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Post by Chevrolet Winchester on Sept 20, 2010 13:13:02 GMT -5
This was honestly just starting to get silly. Chey swore to god the next time her dad went off half cocked and her mom rang her in tears she was going to do something about it, so when Chey’s not-date was interrupted by a teary phone call from her momma, Chey lost it just a bit. For six long months now she put up with the fighting and the fall out and the friction and yes she knew her brothers were going through something major but so was she and they didn’t even care to know. While Chey loved her brothers completely and she worried about them every single day. Even if Ben didn’t want her to she’d ring every now and then or her mom would force him to swing by the house no matter how much he clearly didn’t want to. As for Ryder, well could you say slightly OCD? Her computer was a mess with files. She had a tap in his phone so she could tune into it when she wanted to, not that he used it often. She always knew where he was living and where he was working. She had a watch on every name he could possibly use to see if it popped up anywhere. She liked to think Ryder wouldn’t be able to sneeze without her knowing about it but honestly? Lately she’d slacked.
As Chey walked into the house she’d found her mother in the living room, looking through her dad’s stuff and trying to work out where he could possibly be this time. She’d been married to a hunter for twenty five years but it apparently wasn’t getting any easier for Lisa to watch Dean disappear into the night. That being said, Chey and Lisa both knew that he wasn’t exactly in the best frame of mind right now. Ben’s problem was that he doted on his dad. Dean said jump and Ben jumped as high as he could and then asked if Dean wanted him to jump higher, at least that was how Chey saw it. Ben took what their dad said on trust and never questioned him. But Chey pulled her phone out of her pocket as she walked up the stairs to run her mother a bath and she sent her eldest brother a text message. Short, simple and secretive enough that it might just freak him into coming.
“SOS. Need you at the house ASAP.”
It might have been slightly cruel because Chey knew it’d cause her brother to worry but well, that was the idea. If she said “Dad’s gone again and Moms upset” he’d have probably told her he was busy or that it was fine or some other half cut and lame excuse. She got her momma sorted out and cleared away her dad’s stuff, brewing a new pot of coffee and setting herself down in the kitchen with her laptop and started trying to see if she could work out where her dad was. Well that’s what she was officially doing, she was also sat there texting her guy. There was something about the way her phone beeped that, knowing it was him, she couldn’t help but smile before she even read what was said.
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Post by Ben Isaac Winchester on Oct 2, 2010 0:02:22 GMT -5
Ah, the feel of the wind in one’s face and the sounds of ACDC blasting through one’s speakers. Was there anything better than this? There he was, flying down a deserted back road, with no cops to tell him how fast he should be going; nobody around but the bugs smooshed on his windshield. It was liberating, freaking AWESOME…
Which was exactly why his damn phone had to go off, right in the middle of a particularly nice guitar solo. Damn, he knew he should have turned the thing off when he’d gotten in the Impala, but no, he kept on thinking that he’d get a call from his Dad about a job.
A martyred sigh escaped him as he moved around in his seat, digging in his pockets for the battered Razor. Flipping open the cover, he squinted at the text on the screen, slowing the muscle car down until the engine was releasing only the barest of purrs. Was that Chey’s number? Hell yeah, he wanted to read the text! A bit too eagerly, he pressed the ‘read’ button, a bit embarrassed at how his chest practically tightened at the brief contact.
Okay, so call him a freaking sob story in the making, but he missed his sister. Ever since the girl had gone off to college, she’d become distant from him; non-communicative, really. It was as if she were pissed off that he’d sided with their mom on the ‘must go to college’ argument. Did she resent the fact that she hadn’t been introduced into the life like her brothers had? Was she angry at the fact that it all seemed a bit chauvinistic?
…Or was she as angry at him for what happened with Ryder, as the man was himself? Ben practically cringed as the thought raced through his mind, causing his teeth to clench and his stomach to roil. Just one little thought about his little brother always had him grinding his teeth and resisting the urge to punch a wall. One fucking mistake…one little lack of emotion- or was it too much?- had cost Ryder his girlfriend’s life, and it had been all his damn fault. Then Chey had stopped talking to him, preferring to spend most of her time tracking Ryder in an attempt to chat him up, over her eldest brother.
Nah, he wasn’t in the least bit jealous or guilty! GAH, he really needed a beer.
