Chapter 5: grandparents part 1

disclaimer: i do not own supernatural and their characters. some of the lines from the show have been used in this chapter and all the credit for that goes to the writers of supernatural. i own viola ebony baker/Winchester.

author's note: thank you guys for sticking around and following and favoriting my story, please leave me a review, tell me what you think. i would love to know. this is a 2 part chapter, i had to break it off, in the end, it was getting too long and i was falling a little behind on finishing that segment so sorry about that.

The three of them had piled into the impala so they could go get dinner, dean was driving, Sam was shotgun and viola was in the backseat. Viola was wearing ankle socks, a plain black t-shirt and faded sky blue jeans that ended at her ankles when she got zapped to the car by Castiel, dean noticed this and wordlessly handed her a pair of his combat boots and one of his zip up hoodies that he rarely ever used and told her that they could stop by a store later to get her a new wardrobe, her eyes lit up at that, dean noticed this

"You love shopping don't you?" he asked her in a stark tone. She blushed at him.

"I do actually, but I promise I won't take too long" she said blasting puppy dog eyes at him. Man she looks just like Sammy, dean thought. At the thought of Sammy, dean looked up at Sam with a mischievous grin, but before he could stick Sam with shopping duty

"Not it!" Sam declared, but dean just lifted his fist and placed it on the palm of his other hand, Sam gave dean his bitch face and imitated him,

"Dammit!" dean scowled.

"Always with the scissors" Sam and viola said in tandem, they looked up at each other and burst out laughing. Dean however was not pleased, he got stuck with shopping duty and he was a little jealous that viola knew so much about him and he didn't know a damn thing about her, he cursed chuck for a minute before they walked out the door of the motel room.

Dean was blasting songs by guns and roses on the radio when they pulled out of the motel's parking lot. Sam lowered the volume

"Why don't we listen to something else for once?" Sam asked glancing back at viola, viola noticed this but dean didn't seem to pick up on it.

"House rules Sammy… driver picks the music shotgun shuts his cake hole" Dean said, Sam just rolled his eyes at dean

"It's ok" viola said patting Sam on the shoulder, "I know he likes Metallica and I don't mind it" she said with a smile. Dean looked at her through the rearview mirror and his jealousy just grew, by the time they reached the diner dean was full on pouting like a 5 year old. Viola noticed this and so did Sam

"Okay, what's wrong?" Sam asked

"It's not fair" dean grumbled now even sounding like a five year old, in a low voice so only Sam could hear

"What's not fair?" Sam whispered back

"She knows so much about me, us, from those darn books" dean croaked. Viola had heard their poor attempt at a hushed conversation; she just chuckled at his small tantrum

"Who's up for a game of 21 questions?" she asked, both of them turned to look at her like she had grown another head, viola ignored their look of surprise and continued

"we'll switch it up a little… you guys can ask me as many questions as you like and I will answer them first and then you guys have to answer them too" she said beaming a smile at them.

"Why do we have to answer them?" they asked in tandem

"Because this isn't an interrogation, which would just be weird" she said

"Fair enough" dean said as he took his seat at one of the booths, Sam sat beside dean and viola was opposite them, dean seemed to have cheered up a little after that. Immediately dean got down to business, he didn't even bother with looking at the menu, or the waitress who had handed them out. They didn't notice the questionable look she gave viola. Viola was wearing a grey zip up hoodie over her clothes that was way too big for her, if zipped up it would become a dress, it reached her knees and the sleeves were long and bulky for a 12 year old.

Sam and dean bombarded her with questions and they had their own rapid fire like they did on talk shows, in that time the boys learned a lot about viola, like her

Favorite color (navy blue),

Favorite music (pop and country; dean scoffed at that before declaring "zeppelin rules"),

Favorite band (it's a long list; the carpenters, Abba, eagles, backstreet boys, one direction, bangles, little mix; this surprised both boys, her taste in music ranged from the 60's to the present),

Favorite song (country roads, by john dever; once dean jumped on the music train he went all out), favorite singer (don't have one),

Favorite food (mac and cheese),

Hobbies ("I play the guitar; although I haven't been to classes after mom died" was her response), sports (she was a part of the school track team, and played badminton too for fun),

Aspirations (become an editor at a publishing house or a programmer "I am great with a computer as well, haven't decided yet"),

Birthday( December 20th 1999)

Do you have a middle name? (Its ebony, Sam knew, he did the research but dean didn't),

They asked about her friends and school. She had a group of 6 people she considered friends in school and two best friends named Cathy and Adam.

