The engine of a rather iconic impala revved loudly as a pair of brothers drove down another long highway, crossing through another town they might never know again. The sound of an old 8-track player filled the well kept interior as booming rock from the era of action films and hard men played.
The younger brother sighed slightly, holding his head as he ran through page after page in a book they'd plucked. A hand ran through the small brownish black stubble that had recently developed along his face, slightly styled brown hair flowing passively in the wind of the opened window while the smell of forest landscapes and asphalt whipped by his nose. "There has to be something we can do, Dean." His slightly gruff, yet still modestly boyish voice chirped up after what could have been hours.
"Ya Sammy, sure there is." The older brother chuckled, his deeper masculine voice dismissing worry as he kept eyes ahead. His one arm hung out the side as the wind flapped slightly against the brown leather of his jacket, cutting slightly against the sore skin of his recently shaved face. It helped wake him in these early hours when the sun still rubbed its eyes, keeping him focused.
Sharp green eyes turned to their brother's hazels, darkened to an almost marble blue with worry right now. He sighed, turning away as the assuring smile dropped from his face and he ran a hand through his short, darker blonde hair. "Look, we will figure it out. I'm not goin anywhere, ya got that?"
"Dean, this is your soul we are talking about. This isn't some monster that just wants your eye, or a leg. This is eternity we are talking about." He insisted with a heavy amount of anxiety streaking through his voice.
"Yeah, I get it Sammy. Just. Look." He turned to his brother, starting to try and retort before a pulse appeared in front of them both. "What the fuck!?" Dean shouted, swerving to the side as a portal burst open before them. He thankfully managed to maneuver baby to the side of the rode without any undo samage, but he didn't enjoy the way his brakes sounded afterward.
"Demons. Dean exclaimed, quickly hoppi g out the car as he turned with a shotgun ready, holy water stored in his jacket pocket just for the occassion. He cocked the shotty, listening as Sam hurriedly got out the other side and joined him with a book of exorcism in his hand.
Out of the portal emerged a trio of figures. The first was a massive woman, easily taller than even Sam, but not so much that she didn't still seem human. Her physique was unclear, covered by working jeans and a pair of walking brown boots and a flannel loosely tied at the waist over a black muscle shirt. Her hair was extremely long, however. Radiant and gold, braided together using a set of rose decorated clips, and a rather simple blue baseball cap ontop of it all. She had a striking face, sharp angles yet kissed by muscle and strength. Her eyes, so gold they almost looked like they were flowing, met the striking pair of emeralds first.
Beside her stepped out a much smaller woman, perhaps only around a half foot shorter than dean, with a pair of tighter jeans that ended at her ankles and led into a pair of black timberlands. She wore a chain belt that hung across her hips, made of a pattern made from skulls and moons, just below a black t shirt that was tucked into her jeans. She had more realistically long hair, ending just past her breast on the right side in a wavey side tail of black and icy blue ends. She smiled up at the little girl on her shoulders, a golden haired little tike about four years old who's cheeks were still a bit chubby with youth. She had matching rounded glasses to the black haired girl, though her eyes were sapphires lined with streaks of gold like veins in ore.
"We're heeeere!" The black gaired girl answered, voice chipper and almost foxish.
"Woo." The little one answered in a soft, almost monotone voice that held the hint of excitement in it.
"Seems we found them already." The tallest one said as she turned fully towards Dean now.
"Look, Bitch. I still got six months. You really wanna cut in on someone else's deal?" He aimed the shotgun at her. "Try me."
The tallest one seemed to grow irritated, lip twitching slightly. "Why you-"
With a click of the trigger, pellet launched at the woman as she sidestepped. His shot barely missed, but the gleam of blood from her arm suggested he hadn't entirely.
"Shit," he heard her mumble, "right, human scaled." As she dove to push the other two out of the way. Dean flared his nostrils, annoyed they had used a child form for one.
"Hold on! We aren't demons! We are allies!" The tall one shouted, raisi g a hand as she pushed the other two behind her. "Hold your damn fire! There's a child here you fucking.psycho!" Dean paused for a moment at that.
Why would a demon keep the act up?
He cocked the gun, shell thudding beside him onto the asphalt. Sam gave him a look. "Could be witches."
"Hm." He narrowed his eyes. "Hands up. Slow and easy." He barked at the trio. They did so, even the little one who ended up falling and swinging from the one girl's neck by her thighs. She quickly lifted her arms up towards the lady's head, which was all far too cute for Dean to really suspect anything anymore. Still. Can't be too careful.
"Sammy. Silver blade." He nodded to him as his brother approached each.