He frowned at the brief message, fingers tightening slightly over the phone when he read the SOS. Was something going down at the house? His mind began to whirl at all the nasty possibilities, and with a delighted squeal, the Impala was once again souring down the road. Only, this time, the destination was toward Lawrence, rather than the closest hole in the wall.
A few hours later, he screeched to a halt in the family drive, practically leaping out the door. All that time behind the wheel had had his brain cooking up all kinds of scenarios, and if Chey and his mom weren’t lying on the floor dying, he was going to be all kinds of pissed off.
…Kind of like Mom was going to be, after he left a boot print on the front door. Charging into the house, he scanned the foyer as if expecting something to fly out at him.
“Mom, Chey?” He called out. “Where are you guys?”
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Post by Chevrolet Winchester on Oct 4, 2010 17:15:05 GMT -5
In the short hours Chey had been waiting to see if her brother did in fact turn up at the family house, Chey had got so much done. She’d sorted her Mom out, trying to calm her and getting her into bed. It was hard watching your own mother curl up in your arms and watching her fight back the tears as she falls to sleep on you, it’s a heart breaking situation to be in. Chey had let her momma rest in her arms for a little while before wriggling herself away and heading to sneak into her jammies. Purple flannel pyjamas with a sheep pattern clearly looked super sexy right?? Eh she didn’t care. Did she have to look good to sit on her own in the living room and HOPE that eventually her brother might turn up? She voted no on that one. She pulled her white slipper boots on and headed down the stairs. She seemed to do things to keep herself busy. She’d cleaned the entire kitchen, baked pie, brewed coffee and even found out where her dad was heading. Not that she could do anything.
Chey’s hands needed to keep themselves busy but she didn’t quite know what to do with herself, so instead she decided to do the one thing Chey wasn’t good at…. Watch a horror movie. What ever possessed her to settle up on her own in the living room, turn off the lights and turn the grudge on?? For someone who was practically raised in a horror movie, Chey was unusually scared of the damned things. She had her cup of coffee beside her and had slowly found herself curling further into the corner of the couch. Her eyes were wide and they practically glowed with fear in the dark room. She’d pulled her knee’s up to her chest, her chin resting on her knee’s and her teeth taking a tight grip of the top of her thumb as the poor girl watched in fear. How could the same girl that had sex with cuddly vampires in Buffy star in something so freakin’ scary??? Then came the last thing Chey needed. A mighty loud boom coming from the front of the house. Everything shook slightly and Chey screamed like a big girl.
The sound of Chey’s front door being kicked in had quickly been followed by the sound of her eldest brother screaming through the house. Oppsie!!!! Chey moved to her feet, switching on the living room light on and rushing to doorway to hear her Mother calling from upstairs. She placed her fingers to her lips and looked towards Ben as she shouted back to her Momma’s concerns. “ITS OKAY MOMMA, IT’S BASTIAN!!! I FREAKED OUT AT A FILM AND HE THOUGHT I WAS BEING ATTACKED… EVERYTHING’S FINE! GO BACK TO BED!” Her mom shouted a hello to Bastian who wasn’t actually there and headed back to bed. Chey looked at Ben with her best ‘you know you love me’ smile. “Hey Bro… I… thought it was time we caught up?” He was gonna killlllll her.
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Post by Ben Isaac Winchester on Oct 9, 2010 23:09:36 GMT -5
Ben’s heart was pounding so hard, he was certain that it was about to burst right out of his chest and fall in a faint at his feet. Where was everyone? He felt that first wave of fear as his eyes scanned the foyer. Why was he expecting blood? Caution tape? SOMETHING remarkable for some kind of epic disaster? Maybe Chey was just playing a prank on him, or something…but the urgency in her voice had been so damn real.
Lord knew that hearing from his sister was a rare thing of late. He was growing farther and farther away from his family; his greatest fear come true. Once she’d been shipped off to college, it had been bye-bye friendly sibling text messages, and hello one word hello and goodbye’s for the holiday times. What had changed so much, that his little sister wouldn’t talk to him? It was that thing- ‘thing…’ ha, as if it were that easy- with Ryder, he just knew it. She blamed him, just as Ryder did—
Chey’s face suddenly appeared in the foyer, and Ben remembered to breathe. Confusion crossed over his face, as he repeated the word ‘Bastian.’ Then, as she continued to speak, all emotion quickly fled from his face.
Leaving only anger there. Ah, yes, his little sister. Why had he been so upset about her not speaking to him again? Oh, how he missed those quiet days!