They steered clear of serious topics like her mom and family, Sam didn't know how to ask her about them or how she would react to it and dean just didn't want to have any more chick-flick moments than he already had that evening and they did have quite a few. They didn't know how they would answer those questions either so they just let it be for another time. In that time they learnt a lot about each other, viola was very observant, she picked up on all their subtle motions and behavior, like their speech pattern and how their mouth moved while they chewed their food and their expressions when they were confused or amused, it was an odd thing to do but that was what she did when she met new people, study them and make a catalogue of their characteristics in her brain. She had one for her mother too, she knew how her mother would react in almost any situation because she had studied her reactions for 12 years now, but she had a long way to go if she was going to figure out Sam and dean, they got thrown a new situation every day after all. They retired to the motel room after dinner and Sam and dean took the beds while viola took the pull out couch, upon her own insistence.

Viola was awake by 6:00 A.M, the boys were still asleep, she sat on the couch thinking for a while, her mind was racing with thoughts, she had no idea where she was right now, she didn't bother to ask them last night, she thought about everything that went on in the past 3 days of her life, she found her dad, they were attacked by demons, she met an angel, she lost her step-dad and now she was on her way to god knows where with her dad and uncle and they were going to raise her. She had a whole mental conversation with her conscience.

(note: the text in 'italics' is her conscience only in this segment of the chapter)

Why did I leave with them? You felt safe with them remember? Right, their presence made me feel safe.

Why? Why do I feel safe with them? I just met them. Why did they agree to take me along? Well dean is your father, I don't see why not. As for feeling safe, I think that woman Soteria had something to do with it.

That's right dean is my dad, but how is he so sure of it? A random goddess shows up and announces our relation and that's enough for him? That's another thing, Greek goddesses exist, and monsters are real and there is a heaven and hell… slow down; you don't want your head to explode. Why don't you ask dean about it again, he did know your mom and the timeline matches, doesn't it?

Maybe I could ask for a paternity test, but that might offend him. I don't see the harm in asking, he seems reasonable and understanding so far.

God I miss Cathy and Adam, will I ever meet them again? Maybe I could call them. Gosh I don't remember their numbers, I could find it if I had access to my email, great now how do I do that, I literally left with nothing but the clothes on my back and the silver chain around my neck. Ask Sam and dean you idiot, they can help you with that.

Right ask them, I don't think I am comfortable doing that, don't be shy, please don't, you won't get anywhere like that. Shut up!

Why did I see mike coming? What did that chick do to me? Tough question but they said they'd help you figure that one out.

Viola played through everything again and again in her head; she was trying to make sense of everything and was nervous about what was to come. She didn't pay attention to anything else she just stared at the wall in front of her and let herself drown in her thoughts. She jumped out of her seat when she heard Sam's voice, it pulled her away from her thoughts and she realized with a glance at the clock that she had zoned out for about 30 minutes.

"good morning ebony" he said giving her a smile, she looked at him confused for a second, before realizing that he was talking to her, she wasn't used to being called ebony and this was the first time Sam had called her that, she took a minute to register it.

"Good morning…" she stopped not knowing if it would be weird to call him Sam or even Uncle Sam for that matter, so she just smiled back hoping he didn't pick up on her hesitation. To her relief he didn't or he did and he chose to ignore it. He pulled on jeans over his boxers, before speaking

"I'm going to make a coffee run, do you want anything" he asked her as he pulled on a blue plaid shirt over his white undershirt, viola felt shy again, she hated asking for things and was so used to her mother knowing what she wanted and simply getting it without her having to say anything, that this was weird to her,

"Can you get me a hot chocolate, please?" she asked, the words 'if you don't mind' lingering on the tip of her tongue

"Sure thing" he said as he grabbed his jacket that was set on one of the chairs in the room.

"can I come along?" she asked him, she knew it would be very awkward but she wanted to get out of the motel room, she needed to get her mind off of things or she was going to go crazy, plus if they were going to live together they had to get over the awkwardness at some point.

After their coffee run, viola had to drag an unwilling dean to the nearest department store. Her clothes were drenched in hot chocolate from tripping over sam's duffle that was left on the path to the couch after he had dug through it for clothes to take in to the shower. She showered after Sam and borrowed one of his green plaid shirts, it fell well below her knees when fully buttoned, she wore it like a dress and wore one of dean's belts around her waist to give the huge shirt that covered her like a blanket some shape, she tried to smooth out her hair using her fingers. Her shoulder length, curly, dark auburn hair had tangled together forming corkscrews at its ends.