"Jusr a test. Make sure you aren't something... bad." He held out a silver knife. The tallest let him cut her palm without issue, which simply bled. The shorter girl did the same, to the same result. When Sam glanced at the little one, he statted to second guess before she jumped down and took the knife herself. Dean nearly shot before she just pricked her finger, bleeding as normal.
"There. Happy?" She sat rather brattishly, giving the older brother a bit of a scolding look. He wasn't sure how to feel about getting talked down to by someone barely not a toddler, but he was satisfied.
"Alright. You aren't demons. Who the hell are you, then?" He said, still a little aggressive as he flipped the safety back on. He tucked the gun away, but stood near the car door just in case.
"Friends." The tall one said, arms crossing in disapproval. "Though. Now I am doubting how much we should be." She fed the older brother quite the foul glare. He met it rather quickly, arms crossing to match.
"Already off to a bad start." He growled.
"Hm. Who's fault is that?" She retorted angrily.
"Yours, obviously!" He shouted back, throwing his hands up.
"Mine?!" She shouted, agasped.
"You appeared in the middle of the road!" He angrily yelled, motioning to the road.
"You aimed a fucking shotgun at us!" She answered with equal fury, fists starting to clench at her sides with a white knuckle intensity.
"You came out of a fucking portal in the middle of the road! You could have been a fucking demon, or worse!" He pointed at her accusingly. "And I am not getting killed by one of them anytime sooner than I agreed to!"
He could feel Sam's unease and disapproving gaze, but he held hos ground all the same. The shorter girl seemed to gain a somber hew to her eyes before it faded, like a memory of sorrow bleeding away as it came. "Hey. Really. We will explain everything once we get somewhere private. I promise."
"Alright. Sounds fair." Sam smiled.
"Hm. Fine." Dean said at the same time as the tall woman, barked.
...
One modestly awkward and silent trip to a motel later.
"So... let me get this straight." Sam started, sat on one motel bed beside Dean, who hsd kept the shotgun on his lap, while the trio sat on the other. "You are, universe travelers. And... you visit worlds, to help folks from sort of... bad, Ends?"
"Correct." Chirped up the shorter girl, who went by Luna.
"But within, minutes of entering our world, you lose several memories because of... cosmic... Rules?"
"Bingo." Resounded little Aura. She was sat on the floor next to Luna's leg, yawning tiredly. She sipped at a small juice box that Sam has given her, looking rather cute in her tiny overalls and yellow shirt. She had kicked off the blue sneakers she had on.
"But you ARE here to help." He added.
"Indeed." Said the tall Marika, who seemed the least pleased with how everything jad started.
"I don't trust you." Dean said, despite Sam's insistance to behave.
"The feeling is mutual, brat." The golden haired woman barked back.
"Brat?! How old do you think I am?!"
"Young to me, Brat." She smirked cattily.
"That's it bitch." Dean shot up. "You wanna go?!"
"Enough!" Sam yelled, standing and grabbing his oldee brother by the biceps to keep him from swinging on Marika.
"You got anger issues." Aura said, followed by a yawn. "Just like Mama." Marika turned bright red, and Sam almost swore her hair did too for a moment at the roots before the little one yawned again. "Ok. Nappy time." She stood up, looked around, then grabbed a random book from off Sam's trunk and fell over with it beside her parent's legs as she cuddled it. Within seconds she was snoring, and the adults quickly found it a little too insensitive to keep yelling.
"We will talk about this later." Marika shout whispered as she turned and walked out to get some air presumably. Dean nearly lept up if not for Sam holding him back, mumbling for a second before storming out through the back door the motel thankfully had.
"Well. Ahem. This was... an awkward start." Luna have an equally awkward smile to Sam.
"Ya. No kidding." He sighed, dropping his head into his hands.
"Hey. One way or another, we are gonna... Do whatever it is we came here for. Save the day, beat the bad guys, woo." She gave a little mock celebration with her hands.
"Ya. Sure. Must all be a game to people like you." He stood up, frustrated himself even if he knew whatever help they could offer was essential. He still felt so overwhelmed, and this added on top made it far worse.
"No, wait, that isn-" He heard the foxish girl say behind him before quietly closing the door to get some air, too. It was going to be a long six months.
...
The following morning was started rather early for Dean. He felt a hand poke him, tiny and soft. He groaned, blinking slowly to see the sun hadn't even fully broken through the horizon, casting that dull, almost dead blue light over them as he began to sit up. "Wha... Wha is it...?" He rubbed his eye, glancing around to find the little girl staring up at him with those startlingly inhuman eyes.
"I'm hungry." She said in the most matter of fact voice. It was that unique way only small children could say something, as if it instantly explained their entire plans for the day with a brief phrase.
"...Crackers on the counter."
"I'm lactose intolerant." She countered.
