CHAPTER ONE:
THE FAMILY BUSINESS.

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BIRDIE FOWLER DIDN'T make big mistakes very often. Having grown up with the knowledge that many horror stories were in fact based on true events——some even dating back centuries ago——she was rather used to shitty things happening all over the world no matter how much she tried to ease some of the troubles by slaying monsters. Both of her parents had been hunters themselves and couldn't help but raise their child in the same life.

They hadn't intended to become parents, but when Birdie was brought into the world one stormy night, they believed the safest place for her would've been to stay with them rather than putting her up for adoption where someone, or something, could've taken her as leverage, or for something worse than even death itself. It didn't really take Birdie long to realize that she was an accident, but her parents loved her and only wanted the best for her, or so that was what she always told people. However, it was only true for one parent. Some days were better than others, but that was the life of being raised and turned into a hunter; she couldn't afford to be picky.

When her mother, Serena, died just a few months before Birdie's eighteenth birthday, part of her believed her father, Reese, would've decided to move onto a different line of work now that her mother was gone. Things exactly weren't easy with Serena, but Birdie thought it would've been just a little. . .calmer now that she was gone. Everyone who ever met the woman knew she was incredibly stubborn and fierce, but she was also capable of being especially cruel not just to monsters, but to her family.

However, Birdie didn't get to have even just a taste of a sweet life because Reese soon died when his car was hit by a drunk driver while he was on his back to Birdie after doing a quick salt and burn. Birdie became an orphan over night and ran off before child services could intervene seeing that she was still under eighteen. Instead, she fled to Bobby Singers and laid low for a bit, but just like her mother, she wasn't able to hang up her gun as easily as she thought and went chasing monsters like she'd been taught to do.

But. . .she couldn't believe she'd wound up in yet another sticky situation without a Plan B all the way to Z.

Birdies eyes slowly fluttered open as she finally awoke, not even fazed by the fact she couldn't move. She'd grown used to it now.

Her hands were chained together from the cement ceiling of some abandoned warehouse in the middle of nowhere. An intense pain was pounding through her entire body from being punched over and over again. Her feet were just barely touching the bloodied ground beneath her feet, her tattered sneakers stained with her dried blood that had dripped down from her wounds. Her skin was hot and clammy, the intense heat not letting up during the still of the night. Blood was smeared across her wrinkled shirt and ripped jeans, some brushed along her cheek almost like it was done on purpose, and a busted lip finally on the mend to healing.

She slowly lifted her head, a frown appearing on her lips when she saw some of the missing women she'd been searching for were no longer strung up across from her like they'd been only a few hours ago before she was beaten into unconsciousness.

'Were they completely drained?, Birdie thought with a sinking feeling weighing on her shoulders.

IV bags were still hooked up to other women who were strung up throughout the grimy room, their crimson blood filling up the clear bags while they each fought hard to remain conscious.

That was how it had been for the past nine days——even longer for the women who'd first gone missing and attracted the attention of Birdie to their strange disappearances. Despite no longer being able to see some of the women, she had a feeling she already knew what happened to them.

Birdie sourly twisted her lips at the mere thought, stealing a glance towards her restraints that had left bright red marks on her wrists. She tugged, softly grunting as she did so. She puffed out her cheeks in annoyance from the situation and her lack of strength, peering around in hopes of finding something she could use to help her escape, but it was no use. She'd spent the last nine days trying to conjure up a way to freedom or how to outsmart her captures, but each attempt ended with her being beaten. It hadn't helped that there was usually at least one vampire in the room, making sure none of the women were gaining their strength back or trying to find a way to break free. All of Birdies weapons were carelessly tossed on a table too far away for her to reach, and with nothing but the IV stand beside her within reaching distance, she still had no way to escape.

The vampires she'd been hunting were smarter than she gave them credit for, and they'd had a bigger nest than she was led to believe. When she'd finally managed to track them down to where they were staying, she was harshly struck from behind only to wake and find she'd been made into part of their food supply as a wicked way of torture due to her being a hunter. As soon as she'd realized what had happened, she couldn't believe she'd been so stupid not to take extra precautions.

She refused to be killed by a vampire, or at least make it easy for them.