She tried waking dean up quickly finding out that it was a bad idea when he woke up with a start and pointed a gun at her. she jumped back in surprise and a sense of rage washed over her , she felt a scream building up in her throat, but she tried her best to calm down. Dean lowered the gun once he recognized the girl in front of him,

"is that Sam's shirt?" he asked as he rubbed his eyes, his voice still hoarse from sleep. Viola nodded still recovering from almost being shot. She glared at Sam, shooting him a bitch face when she saw him grinning from ear to ear

"a heads up would have been nice" she snapped at him, Sam chuckled.

"come on we need to go shopping" she said looking at dean. Dean groaned and let out a small grunt in protest. Viola grabbed his coffee from the table in the room, where Sam had set it down and handed it to him, he took it from her gratefully and sat up on the edge of his bed.

3 hours later, the three of them had eaten breakfast together and dean and viola had left to find a department store while Sam stayed in the motel to pack and do some research on homeschooling. Viola had walked into the motel room with 3 shopping bags and dean walked in with two more and a duffle bag. Dean looked visibly shaken and viola's face was smug, they were arguing about her method of shopping

"why did you have to try everything on?" dean asked annoyed

"to make sure they fit" she said looking baffled

"I still don't see why we had to spend so much time on picking out a wardrobe, dump a bunch of shirts, pick 3 pairs of jeans and there you have it, a new wardrobe" dean said

"that's how you shop, I have a variety of clothes to choose from and the same size fits differently from different brands, so I can't blindly pick up the same sizes and buy them all, if they don't fit, it will simply be a waste of money, don't you think" she countered, she was really good at arguing and if she knows she is right she would go to great lengths just to prove it, she was stubborn that way, but dean was no less, he knew he lost that argument so he picked up a new one

"Why the hell are shorts more expensive than jeans?" he asked, viola just shrugged at him, she didn't have an answer to that. She simply took her duffle from dean and began packing her clothes and essentials into them, she was still wearing Sam's shirt and dean's belt but she now had on a new pair of black boots that ended above her ankles. Her wardrobe now consisted of 2 sundresses, 2 tank tops, 3 flannel shirts, an olive green cargo jacket, 2 t shirts, 2 knee length skirts, 2 pairs of shorts that ended mid-thigh, 3 pairs of jeans and a pair of pajama pants.

The coffee run with Sam and the shopping with dean was in fact helping break some ice between them, she grabbed a pair of jeans, a tank top and one of her flannel shirts before disappearing into the bathroom as dean continued to rant about his shopping trip. Viola came out and handed Sam's shirt back to him and thanked him for it with a smile she was still using dean's belt, she then turned to dean and held out her hand to him, expectantly

"What?" dean asked looking at her hand quizzically.

"Phone please" she said, with a shy smile, she wasn't very good at hiding expressions on her face, it always took way too much determination and concentration so she usually let her face express how she felt

"right. 10 minutes, we need to hit the road as soon as we can" dean said handing her his phone and then his laptop before he went to gather his own things. She had asked dean during their shopping trip if she could contact her friends, he obliged but warned her not to give away details about their location, then proceeded to explain why. She sat down at the table opposite Sam and got to work, she found Cathy's number and got up from the table and walked towards the door. Dean pulled her back by her elbow, viola looked up at him in surprise

"We'll go load the car, you can make your call in here, v" he said, standing up to pick up his duffle and Sam followed suit. Viola smiled at him

"Thank you" she said looking towards Sam, something told her that he had something to do with the gesture. Viola sat on Sam's bed and stayed out of their way as they started clearing out the room, she made the call.

"Hey Cathy, its viola" ebony said in a cheerful tone

"Oh my god! Viola, where are you? We've been looking all over for you. Do you know mike's dead." The teenager gushed out

"Whoa! Cathy slow down. I'm fine, what's going on there? What do you know about mike?" viola asked, now worrying that Sam and dean may be in trouble.

"Well, my mom said mike died in a car accident, police say he was very drunk at the time. His car was found bashed into a tree off of route 36, with him in it." hearing this relaxed viola a little, this is what Cas meant when he said he'd take care of the body viola thought.

"Where are you? Everyone around here is worried about you. After mike's death my parents reported you missing and Adam has been at his laptop ever since, hell bent on finding you, your grandparents are coming down too." Cathy said.

"What? My grandparents? " Viola was taken aback when she heard that, she didn't remember the last time she saw her grandparents, they did fly down for her mother's funeral but she had hardly spent 10 minutes with them, they had come to settle the legal formalities that arose from her death and she was still a weeping mess at the time so she didn't remember much from their interaction.

Author's note: I know this is an abrupt ending but I'll finish the next part within the week. I kind of fell behind on the story, there were just so many aspects I needed to sort out, please bear with me .