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Livingston, Montana. 1988

    SERAPHEINA CASSIDY KNEW it was dangerous to sleep with one of the hunters her coven feared most but something about his hazel eyes drew her in. There was something dangerous about it, the look behind his eyes, the sheer fact that he was a hunter, the thrill of living on the edge. However cliché it may be, Seraphina was drawn in like a moth to a flame.

Seraphina Cassidy did not expect to end up pregnant with John Winchester's child. Seraphina was a natural born witch, magic most likely already weaving its way through the child's DNA. One of Seraphina's greatest strengths was her connection to nature, and in turn, life. It was faint, but she could feel the infant and had fallen in love with it the minute she felt its energy.

She didn't know why she decided to tell him, in hindsight it was a terrible idea. Telling a hunter you, a witch, were pregnant with his child was bound to end horribly. Maybe it was the hormones that made her foolish, believing just for a second John would stay and help her with the baby. She was wrong.

He wanted to kill the baby. She pleaded with him, begging him to let her keep the child. It was innocent, harmless, she wouldn't even teach it magic. In that moment, tears in her eyes, hand wrapped protectively over her stomach, Seraphina Cassidy reminded John of Mary. It was because of that, he made a deal he would always regret. Seraphina gives up the name of the coven member wreaking havoc on the town and John would spare her and the child. Of course, Seraphina accepted.

It wasn't until he was halfway to the next case that the full extent of what happened hit him. He had a child, a witch. He let them go. He let a monster go. Slamming on the gas, John turned and headed straight back to Livingston. By the time he got there, the mother and child were gone. He'd lost them, an act he would regret for the rest of his life.

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Westford, Massachusetts. 2005

ELEANOR CASSIDY DIDN'T know there was such a thing as magic. She didn't know about the creatures that go bump in the night; and she definitely didn't know about the spell her mother had put up to keep her hidden from hunters.

Her mother knew if she wasn't careful she and her daughter would be found by hunters. Seraphina was always around, terrified of what would happen to Eleanor if she left. It wasn't until Eleanor was seventeen and emergency arose with an old friend that Seraphina left her daughter home alone for the weekend.

Like any seventeen year old when their parents go away, Eleanor threw a party. Unbeknownst to her, during the party the protection spell jar Seraphina had hidden in her bathroom was broken.

      A few days later, Eleanor's mother had yet to return from helping her friend. Eleanor was fine on her own, though she had never truly been left alone before. She was enjoying her new found freedom, ordering food almost every night, calling her friends in the middle of the living room and occasionally smoking one of her mother's cigarettes.

      Eleanor was going over a takeout menu, trying to decide what she would order tonight when there was a harsh knock on the door. "Be there in a minute!" she called out from the living room. Heaving a sigh, she forced herself off the couch and opened the door to reveal a rough looking man in a leather jacket. Leaning against the door, she took in the man standing in front of her. Something in her told her something bad would happen, but she chalked it up to her paranoia of being home alone for the first time. "Can I help you?" She didn't mention her mother wasn't home. She wasn't stupid, she'd seen movies.

      "Are you Eleanor Cassidy?" Eleanor nodded hesitantly. "I'm John Winchester. I'm your father."

      Eleanor felt the world slipping out from underneath her. "What?" her voice was quiet. After seventeen years, why now? She didn't know what to do. After standing there awkwardly staring at him, she opened the door wider and stepped out of the way. "Um, come in?"

      Eleanor made her way to the kitchen, the footfalls of her father echoing behind her. The kitchen was messy, the frying pan from her lunch discarded in the sink among many other stacked dishes Eleanor hadn't gotten around to loading in the dishwasher.

She walked over to the fridge, opening it and giving it a once over to see what she could offer the man. "Can I get you anything to drink? We have water and . . ." her gaze landed on the pack of soda towards the back. "Coca-Cola." She grabbed a soda for herself and turned to face him, only to find a gun pointed at her. The bottle of soda slipped out of her grasp and fell to the ground. "What the hell?"

      She backed away slowly, inching towards the sink. John followed, the gun still pointed directly at her. "I'm sorry about this, kid, but I should have done this a while ago. I shouldn't have let the witches go, let alone your mother. I can't let my mistake plague the world."

