had been nine; it had been the same year that Tabris had joined them as Colt’s personal bodyguard. The Angels had been afraid that Michael would try to take him just because he and Lucifer had failed fifteen years before that..
“Hey, didn’t expect you to come out here.” Sam did slip an arm around his daughter’s shoulder. She briefly hugged him, her eyes searching his for a moment.
“Mom’s here of course I’d come.” She glanced at Sam. “You know we really have to stop meeting here, I mean you convinced Colt and I to take your name and we keep meeting only at the cemetery? That’s not that healthy.” She knelt before the two stones a moment her eyes closing as she paid her respects to the dead.
“At least you know from Tabris that she’s okay.” He was still unsure what had happened exactly to Jess, though it had never stopped him from loving the twins, or caring about their mother.
“Yeah, it’s funny though Dad, I can’t remember what Mom looks like anymore. I just remember her green eyes. Always looking sad when you and Dean showed up. It’s like she knew that Colt would be drawn to the family business.” Cassie wouldn’t tell Sam she had been drawn to it too, only because someone had to keep her brother out of trouble. She brushed the hair from her face.
“You two haven’t hunted have you?” Sam looked worriedly at her in the moonlight. IT washed out her tanned skin and the reddish curls that reminded him so much of Sarah.
“I’ve been in law classes, I don’t know if Colt’s been hunting. Probably, he hasn’t been on campus the last month. And I know he hasn’t been with you and Dean.” The twenty year old looked up. Her dad set his jaw. At least she was better at lying; they had hunted, but always stayed within Oregon, Northern California and Washington state. There was no way they were going to cross paths with their dad or uncle.
“I’ll talk to him.” Not that she was worried, Colt always would take the fall for their antics, as long as Cassie made sure to keep up with her classes. Yeah if the older Winchesters ever found out about the twins actions they’d lock them up to keep them safe, but there was no way that the two could see staying away from hunts. Sometimes they came to them without a search.
“And here he gets pissed at me again for being a tattle tale.” She chuckled a little. “Don’t worry I can handle it.”
“I know you’re tougher than us boys.” Sam smiled, his son took after his brother a lot more, always following orders, at least as far as he knew. But Cassie was like him. He had wanted a normal life for both of them, but it had been clear when Tabris had appeared the people upstairs didn’t. He just hoped that his baby girl didn’t have a demon riding on her coat tails like he had before.
“I try to be.” She kissed her fingertips touching the stone of her mother’s grave before accepting his help up. “Mom, I’ll come back again before I leave. Have stuff I want to tell you anyway, and don’t want dad to hear.” She heard the mumble from him about that and flashed a crooked smirk at him.
“Keeping secrets from me?” If they would have worked she might actually fallen for the puppy eyes, but she and Colt both used them quite well. There was no way that their father’s eyes would work on her.
“Girl stuff Dad.” She replied as they walked towards the gates. “Seriously, if it was something you’d be interested in I’d tell you.”
Neither saw the silver eyed man pull away from the shadows heading the other way.
He had a new play toy, one that looked like she’d be fun to hunt.
Word Count: 1297
Green eyes snapped open as their owner bit back a gasp. She was riding shotgun, her brother was driving.
“You have another one of your nightmares Cass?” Rohan asked as he stopped at a light.
“Yeah, how much further until we get to Aunt Trin’s? I could so use a shower and sleeping in a real bed. Hell her fried chicken sounds good about now.”
He chuckled a little at her comments, turning the volume of the radio up just a little more. “Another hour, we’ll be getting there by midnight.”
“Only because you wanted to stop for dinner,” She pouted a little stretching back a little more in her seat. “God I’m glad you got the covers on the seats, riding in this thing in a skirt would have sucked with leather.” Cassandra Mary Winchester didn’t wear skirts and heels that often, but it was a special occasion, they were going home.
“I agree with you Cassie.” The voice came from the back seat.
“Hey Tabby!” Colt smiled into the rearview, “You know you could have given us a little warning earlier about that coven.”
The angel in the back seat shrugged. “I’m not easily able to tell what is going on. And they prevented me from assisting more than I did. For that I am sorry Ro… Colt.”
“Yay, at least someone’s learning. Still can’t get Cas to say it.”
“That’s because Colt’s a horse or a gun. Though I’ll admit you’re a horse’s ass.” Cassie mumbled as she reached for the dial to change it off the country crap her brother was listening to. If she had to hear “The Highway Men” One more time she would have screamed.
“Hey, don’t complain about the music.” He slapped her hand.
“Hey, no fair, this stuff makes me tired.”