She shook her head and used her feet to turn her to the side, pursing her lips as she carefully examined the IV stand directly beside her. The needle was still stuck in her arm, her blood oozing from the hose and dripping into the bag like it was continuously mocking her each day she was trapped there. Haha, you're still feeding them! The woman bitterly narrowed her eyes and skeptically peered around the dimly lit room, making sure that there weren't any vampires around. Then she carefully lifted her leg, attempting to pull the stand over to see if she could use it to escape somehow.

"I see you still believe you'll somehow find a way out."

Birdie lowered her leg and sourly turned her head, scoffing slightly as she noticed the vampires. They were following a blonde woman who had her cold eyes narrowed on Birdie with a small smirk prominent on her red lips. Birdie had originally thought there were only a few vampires in the nest, but she was sorely mistaken. The blonde one appeared to be the leader, the others always following her orders like good little soldiers.

"You won't be so smug when I escape and chop every one of you to bits," Birdie hatefully spat, her anger boiling in her chest. She was greatly weakened and worn from the transfusions that never seemed to end and the beatings, but that wasn't about to deter her attitude towards the monsters standing before her.

She'd kill them even if it was the last thing she did.

"Are you sure about that?" the woman taunted, smugly tilting her head.

Birdie breathed out a strained laugh, mimicking the vampires posture as best as she could. "Very sure."

"Why are we even bothering with this one still? She's a fucking hunter," an older man with jet black hair snapped, eyes flaming with an untamed rage that was bound to blow eventually. "I say we just kill her now and ditch her body somewhere for someone else to find."

Birdie rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. "Better than keeping you fuckers alive another minute longer by feeding you."

"What was that, slut?" the female vampire snarled, eyes darkened and fists tightly clenched at her sides.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food, you blood-sucking piece of——" Birdie's words were put to a forceful stop when the woman hatefully punched Birdie in the face. Her head twisted to the side at the intense force, eyes clenched shut at the pain that shot throughout her entire mouth, the cut on her lip no doubt reopened. She spat out some blood a few seconds later and licked at her lips, lazily turning her head to face the woman, eyes narrowed. "I'll take that as a no then."

"Someone shut her up before I do it myself," a dark-skinned vampire groaned, shaking his head in frustration. His eyes snapped to the blonde, not wavered by her glare. "This has gone on long enough and you know it." He turned on his heel a few seconds later and headed towards the door, ignoring one of the vampires telling him to stay inside.

Birdie watched as the blonde moved to stand in front of her, snarling to show off her razor-sharp fangs as she towered over the hunter. Birdie grimaced, giving the vampire a disgusted look with her head pulled away as far as possible. "God, don't you own a toothbrush?" she grumbled.

The woman growled and grabbed a fistful of Birdie's hair, pushing her head aside to give her full access to the woman's fleshy neck. "I'm gonna enjoy killing you."

Birdie clenched her eyes shut, gritting her teeth together as she prepared to feel the fangs painfully seep into her neck. However, just as the vampire was about to place her lips on Birdie's neck, they heard a booming sound echo from outside.

The vampire slowly lifted her head, looking to Birdie as if the hunter knew what was going on. "Your guess is as good as mine," Birdie snipped out, moving her hands to make her chains rattle for emphasis.

"Jace, go check on Ryan with Marcus," the blonde firmly instructed, not letting go of Birdie.

"That won't be necessary."

Birdie felt her eyes triple in size when she saw Sam and Dean Winchester enter the building from a side door, machetes in hand and drenched with the blood of the vampires who'd been guarding the outside. The vampires instantly launched an attack on the infamous brothers, and Birdie took that as a chance to help. When the blonde vampire shifted, Birdie jumped and forcefully kicked out her legs, knocking the vampire to the ground for a few moments. She frantically looked around for something to free her, but she wasn't about to get out by herself.

"You fucking bitch!" Birdie made a face as the vampire made a stride towards her, moving her head aside once again. She sank her sharp teeth into Birdie's neck, causing the woman to groan in agony as she sucked from the bite mark.

"BIRDIE!"

Sam hastily sprinted over and yanked the vampire from Birdie, slicing her head off with one clean swipe. Birdie's head tiredly lulled to the side, a low moan leaving her lips as blood pooled from the bite marks. Sam hurried over to Birdie while Dean finished off the last vampire, beginning to free the remaining victims while stealing glances towards Birdie as he couldn't tell if she was actually okay or not.