“Caught up?!” He sputtered, doing his best to keep from screaming. If Chey had just called him Bastian to their mother, she was either drunk or trying to get Mama to get some rest upstairs. He was really hoping that it was the second option there, because if she tried to make out with him…
Giving his head an irritated shake, he focused on the matter at hand. “What the hell is wrong with you, Chevrolet?! That message you left me scared the CRAP outta me! I thought you guys were dying, or someone was losing a goddamn body part! And you want to…GAH, GET OVER HERE!”
With a unhappy snarl, he lunged for her, boots skidding on the hall tile as he snatched at thin air. Damn twerp was still quick on her feet as ever…
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Post by Chevrolet Winchester on Oct 11, 2010 17:24:27 GMT -5
Well hell, Chey was sure if looks could kill, her big brother would have already killed her and resurrected her just to kill her again. He looked so mad. Chey couldn’t even remember the last time she saw him that mad. Though that was a cop off because she couldn’t remember the last time she saw him. Not really. Little Chevy just stood there as he spoke, her chin pressed against her collar bone, a little pout on her lips and her eyes looking up at him underneath her lashes. The exact look she used often as a child but which very rarely worked, especially on her biggest brother. And right now it didn’t seem to be helping at all. He’d even called her Chevrolet, and not in the ‘I’m saying it to annoy you’ way, in the ‘you’re in trouble now’ way. But now how wrong was it that the fact her text scared the crap out of him. It meant he cared. He cared enough to come running.
As Ben lunged at her, Chey literally meeped and ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. She disappeared from the door way and into the living room and looked around for somewhere to run. For someone so little, Chey really did know how to move quickly. It was a skill the littlest Winchester had to learn early having two brothers that tortured her. What else can you do when you have two boys intent on tickling you until you pee yourself? Looking around the room the only thing she could see was the couch and so, thinking that somehow that might be a good idea (way to go Chey!) placed one foot on the arm of it and lifted herself up, darting across the back of it. God bless her 10 years of ballet lessons. She had the balance of a ninja. Okay maybe not a ninja. But she had good balance.
Everything else escaped Chey’s brain as she continued to squeek and try to dodge her brother. Of course her ‘genius’ plan left her just running across the couch with no where else to go. Fail. So Chey was stuck there in her purple lamby jammie goodness with her fuzzy boots and her hair all pushed up and messy, waiting to die. Well die, get beaten up.. She didn’t know what was coming to her but she was scared of what Ben was going to throw at her. But in its own special way, this made her so happy. It was like being young again. This was how they were as children. This was the closest they’d come to normal in over a year. It was common to be said they hadn’t been normal since ‘Ryder’ but Chey knew it started way before that. Their family hadn’t been normal since the day she found out she was pregnant.
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Post by Ben Isaac Winchester on Oct 25, 2010 19:00:35 GMT -5
“You know,” Ben puffed a few minutes later, obviously a bit winded from jumping over couches, dodging around coffee tables and tossing his sister in the air a couple times with the threat of a good tickling. “I think I can actually say that I’m getting too old for this without cringing. Seriously, Chey…you don’t have to leave me cryptic messages if you need me to come home and throttle you…”
He’d managed to catch her, after some major dodging and just a few awkward stretches that his lower half would be feeling in a couple hours, and anger had quickly turned into amusement. The sounds she made, so reminiscent of the little girl who’d had him wrapped around her little finger, had easily had him forgetting why he’d wanted to kick the crap out of her. Man, it just wasn’t fair; the completely power his siblings had over him. With just one little moue of unhappiness, or even the slightest giggle, and he was putty at their feet.
…Not that he’d ever expect his brother to simper or giggle, but the fact still held. Gah, then again, he definitely wasn’t going to go down THAT mental road, if he wanted to hang onto his good mood.
Plopping down onto the couch next to where he’d dropped her, Ben let his head flop back onto the headrest. For a minute, he allowed himself to make a show of huffing and puffing, while staring at the slightly cracked ceiling. God, he was still in his prime, but the fear of joining the ever-hated 4-0 Club was always in the back of his mind. Was it wrong to actually be terrified of growing old? Hell, his dad could be considered ‘old,’ but that never stopped him from zooming around the States, kicking the crap out of the monsters.
And yet, there he was, ready to whine about the fact his knee popped in the wrong direction as he was lifting his baby sister. Good Lord, he was King of the Pansies.
