Pilot

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Dean and Genesis had been driving for three hours before he finally pulled into a gas station to fill up the Impala's tank. Genesis stretched as she stepped out of the car, groaning loudly. "Thank God. I was scared to tell you I had to pee."

Dean shot her a flat look of annoyance. "Go pee, Gen."

She just laughed and headed toward the dingy gas station bathroom. After finishing up, she stopped by the counter and bought a pack of Marlboro Reds. The attendant asked for her ID, and she rolled her eyes before handing over one of her fakes. Once the transaction was done, she grabbed the cigarettes and made her way back to the car.

When Dean caught sight of the pack in her hand, his expression shifted instantly. "You're not smoking those in baby."

Genesis grinned. "Wasn't planning on it."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "When'd you start smoking anyway?"

Genesis looked down at her hands, running her fingers over the edge of the pack. She hesitated before answering, memories surfacing. "I've always kinda smoked. My brothers—mostly Andrew—used to take me to hookah lounges on hunts if we could find one. We'd sit there doing lore research while we smoked. But cigarettes?" She shrugged. "Picked them up after our fight."

Dean laughed. "You guys—you used to do lore research in smoke lounges?" He chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

Genesis rolled her eyes. "Yes, Dean. But it wasn't my idea. If it were up to me, we would've gone to a coffee shop or a library. But Andrew was obsessed with finding 'authentic experiences' on the road."

"Yeah, don't worry about that. We'll hit coffee shops, just for you," Dean said with a smirk.

Genesis smiled, and they both climbed back into the Impala, the sound of Led Zeppelin humming through the speakers as they drove on.

They drove in silence for a while, the quiet only broken by the low rumble of the engine and the occasional creak of the Impala's leather seats. Dean glanced over at her, noticing how she rested her head against the window, staring out at the passing scenery.

After a moment, he broke the silence. "So... what've you been up to?"

Genesis sat up, staring at him with a raised brow. "You didn't talk to me for two years, and now you wanna know what I've been up to?"

Dean grumbled, brushing it off. "Just trying to fill the silence, Gen."

She let out a sigh, but eventually softened. "Fine. I graduated—only took me three years. I, uh, sent you an invite, but... well, we weren't talking, so I figured you wouldn't show." She stared at her hands, the weight of the unsaid settling between them. "Been hunting ever since."

Dean's face tightened, guilt pressing against his chest. He hadn't told her he was there, watching from the crowd as she walked across the stage in her red cap and gown, receiving her diploma. He had stayed long enough to see her grinning as her dad and brothers hoisted her into the air, tossing her like a rag doll while she squealed at them to stop. She was so happy then, and seeing her smile made him smile too, just before he slipped away into the Impala, driving off before she could spot him.

Instead of telling her the truth, he swallowed it down and quietly said, "I'm sorry I wasn't there."

Genesis patted his shoulder, offering a small smile. "It's okay, Dean."

He didn't respond right away, instead shifting the conversation. "What do you say we drive a couple more hours and then check into a motel? Sammy will still be there tomorrow."

She nodded, relieved to push the subject aside. "Sounds like a plan."

After three more hours of driving, Dean pulled off the road at a rundown motel. They grabbed their bags from the Impala and walked to the front desk, where a bored-looking teenager, no older than seventeen, sat with his feet propped up on the counter, flipping through a magazine.

Dean cleared his throat, and the kid lazily looked up. "We'd like a room, please."

The boy gave them a once-over, then pulled a key from the hook behind him. "Room 21. There's a king bed."

Dean blinked. "Oh, uh—no, no, we need two beds."

The kid smirked, looking between them. "What, she mad at you or something?"

Dean turned to glance at Genesis, who stood with her arms crossed, staring down at her nails, clearly uninterested in the conversation. He sighed. "Yeah, no, we're not together. We just need two beds."

The kid shrugged. "Just take the key, man. I'm sure she'll forgive you."

Dean grumbled under his breath, snatching the keys. "Don't know why I'm arguing with a teenager..."

Genesis looked up, finally noticing him. "Got a room?"

Dean waved the key with a small smile, and they headed up the stairs to their room. Once inside, Genesis's eyes immediately fell on the single king bed, more than big enough for two.

"Dean..."

He raised his hands defensively. "Not my fault! I wasn't about to argue with the kid any longer."

