Title: On the road with the Winchesters

Summary: What if there was another with the Winchesters through Season 1? Andrea Core loses her father on a hunt and she stays with Dean and Sam and their father. But what happens when John doesn't come back from a hunt? Starting with Pilot.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except Andrea and her father.

(I just redid chapters 1 through 5 because of grammar and first person mistakes :D so yay! I also added some more to the story :) but nothing that will change the outcome if you've already read it)


Prologue: Eight years before Pilot.

My name is Andrea Core and I'm fifteen years old. I jumped down the stairs, making the picture frames on the side wall of my house rattle. I was so excited, today was my first hunt with the Winchesters and it was about time. My father, Max Core, had been hunting with John Winchester since I was eight but I'd never been allowed to hunt. Dean, now eighteen and Sam, fourteen, had been hunting for years now and I finally had enough training to come with them.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I could see my father and John fighting outside and I rolled my blue eyes. It was probably about weapons and locations, what else was new? I saw Sam was in the kitchen, nosily eating his cereal and decided to join him.

"Hey Sam." I said sitting down and flipping my long brown hair behind me.

Sam smiled, looking up. His shaggy brown hair was just starting to come too close to his eyes. I'd been best friends with Sam ever since we've been little. We'd gotten really close after my mother died three years ago.

"Where's Dean?" I asked taking the box of cereal from him.

"Sharpening weapons." Sam rolled his eyes and I smiled slightly.

Sam had never been into hunting like Dean and I were. And he got into lots of fights with his father because of it. One time or another, one of those fights was going to be too much. But I could see his point in wanting a normal life; maybe if I had one my mother would be alive.

"Hey Andy." Dean said coming into the kitchen with a .45 in one hand.

"Hey." I smiled at the nickname. I didn't think the Winchesters even remembered my real name. They'd been calling her Andy since the day they first met.

"Ready for the hunt? I've never been after a Wendigo before."

I nodded. "I'm ready as I'll ever be. You don't use guns right? To kill them?" I made sure I researched that all day and night. Making sure I knew what the hell I was talking about. My dad would grill me if I got one thing wrong, hell, one thing wrong could cost you your life.

Dean shook his head. "Nope, it's only fire that kills these things. I gotta remember to bring the flares."

"What are they fighting about?" I asked motioning to the yelling outside.

"You going out for the hunt. Your dad doesn't think you're ready."

My face fell. "He told me I was! I can't believe he's on that again!"

Sam put a hand on my forearm. "He's just looking out for you."

"I'll never learn to look out for myself if he's always doing it." I muttered.

Suddenly John came through the back door in the kitchen. "Andy, I'm sorry your father doesn't think you're ready." He didn't wait for my complaint and pointed at Dean. "Pack your stuff and come on. You too Sam."

Sam nodded as Max came through the doorway heading me. I knew the conversation boiling and I gripped my fists at my sides in frustration. I didn't wait for Dean and Sam to leave before I started yelling.

"You promised I could go! I've been training for months now. You promised."

"I'm not going to say I'm sorry Andy. I just want to keep you safe." He said calmly.

"You can't keep me safe all the time dad! You have to trust me, I have to learn." I stormed off back upstairs and Sam ran after me. I was sitting on the top step with my head in my hands. Sam sat next to me and put a hand on my shoulder.

I was choking back tears. "He promised I could go. How am I ever going to protect myself if he won't let me try?"

Sam didn't respond, he just put a comforting arm around my shoulders and rubbed gently, letting me vent.

"Sam let's go!" Dean called from the kitchen. He came to the bottom of the stairs and saw Sam comforting me.

"We gotta go Sam." He looked at Andy. "Sorry."

I looked at him and shook my head, trying to smile. "It's ok. Be safe you guys ok?"

Dean nodded as Sam came down the stairs. "We will."

I came downstairs and watched as Dean and Sam packed the Impala and sat in the back while John drove and my father sat in the passenger seat. I gave a light wave to Sam and tried blowing a kiss to my father as John pulled away but he didn't look back. He never did.


I yawned and looked at the clock. It was nearing two A.M on the third day that my father and the others weren't back yet. I was used to it however, since I had to stay back from the hunts all the time. I was starting to fall asleep until I heard a car turn into the driveway. Finally! They were home. Sam, Dean and John entered the front door looking somber, I guessed they were tired.

I got up and took a bag from Sam, setting it on the stairs. "Hey guys, how was the hunt?"

No one said anything and John closed the door.

"Where's my dad?" I asked just noticing he hadn't come in with the others.

John sighed and looked at me sympathetically. I knew that look; something bad had happened.

"Where's my dad?" I asked again. My voice was now shaking with worry but I couldn't help it.

I looked to all of them but no one was talking.

"Is he—is he alright?" I asked. Maybe he was still in the car, or even the hospital. I was willing to think even that even though we hardly visited hospitals. John was an ex-marine. If something needed to be done, he could patch you up pretty damn good.

John shook his head. "I'm sorry Andy."

"What do you mean you're sorry?" My father had to be alright. He just had to be.

"He didn't make it. A wendigo came out of nowhere and attacked us. I'm so sorry, none of us were prepared."

Tears started falling from my eyes and I felt like my throat was closing up. I shook my head rapidly trying to deny the words John was saying. Like it'd make a difference. "No…"

My breath started hitching and Sam came towards me putting his arms around me. I started to sob and he held me tighter.

"What's going to happen to her?" Dean asked quietly. I wanted to scream and yell at him to stop whispering. I wasn't deaf.

"She's staying with us. And she's learning to hunt." John said heading to the front door, "I'm unloading the car, come on."

I watched Dean follow his father out and buried my head in Sam's shoulder, soaking his t-shirt with my tears.

"Come on, let's go upstairs." Sam said quietly.


Sam took me upstairs and sat me down on my bed, continuing to hug me tightly.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"I didn't say anything to him!" I sobbed. "I was so angry; he'll never know how much I love him."

Sam brought me closer to him and he stroked my hair. "He knew Andy; just like you know he loves you."

I seemed to cry harder when he said that and Sam knew I understood. My father would always love me, just like his father would always love him and Dean.


next is the first part of pilot, how do you like it?