"What do you want me to do about it?" He rubbed his face, standing and stumbling into the bathroom to wash his face and clear his head. A few seconds later, he heard his keys being picked up. "Woah, woah, woah." He ran out of the bathroom, finding the child had someone swiped his keys from his jacket while they all had been asleep.
"There convenient store up street." She jangled the keys.
"Oh and I suppose you have-" The child pulled out a small wallet, pink with lines of white rose thorn embroidering and opened it. The inside had a clearly hand done pattern of a garden, and this small child plucked a crisp fifty from it and offered it to him.
"Extra. For gas and beer." She stated, once more in that uniquely childish way.
"... Well alright." He shrugged, taking the keys and walking out into the cold morning air. The sky was rather clear today, and it seemed oddly calm. At least, compared to yesterday. Maybe I'm just being paranoid.
He turned to see the little girl staring at Baby rather intently. Intently enough that it started to worry him before she turned and looked at him. "Ok. I understand it now."
"Sure kid. Get in. You can have shotgun, but don't tell your moms." He hopped in the driver side as Aura slid in the window, startling Dean as she just ignored the existence of the door handle before flopping over into the seat with a loud and goofy oomph. She righted herself, looking across the dashboard with that same, rather intense stare for a second. She turned again, looking at him with a furrowed brow.
"The sound system. It's old." She quirked a brow as she buckled up, the car starting as she then turned her head and listened to the engine.
"Yeah, but sometimes, older is better." He popped in an 8-track, smiling as the first song to play was Eye of the Tiger. "Hell yeah." He paused, glancing at the kid. "Uh. Don't tell them about that either."
This tiny child turned and looked him dead in the eye, before simply shouting at the top of her tiny lungs, "FUCK." As if in retort to his apology. He laughed after a moment of shock.
"Oh, you and I are gonna get along great kid." He grinned as they drove away.
...
Marika woke with a growl from her stomach that ached rather angrily. She kissed her lover, who groggily hugged their child under the blankets. She often enjoyed compression in sleep, and Aura was as much a cuddle bug and mom's girl as they came. "Gonna make some breakfast." She muttered, sliding from bed, and slipping on a pair of spar sweatpants, happy she wore the white cami overnight instead of the hotter clothing. Luna ran hot, even in this human form, so she often dressed cool for bed now.
She walked over to the small fridge of the motel, quickly getting some things for scrambled eggs and some sausages, soon filling the whole place with the smell of the morning. She slipped some coffee on, making sure to make it extra strong before checking on her lover and child. Luna snored away, hugging the bundle beneath the comforter. Sam was sleeping in the bed across the way, but Dean was missing. "Hm. Slippery brat, that one." She muttered.
With a flick of her wrist, she rolled and slid the medley of proteins onto a few plates before walking over to the bed. Right then, she noticed that Luna was cuddling just the comforter. Panic shot through her, dropping the plates as she sprinted for the front door right as she heard the car engine pulling back into the front parking lot.
The golden lady marched out, hair undone and flailing like the tails of a medival weapon as the Impala rolled up in front of her. She glared through the tinted glass and walked to the driver side door, who's window slowly rolled down to show Dean munching on a stick of jerky, new stylish sunglasses on. In the passenger seat was her daughter, wearing some rather oversized square shades and cheeks swollen with nerd ropes which she was slowly chewing on. "Aurora Morgotta Radavuya Lila Evaresia!" She exclaimed.
He just gave her a look, looked over at Aura, who looked at him, then looked at her mother. "What?"
"Where were you??"
"With Uncle Dean."
"Uncle. Dean?" She asked rather irritatedly.
"Duh." She said so matter of factly. Marika's forehead was throbbing by now.
Like Mother like daughter.
Can it.
"And just what have you two been up to?" She crossed her arms, trying to sound as parental as her irritation allowed right now. The urge to hit the nearest lampost, however, was growing. She didn't even care all that much that she might break her knuckles.
"Breakfast. What's it look like?" He cracked a beer, letting the lid fall on her foot before sipping it as Aura mirrored him with a root beer.
"Ya Mama. What's it look like?" Now, she was angry.
"Aura. Get out of this rickety old wagon right this instance." She pointed beside her.
Aura looked at Dean, then at her Mama. "Nah. Rules are for chumps." Before music blared out heavy rock as they pulled back out of the drive way, leaving behind a woman starting to look closer to garnet than gold with each passing second.
"..." She twitched in place just as Luna yawned behind her.
"Oh, did Aura go out with Dean? I should have asked them to grab me some sweetart mini-"
"AHHHHHH!
She wailed loud enough to scatter the nearby crows. It was going to be an EXTREMELY long six months!