Birdie softly groaned, peeling her eyes open. Her dazed gaze landed on Sam, his hands quickly removing the IV before freeing her. "Oh, hey, Sammy Boy," she softly greeted him.. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Hey, Bird, you're gonna be okay," he quickly assured her. Her arms immediately dropped at her sides once she was freed, her body falling straight into Sam from pure exhaustion. He swiftly caught her in his arms, shooting a wary glance across the room towards Dean as he kneeled on the ground with Birdie nearly limp. The other women could barely walk, but none of them appeared to be as drained as Birdie. "Dean, she——"

"Police are on their way," he interrupted, rushing over to check on Birdie after he'd given one of the vamps phones to one of the fearful girls to call the police. They would've tried to clean up their mess themselves, but with the shape that Birdie was in, there was no time. "We gotta get her to a hospital."

Sam hoisted the woman into his arms with ease, letting out a shaky breath. "Hey, Bird, you gotta stay awake," he said, noticing how her eyes kept wanting to close as they hurried out of the room. "Alright? Just keep your eyes open for me."

Birdie could feel herself being carried away, but there was only one thing on her mind at the moment. "My shit!" she frantically breathed out, eyes growing wide with realization as she peered up towards Sam. "Those assholes took it. I. . .can't leave without it. . ."

Dean shook his head as Sam continued to carry Birdie outside and towards the Impala. Dean grumbled under his breath but quickly turned around to retrieve Birdie's belongings. Sam rushed towards the car, yanking open the back door and sliding inside with Birdie carefully placed in his lap. Dean came rushing out with a duffle bag lazily tossed over his shoulder a few moments later, slipping into the front of the Impala. He stole a look towards Birdie, his heart sinking when seeing how pale her skin was. He didn't waste another moment and started the car, firmly pressing his foot on the gas.

"Talk to us, Bird," Dean loudly said.

"What about, Dean?" Birdie murmured. "Wanna know how those things in there. . .treated me worse just because I'm a hunter? Or, maybe how——wait. . .when did you two get here?"

"A few hours ago," Sam answered, letting out a faint laugh at how it was just now registering to Birdie that they were really there; she hadn't told them where she was or what kind of case she was working. So, how did they know? "You didn't check in and weren't answering your phone, so, we came to look for you."

Birdied breathed out a pained laugh, cradling her bruised ribs. Sam frowned at her expression. "Kinda hard. . .when vamps are. . .draining the life outta you," she said.

She fell silent, making both of the brothers feel another rush of panic. "Birdie, hey, c'mon," Sam encouraged, adjusting her so she was resting in his lap, head in the crook of his elbow and facing up at him. She deeply frowned at the movement, glaring up at him. "Keep talking, Bird."

"About what?" Birdie huffed. "Oh, I know——Dean, who's Lisa?"

"That's for a later time," Dean snapped, huffing as Sam snickered under his breath. How did she even know about the woman? She'd probably pester him about it later, but it wasn't what he wanted to use to keep Birdie talk. It could've been anything else. "Think of something else."

Sam peered down at Birdie when she didn't respond to Dean, eyes widening when seeing her eyes were closed. "Birdie?" Complete silence. "Birdie, don't do this."

"She got a pulse?" Dean asked, unable to prevent his panic from seeping into his words.

Sam placed a gentle hand on the woman's neck, just barely relieved when he felt a pulse; it was faint, but it was there. "Barely."

That was all it took to encourage Dean.

Birdie Fowler wasn't about to die——not on their watch.

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Birdie was not enthused when she woke up and found not one but two needles now stuck in her arms.

"What the hell do you mean we can't see her?" Dean demanded to know, brows knitted together in aggravation. The doctor in front of him and Sam heavily sighed, adjusting his round glasses. "Five minutes ago you said we could see her once you were done checkin' on her!"

"Well, she, uh, we believe she's a little unstable and we'd like to s——"

"Not a chance," Dean immediately denied, firmly shaking his head at what the doctor was going to suggest.

"What exactly did she do, Doctor?" Sam curiously questioned, brows furrowed together in confusion.

"She attempted to remove the IVs herself when she woke up and proceeded to harm the nurses who attempted to calm her down."

Sam let out a sigh as well, trying to refrain from faintly smiling. "Just let us talk to her. We can calm her down."