With a little grumble and a sigh, he lost about half of that previously happy mood. Oh joy; now he got to ask the one hundred dollar question, didn’t he? He turned his head to look down at Chey, raising a brow as he mentally girded his loins…well, mentally and physically, that is. If he managed to word his question in the wrong way, he knew exactly where his sister’s little foot would be headed.
“Spill it, squirt,” He play-growled, putting a dramatic scowl onto his face. “What the hell was up with that message? You scared the crap out of me.”
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Post by Chevrolet Winchester on Nov 6, 2010 18:58:36 GMT -5
Being around her brothers seriously brought out the eight year old in young Winchester and Ben especially knew how to put the baby back in baby sister. Chey was absolutely amazed that in all the commotion she hadn't woken her mother again. She giggled and screamed as Ben, what could only be described as, toyed with her. But if nothing else, she could not help but giggle as he admitted he was too old for this. "Well I didn't want to say it Benny..." Hell she knew her brother wasn't old. She didn't even quite understand by he seemed to believe himself so old. Her their own father whined less than Ben did and while, blood wise, he wasn't Ben's real father, he was still old enough to be. That being said, Dean never once acted like Ben wasn't his. Never treated him any different. Chey didn't know her dad wasn't her brothers birth father until she was thirteen years old and even then she found out by accident. There was absolutely nothing that made their relationship different to the relationship Dean had with Ryder and Chey.
Chey was flopped into the couch, letting out small infectious giggles every now and then. Then as Ben flopped down beside her, her eyes turned to look at him. Really, her big brothers were everything to her. Ben just as much as Ryder, even if he sometimes didn't see that. The thing Chey was scared of most was her brothers finding out she was keeping secrets from them. She couldn't lie to them, she'd never been good at it. Ryder always saw right through her and Ben? Well she just could never bring herself to lie to him. In fact when she tried as a kid she'd just start crying in front of her eldest sibling. If that wasn't a give away she didn't know what was. That was why her secret had been a secret so long. Why there was such a major lack of communication between the youngest and eldest Winchester. She was too scared of him finding out and going mental at her but more scared of him finding out she didn't tell him.
Ben had looked down at her and her deep green eyes looked back up at him, her lashes fluttering at the way a toddlers would as their parents were about to tell them off, their eyes begging them not to shout. After his first words, he growled playfully and let this over the top look spread across is features. That was the first indication to Chey she wasn't in trouble. Then he asked about the message. "I figured if I just said I was upset and I needed you, that you wouldn't come." She let out a small sigh and her eyes unlocked from her big brothers, looking down into her lap. "I... I'm struggling Benny... I'm trying to keep everything together... Trying to stop Dad from killing himself. Trying to stop Mom from breaking down. I can't do it any more." [/blockquote] |
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Post by Ben Isaac Winchester on Nov 7, 2010 10:55:08 GMT -5
Even though his initial instinct had been to throttle his sister until she begged for mercy, Ben couldn’t help but grin at the screams of mirth that tore through the living room. God, how he missed this; hearing his sister laugh and knowing that his family was close and safe. He couldn’t describe it; the utter peace that flowed into him every time he set foot in the house. For the longest time, he’d thought that he was slowly losing them to anger, to the lies he constantly fed his mother about his activities out in the world. Then there was the guilt and shame associated with Ryder, and the sadness of knowing that he’d done something to stop his sister from talking to him…
Viciously, Ben shoved the thoughts out of his mind, instead focusing on the panting woman at his left. She was half hanging off the couch and giggling every ten seconds while she fought to catch her breath, and she looked so much like that ten year old Chey who used to torment him for ha-ha’s that he couldn’t help but laugh along with her.
Ah, the innocent years. How he missed them like crazy, nowadays.
A frown immediately pulled at his lips as he listened to her explanation. God, was he that much of a crappy older brother, that she would think he wouldn’t come when she needed him? Guilt tore through him for the umpteenth time that week, and he couldn’t help but bring his knuckles up to rub at the ache in the center of his chest. Dammit, he really was losing them, slow as it was.
“Chey, why would you ever think that I wouldn’t come home if you needed me?” He asked, brows pulled down in a severe show of confusion. Reaching out, he closed one big hand around hers, then ducked his head in an attempt to catch her eyes again.
“As for Mom and Dad…it can’t be that bad, squirt. Dad’s been taking less hunts as he’s getting older, and Mom’s always understood the life, y’know? He knows to call me if he’s ever in a tight spot, and I was under the impression that he hasn’t come home hurt in almost six months now. A record for the old man, heh?”