     "What the hell are you talking about?" She continued to walk backwards until her hands hit the back of the sink, panic rising in her voice. Her fingers found the frying pan left in the sink and she did the only thing she could think of. She hit John over the head with the frying pan, momentarily stunning him and running out the door as fast as her legs would take her.

      When she returned home a few hours later, John was no longer there. She didn't tell her mother, how could she? It was her fault in the first place. She shouldn't have let him into the house. So Eleanor kept the secret to herself and after a few weeks of anxiously looking over her shoulder, life eventually went back to normal. That is, until two more long lost family members showed up and tried to kill her.

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Westford, Massachusetts. 2006

ELEANOR DIDN'T EXPECT to see two grown men with guns sitting in her living room when she returned home from school on a random day in November. They were clad in flannel and appeared to be waiting for her. Of course, her mother wasn't home. Seraphina worked late, not returning until close to 6, leaving Eleanor to start dinner for the both of them.

The girl let out a string of curses under her breath, hand still on the doorknob before plastering on a smile and looking at the men. "How did you get into my house and what do you want?" She tried to keep her voice even, ignoring the pounding of her heart and the tightness in her chest.

      The men stood up as she walked in, the taller one lowering his gun slightly and turning to the other one. "She looks like a kid, are you sure this is the witch dad was talking about?"

The other one leaned in dropping his voice in hopes the girl standing a few feet away from them wouldn't hear. "I don't know but this is the address and description dad gave us and we have to finish what he started."

     "Well this has been fun but I'm not a witch so you clearly have the wrong person and so did your dad. Okay, bye." While they were busy talking to each other, Eleanor had opened the door. She ran out, slamming the door behind her.

      She headed to the library, needing to do some research on this "John Winchester" guy and maybe even try to find his number and beg him to stop trying to kill her. Three hours of sitting at the library computers and doing an internet deep dive, Eleanor had his number in her phone and was now standing outside the library.

She found a secluded spot under a few flowering trees and taking a deep breath, dialed the number. It went to voicemail, which Eleanor almost preferred. "This is Eleanor Cassidy. Please stop sending people after me, I've done nothing to you. I'm just a kid. I don't understand, you said you were my dad so why are you sending people to kill me? Why did you try to kill me? You don't even know me." A tear slipped down her cheek and she quickly wiped it away. "Just please, leave me alone." Her voice broke on the final word and she snapped the phone shut.

      By the time she returned home, making sure to check before entering her house, the two men were gone. She let herself in and locked the door, her mind still reeling from the day's events.

What she didn't know was that her message hadn't gone to John Winchester. Her father was dead and his phone was now in the possession of his sons, Sam and Dean Winchester.

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      SAM HAD A feeling his dad had been keeping something from them. It started with a voicemail from a woman named Ellen Harvelle and now here they were, potentially with a younger sister they didn't know about. The girl's message replayed in Sam's head, she sounded broken, sad. He didn't blame her, if other hunters knew about his visions, about the things that made him a freak, they would probably hunt him too. The girl, Eleanor, had appeared younger than him, if he had to guess he'd say she was around eighteen. He couldn't imagine being hunted by someone claiming to be your father at such a young age. It made him wonder, if John hadn't raised him, if he had known about his premonitions, would he have hunted Sam too?

He didn't think the girl was dangerous, she might not even by a witch. After all, they hadn't heard anything about witches in Westford before in the past few years. No strange occurrences either. The only reason they were there was because their father had told them to go before he died.

Dean was currently looking through John's journal, looking back in hopes of finding anything on witches from around eighteen years ago. That's when he found it, a short hand reference to Seraphina Cassidy, something that would be easy to overlook if you didn't know about the existence of John's daughter. He cleared his throat and Sam looked over. "So, we have a sister."

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      ELEANOR WAS READY for the men to come back. She had found the gun her mom kept locked in a safe under her bed. The lock had been pretty easy for her to pick, the password was her birthday.