“Stop, Brother Castiel is nearby.” Tabris bit her lip a moment.
“Colt, your father is at your mother’s grave.”
“Drop me off then Colt; I need to stretch my legs a little.”
Cassandra knew she needed to clear her head and talking to her dad usually worked to put things in perspective for her. Not to mention any longer with her brother and she was going to see if she could get away with stabbing him just so she could drive.
“You know it is late sis.”
“Yeah so, if Dad’s there then it’ll be okay, besides I have my blade. I really doubt I’ll get into trouble here I mean hello we grew up here.” She waited for him to pull off to the side of the road and grabbed her bag, Tabris taking her seat.
“You have your phone right?”
“Yes and I’ll call Tabby if anything happens don’t worry Colt. I’m not the baby I was ten years ago.” The cool California air actually felt comforting as she found her bearings. The cemetery was only a few blocks away. Knowing her dad she figured they stopped at her aunt’s house first before the brother’s split up.
She was right; her aunt’s jeep was parked alongside the road. She put her bag in the back and started for the graves.
Sam Winchester hadn’t the girl until she touched his arm lightly. It had been years since they had been together here of all places. The two graves side by side were empty. There had been nothing left of the bodies to bury. One had been burned, the other, they had only been sent a few body parts, which Dean and Sam had salted and burned.
“Tabris said you’d be here when Cas contacted her.” She knelt before the stone on the right. It was a plain marker, the name ‘Sarah Ann Grange-Winchester’ was followed by her birth date and the day she disappeared. It had been ten years since then. The twins had been nine; it had been the same year that Tabris had joined them as Colt’s personal bodyguard. The Angels had been afraid that Michael would try to take him just because he and Lucifer had failed fifteen years before that..
“Hey, didn’t expect you to come out here.” Sam did slip an arm around his daughter’s shoulder. She briefly hugged him, her eyes searching his for a moment.
“Mom’s here of course I’d come.” She glanced at Sam. “You know we really have to stop meeting here, I mean you convinced Colt and I to take your name and we keep meeting only at the cemetery? That’s not that healthy.” She knelt before the two stones a moment her eyes closing as she paid her respects to the dead.
“At least you know from Tabris that she’s okay.” He was still unsure what had happened exactly to Jess, though it had never stopped him from loving the twins, or caring about their mother.
“Yeah, it’s funny though Dad, I can’t remember what Mom looks like anymore. I just remember her green eyes. Always looking sad when you and Dean showed up. It’s like she knew that Colt would be drawn to the family business.” Cassie wouldn’t tell Sam she had been drawn to it too, only because someone had to keep her brother out of trouble. She brushed the hair from her face.
“You two haven’t hunted have you?” Sam looked worriedly at her in the moonlight. IT washed out her tanned skin and the reddish curls that reminded him so much of Sarah.
“I’ve been in law classes, I don’t know if Colt’s been hunting. Probably, he hasn’t been on campus the last month. And I know he hasn’t been with you and Dean.” The twenty year old looked up. Her dad set his jaw. At least she was better at lying; they had hunted, but always stayed within Oregon, Northern California and Washington state. There was no way they were going to cross paths with their dad or uncle.
“I’ll talk to him.” Not that she was worried, Colt always would take the fall for their antics, as long as Cassie made sure to keep up with her classes. Yeah if the older Winchesters ever found out about the twins actions they’d lock them up to keep them safe, but there was no way that the two could see staying away from hunts. Sometimes they came to them without a search.
“And here he gets pissed at me again for being a tattle tale.” She chuckled a little. “Don’t worry I can handle it.”
“I know you’re tougher than us boys.” Sam smiled, his son took after his brother a lot more, always following orders, at least as far as he knew. But Cassie was like him. He had wanted a normal life for both of them, but it had been clear when Tabris had appeared the people upstairs didn’t. He just hoped that his baby girl didn’t have a demon riding on her coat tails like he had before.
“I try to be.” She kissed her fingertips touching the stone of her mother’s grave before accepting his help up. “Mom, I’ll come back again before I leave. Have stuff I want to tell you anyway, and don’t want dad to hear.” She heard the mumble from him about that and flashed a crooked smirk at him.
“Keeping secrets from me?” If they would have worked she might actually fallen for the puppy eyes, but she and Colt both used them quite well. There was no way that their father’s eyes would work on her.
“Girl stuff Dad.” She replied as they walked towards the gates. “Seriously, if it was something you’d be interested in I’d tell you.”
Neither saw the silver eyed man pull away from the shadows heading the other way.
He had a new play toy, one that looked like she’d be fun to hunt.
Word Count: 1297