The doctor didn't seem too keen on the idea, but they'd been the ones to bring her in claiming she was their friend (which he made a note to mention to the authorities when they came in later after what shape Birdie had been in). But, if it meant he wouldn't have to deal with her for now, then he figured it was worth a shot.

"Fine," the doctor reluctantly agreed, "But she needs to stay for at least three more nights. She lost quite a bit of blood and is still dehydrated. She can't do anything strenuous for a few weeks at the least."

"Thanks, Doc," Dean said, giving him a fake smile. The doctor forced a nod and shuffled around the brothers to go visit another patient. Dean ran a hand along his jaw, sharing a look with Sam. "You don't think she'll hurt us, do you?"

Sam simply rolled his eyes and headed down the hall towards Birdie's room. Dean muttered under his breath and trailed after his younger brother, the two pausing outside the door to peek into the room.

A square bandage was tightly secured on the side of Birdie's neck from the "wild animal" bite, two IV's in her arms to provide her with the fluids she was still missing. Her bruised face had been wiped clean of the dirt and blood. Her tattered clothes were in a bag near the door while she wore a flimsy hospital gown that made her skin crawl with disgust.

Birdie's eyes instantly snapped toward the door as she bit into a banana when she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye, face falling and her head tilting aside. She lifted her hand and motioned for the brothers to come in. The door opened and they stepped inside, timid smiles on their faces.

"Well, if it isn't my knights in shining armor," she beamed, a cheeky grin pulled on her lips.

"How you feelin', Bird?" Sam wondered, taking a seat in the chair beside the bed. Dean opted to stand on the other side of the bed, eyeing the small slice of pie Birdie had been brought with the rest of her lunch.

Birdie took another bite of the banana, nonchalantly shrugging as she munched on the food. "Like I was drained and then bit by a vamp," she answered.

"We're glad you're okay," Dean told her. "You gave us quite a scare on the way here."

"I needed a nap. What can I say?" she replied with a light chuckle.

"And how was that nap?" Sam teased with a raised brow.

Birdie met his gaze as she took another bite of her banana. "The best I ever had." Dean cleared his throat to try and stifle a laugh as Sams lips parted, his gaze falling back on the pie——he would've sworn it was calling his name. Birdie noticed his loving gaze, rolling her eyes along with Sam who'd noticed as well. "Dean, just take it already. It's the least I could do for you after you two saved my ass——again."

Dean didn't need to be told twice.

With his eyes lit up like a child on Christmas day, he snatched up the pie and the fork. Sam grimaced as his brother crammed a large piece into his mouth, closing his eyes as he savored the surprisingly sweet taste.

Birdie just giggled and looked at Sam. "So, how's it feel being back?"

Sam frowned, brows furrowed together. "What do you mean?" he asked.

Birdie scoffed, swallowing a bite of food. "Sam, I've known Bobby longer than you two doofus' have——he tells me things." Dean took a pause from devouring the pie to share a silent look with Sam. "It's not every day someone tells you one of your closest friends was murdered and then brought back because another close friend sold his soul. And, I figured since we were too busy trying to keep the Gates of Hell from opening the last time we saw each other, I didn't exactly get to ask either of you about it. And, well, I didn't think doing it over the phone or texting you about it was the best way to go about it."

Dean heavily sighed, shaking his head. "Bird, if you're gonna try and——"

"Dean, I would have done the same thing if I'd been in your place," Birdie softly said, looking to the older man. Sam's eyes slightly widened at the womans statement——she was seriously okay with Dean selling his soul in order for him to be brought back? "But. . .there is something Bobby wouldn't tell me about this whole shit show. You two wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

Sam heavily sighed, shifting to rest his elbows on his knees. Dean wiped at his lips with the sleeve of his jacket and set the empty plate on the tray table in front of Birdie. "A year," Dean muttered, eyes flickering to his boots as if to avoid looking at Birdie.

Birdie sharply narrowed her eyes, tilting her head towards Dean. "I'm sorry, I thought I just heard you say a year."

"He did," Sam said.

Birdies eyes widened, gaze snapping to Dean again. She waited for him to say something———that it was a joke, that he had more time—anything else.

Yet, he remained silent.

"You only have a year?" she asked in a whisper.