     She was on high alert, jumping slightly at the knock on the door. She peaked out the curtains. It was the men again, though they were freshly dressed and weren't armed. Eleanor unlocked the door and opened it a crack, stepping back so they can let themselves in and not attack her when her guard was down.

     Sam pushed the door open, noticed the gun leveled at him and puts his hands up, Dean following suit.

     Eleanor didn't know how to shoot a gun, but they didn't need to know that. Her gaze was firm, tone even. "Who the hell are you?"

    The shorter one leaned into the other, dropping his voice to a whisper, not that it helped much because Eleanor was close enough to hear him. "Are you sure she's harmless? Look, I know you don't want to follow dad's orders and you've convinced me not to kill her so far, but I don't know, man."

     "Who the hell are you?" Eleanor repeated, causing the brothers to look at her once again.

   "Um, I'm Sam, this is Dean. We're your brothers."

    "I'm not falling for that shit again. Last time someone showed up and claimed to be a family member, he tried to kill me. Not to mention, you broke into my house wanting to kill me. Just leave or I'll shoot you." The gun shook in her hands.

"Look, we're not here to hurt you." To this Eleanor raised an eyebrow and looked at Dean. "We're unarmed, we just want to talk to you."

"That's what the other guy said too. And you know what he did? Oh yeah, that's right. He tried to kill me." Her voice was getting high, she couldn't stop the fear from creeping into it.

"Alright, how about this: why don't we take you to dinner, we'll talk about it there. That way there will be tons of witnesses and it's neutral ground," Sam offered.

      "First you come here to kill me, then you invite me to family dinner! Wow, what reason could I possibly have to refuse this?"

Dean grabbed his keys from his pocket. "Great, let's go."

"That was sarcasm, dipshit." She thought it over, calculating the risk. Her curiosity beat her caution. "Alright, fine. But I'm driving myself and I'm picking the diner. I don't need you kidnapping me."

      "Fair enough, we understand." Dean looked annoyed but Sam made sure to go along with the girl's requests.

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       SOON ENOUGH ELEANOR was meeting the brothers in front of JJ's Diner, Eleanor's favorite place of all time. As they passed by the windows, she couldn't help but notice they were all dressed alike, flannel and jeans. Out of curiosity she looked down at their shoes, all three wore brown boots. They looked like a family on a camping store billboard. She regretted not changing before she left the house.

They grabbed a table towards the back, the least likely place for them to be overheard. A waitress came over to take their orders. Sam ordered a smoothie, Eleanor ordered a milkshake and Dean ordered half of the menu.

     "Alright, we're here so, talk."

Sam cleared his throat. "Our dad sent us to kill you but he never told us you were his daughter, or that you were what? Eighteen?" She nodded. "We got your voicemail. Our dad, died recently so we've been in possession of his phone. When we heard about you we started looking in his own journal and we found out about you. We wouldn't have tried to kill you if we had known."

"But you would have killed me if I wasn't your sister? Why? I didn't do anything to you. I'm just a senior in high school, I don't even cheat on tests, let alone something worth having multiple people want to kill me over."

Dean looked over at Sam, who had a pained look on his face. "Look, our dad said you were a witch. Clearly, you're not, so, no harm, no foul."

      "No harm, no foul? You do know breaking and entering is against the law, right? And why do you keep mentioning witches? They aren't real."

And that was how Eleanor learned about the things that go bump in the night and about the people who hunt them.

     As dinner went on, Eleanor began to trust them more. She even started to enjoy their company and liked listening to their tales of killing vampires and ghosts. She asked them how she could help, but they told her the best thing for her to do was try to live a normal life. So she did.

     They were good to her, stopping by whenever they were in the area to take her to eat or even just coming over to check on her. Eleanor began to see them as her brothers. She called them when she got accepted to NYU and they visited her on her birthday.

     She was happy. Until one day the phone rang. She never should have answered it.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: there isn't much canon lore on witches or natural born witches, so i've decided to make up some of my own. while it may not entirely fit perfect within canon, it should be close enough to make both canon and the story work. also trying to write john as attractive as a lesbian oriented aroace who hates his guts was hard. and i swear the writing gets better from here.