Genesis sighed, dropping her bag onto the bed. "I'm feelin' burgers tonight."

Dean grinned, "I like where your head's at. Saw a joint across the street, but no extra onions for you if we gotta share a bed."

She rolled her eyes, "Dean, pretty sure it's the other way around. Can you get me a Dr. Pepper?"

"One Dr. Pepper, comin' right up." He shut the door behind him.

As soon as she saw him cross the street from the window, she grabbed her jacket, slipping outside with her box of Marlboros and lighter in hand. She sat against the door, lit a cigarette, and blew the smoke into the cool evening air.

To be honest, she didn't even know where to start when it came to Dean. Two years of silence, and their last conversation had torn a gap between them. She told him he was too much of a soldier, always following orders, always doing what his daddy wanted. He told her she was running—running from hunting, her family, and, worst of all, from him.

She had screamed at him to get the fuck out, and he did. Took the keys to the Impala, stormed out of her apartment, and drove off without looking back. And when he left, Genesis crumpled to the floor and sobbed, the weight of it all finally crashing down on her.

Genesis was left alone with her thoughts, taking deep puffs of her cigarette until only the stub remained. She flicked it to the side and leaned her head back against the door. Dean was a force of nature, a storm that Genesis could barely begin to understand. He was the one who had taught her how to shoot a gun, how to hunt, how to survive.

Dean had always been like an older brother to her—until she hit 13. Puberty had a way of turning things upside down. One day they were wrestling on Bobby's couch, the next day she thought he was the cutest guy she'd ever laid eyes on. She'd watch him like a love-struck puppy, pouting every time John whisked him away on a hunt or took him from Bobby's house.

Of course, 17-year-old Dean never glanced in 13-year-old Genesis' direction. She was practically his little sister. Whenever she and Sam interrupted Dean's flirting with some cheerleader, he'd always introduce them both as his little brother and sister, earning an exaggerated eye roll from Genesis every time.

By the time Genesis was old enough for Dean to realize his feelings, she had already left for college. Her brothers were all gone, living their own lives. Andrew and Adam had moved to Europe, somewhere in Ireland. Khalid had packed up for Brazil, something about hunting the supernatural down there. That left her, her dad, and the Winchesters.

So, Dean visited her. After every hunt, he'd drive to Georgetown, and they'd spend a couple of days together before his dad called him back.

Dean didn't have anyone besides Gen and his dad. Sammy had been gone for over a year now, making his way at Stanford. Dean hadn't spoken to him since the fight with their dad. And then, when Dean and Gen fought, he had no one. No one but John—the man who turned him into the perfect soldier, the almost perfect hunter. Even Ibrahim Al-Qadir, Gen's father, could see the toll John was taking on him.

By the time Dean got back with the burgers, Genesis had smoked through two and a half cigarettes. She crushed the third one under her foot as he approached. "Two burgers, extra onions, a Dr. Pepper for the lady, and a six-pack for me."

She laughed and opened the door, letting them both inside. Dean dropped the food on the table, and they immediately dug in. Messy eaters by nature, Genesis took big bites as grease dripped down her chin. They ate in comfortable silence, both savoring their meals.

When they finished, Genesis changed into something more comfortable—basketball shorts and an old AC/DC shirt she had for years.

As soon as she walked back in, Dean's eyes locked onto the shirt, and his face fell. "Is that my shirt?"

She looked down, "What? No. I got it from the closet at Bobby's—oh... must be yours. I've had it for years."

Dean laughed. "I lost that shirt when I was 17. Thought it was gone for good."

"Well, I'm not giving it back." She flopped onto the bed and snatched the remote from him, flipping the TV to Scooby-Doo. A beer was already waiting for her on the nightstand. They watched a few episodes, till it was almost 11:00 pm, they had both finished their beers and Gen was beyond exhausted. "I'm gonna hit the hay Winchester, you better not snore."

She tucked her gun under her pillow and laid down turning the lamp off next to her. Dean did the same, gun under the pillow and turned off his lamp as well. It was dark for only a few moments before Dean spoke out, "I don't snore."

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Word Count: 1648

A/N: YAY! We love the one bed trope guys. Anyway here's chapter 2. Yes Genesis did graduate from Georgetown, she's actually very smart despite being raised by hunters. Anywayyyyy don't be a ghost reader. Vote, Comment, and Share

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Allegra 💙