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The Woman in White

Part I

Dean parked the Impala beside the too-green grass of the apartment complex. So this was what Sammy had left him for: a rundown apartment in the boring part of town. Ivy didn't understand it. Why would anyone choose something so mundane if they knew what was out there and could make a real difference? Then again, she supposed it wasn't her decision to understand.

"Dean...are you sure this is the right thing to do?"

Ivy didn't know much about Sam, he was long gone before she'd met John or Dean. But what she did know was that it'd been nearly four years since Dean had last seen him, and he was still reeling from that departure.

"No. Probably not, but it's what I need." He told her honestly and got out of the car.

With a resigned nod, she gestured for him to lead the way. She knew there was no point arguing. To people like her and Dean, family came first. Always.

When they met, they'd quickly bonded over not having a whole lot of family left. That's why, when John didn't come home, Dean was determined to bring his little brother back. Ivy had become like a sister to him, but it wasn't the same. She knew that. Hell, she would do anything to hunt with her parents again.

They quickly made their way to Sam's apartment and Ivy stood watch impatiently as Dean picked the lock.

"Come on, Dean, I could pick that lock in my sleep. Hurry up.”

Dean raised an eyebrow but kept working on the door.

"You can't even pick a lock when you're awake, sweetheart," he pushed the door and it swung open with a slight creak. He shot Ivy a dimpled, shit-eating grin. "And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how it's done."

"I only said it to make you work faster," she teased with an eye roll.

"Sure you did." He brushed his hands on his jeans as he stood to full height.

"Let's just get this over and done with."

Ivy went to move past Dean and into the waiting apartment, but he held out a hand to stop her. She eyes him curiously.

"Dean?"

"I think..." With a sigh, his hand dropped back to his side. His gaze was fixated on the old oak floorboards beneath them, as he found himself unable to look the woman who had been his partner for twelve months in the eye. "I think I should do this alone."

She blanched a little at that, considering he brought her all the way out here when she had insisted she'd be fine working a case on her own. But she bit her tongue and nodded.

"Right. I guess I'll just go and...wait in the car?" She said it like a question and mentally scolded herself for asking permission. She thought she was past seeking Dean's approval.

"Yeah, thanks," Dean nodded and spared a glance her way, the hard lines of his face immediately softening. "Ivy, I-"

"It's fine, Dean," she cut him off with a shake of her head and a fleeting smile. "Just be quick about it."

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It was nearly 1am when Bobby got the call. He'd never in his life heard his niece sound so frantic. She was crying, that much was obvious. She was sobbing so hard that Bobby could barely understand what she was saying.

"Ivy?" He asked into the receiver, trying to quell that heavy feeling that was sinking down to the pit of his stomach though he knew it was her. "Ivy darlin', what is it?"

Once the sobbing died down to sniffles and soft gasps, she voice whispered into the phone, "It's mom."

Bobby's brow furrowed. He hadn't spoken to his sister in years. He'd kept in contact with Ivy over the years, she was his only niece, after all, but not her mother. When Liv left the hunting life, she'd cut all ties with Bobby. Ivy never did though, never would. Even if she'd tried, he'd never let it happen.

"What about her?" He asked, but after spending a lifetime as a hunter, Bobby had learned to expect the worst.

"She's dead."

Her voice broke as she said it and that sound was enough to make Bobby's heart break where the news didn't. Liv had been a hunter for most of her life, didn't quit until Ivy's father had died. He'd expected the worst.

"How?" Bobby asked. Maybe an insensitive question, but in his line of work he'd learned quickly when to set pleasantries aside. He was upset that his sister was dead, that much was true, but he couldn't grieve yet; not until Ivy was safe.

"Vampires I think. The police said it was a bear attack but..." she sobbed again.

"Good God," he muttered, closing his eyes at the thought of Ivy stumbling home only to find her mother's body cold and bloody. "Are you alone?"

"Yes, but I don't wanna be. Uncle Bobby, can you come and get me? You're-" she sucked in a deep breath, and Bobby could tell she was fighting back another sob. "You're all I have."

Bobby sighed. As much as he wanted to go to her, it'd be days before he reached her.

"Sweetheart, even if I leave right now, I won't be there any time soon." Ivy let out a small noise that sounded a lot like a whimper. "Look, I know a couple'a of hunters in the area. I know you don't know them, but I trust them with my life. They're as close to me as if they were blood. I can send them to pick you up."

"Okay, yeah," she said, quietly, mulling it over before asking, "What are their names?"

"John and Dean Winchester."

—

John and Dean stopped by Bobby's after every hunt. John had insisted they did it just to see if Bobby had a case, or any new leads on the demon that killed Mary, but he and Dean both knew it was because they wanted to check on Ivy.

At first, she was silent. Mourning. That was something the Winchesters understood better than most. In time, she became more comfortable, opened up, considered them her family just as much as Bobby. She and Dean traded stories of growing up hunting. She told them about her life and her family, they told her about Sam and Mary.

When they heard Bobby and Ivy shouting from inside the house, they'd have to intervene. They didn't fight often, but when they did it brought to light things they usually left unsaid. Bobby didn't know how to be a parent, Ivy didn't have the heart to tell him that she was twenty years old (and she'd had her had independence long before that). She didn't need a parent.

Neither of them were wrong, but no one was quite right and somehow that made it so much worse.

"I'm not letting you go off on your own!" They heard Bobby yell.

"So I'll find a partner!" Ivy screamed back.

"That's not the point, Ivy Jade! You don't have any experience hunting without your parents. It's not safe!"

"Bobby," she sighed, a hint of resignation in her voice, ready to give up. "How can I get experience if you won't even let me try?"

"Everything okay in here?" Dean asked as he and John made their way inside. His brow cocked as he glanced between the two of them.

Ivy's eyes lit up at the sight of the other hunters. Bobby could practically see the lightbulb going off.

"I can go with them!" Ivy said, but Dean must've predicted the statement as well because at the same time, he said, "Ivy, you can't hunt with us.”

Her face fell.

"Why not?"

Was it because she was a girl? Because she wasn't as experienced as them? Did they see her as a liability or were they just scared, like Bobby was? No matter the reason, she was already formulating an argument against it in her mind.

"Because you're...you!" He threw his hands up and ran them through his hair.

"What Dean means," John cut in, "is that you're Bobby's niece, so you're family by default. We don't want you getting hurt."

"And if I'm with you guys, I won't be," she all but pleaded. "You won't let anything happen to me. Besides, it's not like I'm completely new to this. I'm good with a gun, I know all about the salt and silver bullets. I help Bobby research all the time so I have the monster knowledge. It doesn't have to be forever, I'm just asking for a chance. Please John, please Uncle Bobby?"

The older hunter rolled his eyes and huffed out, "Fine."

—

A year went by and Ivy was still hunting with John and Dean, for the most part. The two of them, along with her Uncle Bobby, were well and truly family. And then John stopped checking in with them, stopped responding to Dean's calls, stopped coming by Bobby's after a hunt.

He was family, and he was missing. So Dean decided there was only one option.

It was time to get Sam.

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