Supernatural

-A few months?!-

At this point, Iris almost felt a bit insulted. She could understand that they didnt want her getting in the way, but she had spent the past years training her ability under Reese's watch. She hated the thought of having someone else trying whip her into shape when she had already spent so much time on that.
"I can control them. I cant, however control your demons." she said, a large hint of truth in that factor. She didnt say it angrily, more just as a matter of fact. She had learned very much over the years, but she had never had the desire to fight off spirits.

*Time Skip*

Allison laughed a bit and then smiled at her. One that was sincerely friendly a bit amused. "I wasn't doubting your ability, but most Demon's won't be fought off with sympathy. It is a great skill to have to know the past of a demon. It can help figure out its pattern of attacking and many other traits, but it doesn't defeat it. And it won't protect you from them. What you need to learn is how to defend yourself so that if me and Logan are a bit busy we won't have to do back flips to help you. Besides, it could help you learn more about yourself. Don't be insulted. I didn't mean that"

-Fine. >.> You better time skip.-

She let out a reluctant sigh. In the back of her mind, she thought of Reese. She still had felt nothing from him and she wondered if maybe he was done babysitting her. If so, this was the only option she had, and there was no point in tagging along with them just to get herself killed. "Alright.." she nearly whispered. She didnt really want to go stay with a stranger, but she knew it would be easier on them, and so she caved. "I'll stay with your Uncle."

*Three months later*

Logan was speeding down the dirt road to Bobby's house in a crappy mini-van. Logan was almost done repairing the Impala. He had developed the habit of driving a little fast, it took his mind off things. Despite what had happened in the past three months, Logan did his best to where a fake smile. So his sister would stop annoying him about his 'feelings'.

In the past month, Logan and Ally's father, John, had called them to help him kill the yellow-eyed demon, he had found its trail. While looking for the demon, their father was possessed by it, and Logan was seriously injured by their father. Ally had shot their dad's leg to incapacitate the demon. Their dad begged Ally to shoot him, and Logan, while on the floor and losing life, begged Ally not to. The demon left their dad's body and escaped.

As Ally drove them to a spot to rest and help themselves, they were it by a semi, driven by a possessed driver. The Impala was totaled. The demon left the drivers body, and upon seeing what happened, called an ambulence. Logan was in a coma, and Ally and John made it through with minor injuries. Logan was dying and John made a drastic decision. John snuck out to the furnace room of the hospital and summoned the yellow-eyed demon. There, John made a deal: The Colt for Logan's life. The demon denied the deal and stated that John must add his soul to the deal. John aggreed and Logan awoke. John hugged both his children and when they were alone, John whispered something in Logan's ear about Ally. Shortly after, John died.

Logan and Ally salted and burned their father's body. Logan and Ally haven't hunted for a while, and Logan has spent his time at Bobby's place, fixing the Impala.

On this particular afternoon, Iris sat in the front room of the now familiar mans house. She had her eyes out the window and on the road as the light sifted down from the skies, caressing her cheekbones in highlights and shadows, and turning her eyes to starlight. Her eyes, still their same vibrant jade, had changed only slightly in the three months that had passed since her decision to come to this place.

Three months ago, her eyes held a faint uncertaintly. Insecurity. She had always had her reasons...

She watched in her minds eye as the flashback replayed, in crystal clear detail. She had been in this room. It was early morning, still dark with speckles of light in the sky, and the moon in all her beauty. Uncle Bobby, as she had come to call him, had been teaching her some kind of technique. A way of looking at things without becoming too attached to them. She had been trying with some inanimate, staring at a chair as if it was about to move, when the headaches attacked.

This is when the memory lost detail.

She remembered the feeling penetrating her skull, slashing into her thoughts and breaking them to peices. She had felt so brittle and frail, as if she were quickly crumbling under some great weight. The pain incresed, and she saw the floor rushing up to meet her eyes. Someone screamed, and the vision was lost in a thick pool of blackness that seemed to phase in and out.

She shook her head, as if to chase the murky thoughts away in favor of something else.

Though she had not been able to get away from the wretched headaches, her eyes had still changed. They were slightly more knowing than they had been, more careful and inquisitive. More intimidating, when she wanted them to be. And, if possible, even more lively and beautiful than they had been when she had shyed away from her power. Acceptance had brought them great depth, and that depth was clear to see when she looked into anyones eyes.