"Yep, so, I'm gonna make the most of it while I still can," Dean firmly said, an underlying tone etched in his voice like he didn't wanna fight on the topic. Birdie did not doubt that he and Sam had been going back and forth about it ever since he came back.

Birdie puffed out her cheeks, tossing the remainder of her banana on the tray in front of her. She'd lost her appetite. "Okay, but you have at least tried to figure a way out of it, right?" There was another exchange of glances between the brothers. Birdie groaned, glaring at them. "Goddammit, I've always hated it when you two did that. Just tell me the truth."

"I do anything to try and get out of the deal, Sam's dead," Dean answered, his jaw tightened.

Birdie twisted her lips. "Okay, but what if I——"

"Nope, don't even think about it," Dean firmly interrupted, pointing a finger at the woman. He knew her well enough to know where she was gonna go with her response. "Sam'll die if we try anything."

"Yeah, but we can't lose you either," Birdie said, sadness in her eyes at the mere thought of losing Dean. She'd lost Sam once and that alone had broken her heart——she didn't want to lose another Winchester just as fast.

Dean bitterly huffed, looking between Sam and Birdie. "You guys are really depressin', you know that?"

"What the hell did I do?" Sam asked with a scoff of offense.

Birdie rolled her eyes as the brothers started to bicker, leaving her to simply watch and listen as she'd done multiple times over the years. She shook her head and glanced towards the window off to the side near Sam, seeing raindrops gliding the glass with ease. Faint thunder rumbled in the clouds, a storm making its way towards the three hunters. She gingerly touched at the bandage on her neck, making a face.

"That wouldn't——"

"Okay, I'm ready to leave," Birdie casually announced, going to move from the bed.

"Hey, woah," Dean interjected, moving to hold his hands out to prevent the woman from climbing out of the bed.

"You said it yourself, Dean," Birdie huffed as she paused when he put his hands in front of her, "You wanna make the most of your last year on Earth, and I'll be damned if I have to waste another minute in this shithole while your death day gets closer and closer."

"The doctor said——"

"Fuck that damn doctor," Birdie snapped, glaring at Sam. "He has no idea what he's doing here."

"But Birdie, you can't——"

"I know my limits, boys," she said with a scoff when both of them tried convincing her to stay, "And hey, if you're both really that worried about my well-being, maybe you two should let me accompany you until I'm feeling better."

Dean made a face. "You want us to babysit you?"

"Do I look like I need a fucking babysitter, Dean?"

Dean simply looked at the hospital gown Birdie wore and then back to her hardened face. She still didn't appear to be that healthy, though, she had slightly gained her color back after getting the attention she required (and received blood from transfusions——some of which had come from Dean). If they found a case, Birdie would certainly want to be a part of it.

"Honestly?" Birdie just narrowed her eyes at the tone in Deans voice and the look he was shooting her. "Fine, but only if you promise to sit out on the fighting and stick to research if we get a case."

Birdie grimaced as if that was the grossest thing she'd ever heard. Sam breathed out a laugh at her expression, his eyes softening slightly as he stared at her. With an annoyed grumble, Birdie caved. "Fine, I promise," she muttered, pushing the thin blanket away from her body. "So, let's get the hell out of here and get this show on the road. Besides, the police have probably heard about this and will wanna question me about what the hell happened and how my two friends just so happened to find me."

Dean winced, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, alright."

"Point taken," Sam said, standing up and tucking his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

Birdie triumphantly grinned, eyes sparkling with a newfound rush of excitement.

She was finally back with the boys.

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HERE IS CHAPTER ONE Y'ALL!! 🥳 I've had this done for a while, but I'm trying to pre-write as many chapters as I can so updates won't be so random and they can be somewhat on a schedule?? We'll just have to see tho lmao.

Now, with that being said, I do wanna say that although this story will follow quite a few episodes, there will also be ones that aren't included or may be altered. All of this is to fit the story + the characters better! I know mentally I can't write every episode, and some of them don't really require Birdie to be involved or will add much to this story, so, please don't be mad if I don't include certain episodes or I change things around. And, as this is just the start, things won't pick up for a bit, but I promise it'll get more interesting as Birdie will call characters out for their bullshit and protect those she loves (which I'm super excited to show 😌) She can be a bit odd and rather reckless, but she does have developing to do just as the other characters do!!

Anyways, please don't forget to leave your feedback in the comments and I hope y'all enjoyed!