Playfully, he gave her belly a poke, obviously trying to lighten up the conversation, before his little sister started crying. If there was one thing that he couldn’t stand, it was to see a woman- Chey especially- start sniffling.
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Post by Chevrolet Winchester on Nov 23, 2010 12:19:10 GMT -5
It was times like this, when her big brother was trying to comfort her, Chey realized how much she liked being little. She liked being the baby. She liked the fact that one of her brothers hands was completely enough to cover her own. Ben’s head ducked towards her and those big green eyes of hers looked up to meet his. This shy smile spread across her face, her cheeks almost dimpling under the pressure. All she’d been able to do was shrug at his first question about why she didn’t think he would come home but lock her eyes on Ben as he continued to speak. She loved him so much for trying to help. Trying to comfort her. The poke in her belly was what hit Chey more than anything though. She’d actually giggled for a moment. Giggled. Forgot everything and allowed herself to feel normal. But she wasn’t. Nothing was normal. Nothing was even remotely normal and she couldn’t help but feel like Ben should know that. That she shouldn’t be the only one witness what was left of her family break down. Her body pulled back away from her and the giggles stopped. Everything Chey had been through, everything that was destroying her, just ran through her head. “It’s that bad Ben. Dad was taking less hunts.. Until recently. He’s like a man on a death mission. The fact he hasn’t come home injured is a miracle but we would barely know if he did because he’d barely here before he’s gone again. Mom and Dad don’t talk. At best they’ll scream at each other. Scrap that.. The best is when they’re ignoring each other.”
Lifting herself off the couch, Chey sighed. “Its unbearable living here Ben. I can’t walk past Ryder’s bedroom without crying. The last couple of years have sucked. We all used to be so close that I cant deal with everything being so broken. I just can’t. I’ve been through too much. I was away for far too long. I missed my chance.” Tears started to slide over Chey’s cheeks. She might not even have been making any sense. If anyone could rant in this family it was Chey. She was tired and she was completely emotionally drained. “I can’t make everything okay!! There’s nothing I can do!” [/blockquote] |
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Post by Ben Isaac Winchester on Dec 13, 2010 21:09:33 GMT -5
Ah man, now THIS was the sister he remembered. Ben couldn’t help a wide smile from tilting up his lips, as Chey grinned and giggled. There were no worry lines around her eyes in this moment, or fear lurking around in her every movement. She was the carefree baby sister that he remembered; that pig tailed little kid who’d follow him and Ryder around like a little duckling. He bit back a laugh as he remembered those younger days; back to days full of pranks and banter. Damn, but he missed being that age, that innocent. Some kids wanted to grow up too fast, he thought with a little sigh.
Him? Damn, he wanted to go back to being thirteen years old, looking at baby Ryder for the first time.
Well…maybe thirteen and minus the chicken-legs and pimples, but young just the same.
And, just like that, whatever companionable happiness that had taken over the room was replaced by that ever-present sense of distress. Damn, but he hated to see his sister like this, and without thinking, Ben plopped himself next to Chey and pulled her up, tucking her beneath one arm. The sight and sound of a crying woman always made him twitch, but he managed to get a hold of himself as he awkwardly rubbed a hand along his sister’s shoulder.
”Aw, don’t cry, Chey,” He said, fidgeting a bit. ”Mom and Dad…they always have their ups and downs; they always have, and they always will. Dad’s getting on in years, and this’ probably his last hoorah. I dunno if you’ve noticed, but the man can hardly bend over without cracking ever joint in his body. He’s gonna see that it’s time to settle down and soon; you’ll see. Ma…she’ll see, too.”
Having been privy to many such arguments when he was younger, Ben could understand where Chey was coming from. But, after having gone out on his own for so long, leaving her in the house alone with the parents…well, he could guess how upset she was. Patting her shoulder again, he used the hem of his shirt to blot at her eyes.
When the conversation turned to Ryder, he immediately stiffened against her. Guilt, anger and pain tore through him, and he bit his tongue to keep from letting it show in his voice. ”Ryder just needs space. Just like Dad, he’s gonna be back and things will get better. You gotta understand, Chey…things change. They probably won’t ever go back to what they were when we were kids, but they’ll get better. You just gotta hang in there.”
The words flew out of his mouth before he could stop himself. ”And…well, if you want to get away, you could come on the road with me for a few weeks, maybe. If you’re good with school and all.”
…Crap.
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