Pushing her hair back from her face, she brought up her feet, tucking them in tightly beneath her bottom. Her hair seemed to catch some invisible current of air as it danced over her shoulders to bounce against her back. Her hair as well, had seemed to grow a little more lively. Since her time being here, it had grown even longer, daring to touch her lower back. The thought to cut it had crossed her mind before, and she had quickly dismissed it. Every strand seemed to be healthy and pretty, cutting it, to her, would be some kind of waste. Unappreciative. And besides, she preferred it this way.

Iris shifted in her seat now, her jade eyes still grazing over the road. She wasn't sure why she had sat here. She only knew that, upon watching the road, it had seemed to be expectant of something that should matter to it or her. And now, as she heard a car advancing on the pavement, she hoped that it had been truthful, and her patience would pay off.

The van bummed and swayed on the dirt road as Logan pushed on the gas. They were approaching a turn, which led down another road and down the road was Bobby's house. Behind Bobby's house was his graveyard of vehicles. Bobby was a part-time mechanic in certain ways, and he had thousands of car models and uncountable parts to any car you could think of. Bobby had it fenced off because of looters while he was away.

Logan remembered visiting Bobby a few times as a kid/young teen. Bobby taught Logan everything about cars; how to fix them, change the oil, what parts were what, what kind of vehicles performed best. And Logan loved it.

Logan took the turn a little fast, and the van's back rocked and swerved. Logan heaved a sigh at clumsyness of this car. The Impala handled everything beautifully, and Logan was attached to that car. No other one would replace it.

They approached Bobby's house. Logan pulled up onto the dirt and grass made driveway. Logan shut off the car and Ally and himself got out of the van. Logan slammed the door shut.

"I feel like a friggin' soccer mom!" Logan said.

As the car pulled in, Iris' eyes seemed to shimmer faintly in the sunlight. She had been right. Something had been on its way.

She sat still as she watched the first door open, and Logan climb out. He hadn't changed much in the three months. Not physically at least. As she watched him speak words that would not reach her in the house, she wondered what kind of affect the trip had had on him.

Shifting again in the seat slightly, to hug her knees, she reflected back on the moments when they had first met. She felt like a child, admiring some older film star. She wanted to scold herself for this kind of behavior, but it was hard to do so. She had had no say in the way her eyes at reacted to his presence, and as she followed his trail, she realized she still did not.

She blinked quickly, pulling them away and slowly unfolded herself out of the chair. They were on their way to the door now, and she stood, waiting for the creak, or gentle knocking, indicating their presence inside the house.

Logan knocked on the door a couple of times, "Bobby, we're here!" Logan called out. Logan waited a few more moments. Then he heard a couple loud steps reach the door, and it opened, revealing Bobby.

Logan was a few inches taller than Bobby, but Bobby's burly size made up for it. Bobby wasn't that fat, but just a teddy bear guy. He had a grizzled face with a moustache connected to a beard that ran along his chin, up to his sideburns. He always wore the same blue trucker hat, and either a plaid shirt or a dirty old jacket and jeans. The lines on his face and his grayish-black bears indicated a man in his mid fourties, but he had the energy of a man in his twenties. Bobby was a strong man, physically and mentally, but right now he was saddened.

John was Bobby's brother, and Bobby took a feeling of responsibility for what happened to John. John had told Bobby what he planned to do and Bobby was the one that brought John what he needed to summon the demon, but Bobby couldn't refuse his younger brother.

"It's good to see ya Boy." Bobby said in a quiet voice, throwing his arms around Logan. Bobby knew that Logan didn't like 'caring-and-sharing' as Logan called it. So Bobby didn't bring up their father. Bobby looked over at Ally and smiled at her, giving her a hug as well.

Aly stood behind Logan with her arms crossed. She was still fighting withen herself, dealing with her own emotions. She didn't feel quite so much in the hugging mood and in fact felt more like drop kicking the first person who touched her. Bobby picked up on this as he made his way to hug her but then just smiled. "How is my girl?"

"PMSing."

She didn't really feel like explaining how she felt and instead used her montly period as an excuse even though it had just passed. She passed by them and entered into the house and made her way up to the attic where she had her own private space.

Iris stood off to Bobby's right, still hidden as they stood in the doorway. It wasn't easy to see at first glance, but she was nervous. Very nervous for some reason. Bobby hadn't tried to hide from her the loss of Logan and Ally's father, John. He had never spoke it, but the gift she possessed put a link between the two, and it was common knowledge that she understood. She had, on more than one occasion brought flowers to the house, or tried her hand at cooking something that might cheer her caretaker of three months out of his sadness, even if only for a moment, and he had smiled at all her efforts, but she had always realized that it would be in vain. The spot of brightness would be temporary, and there was nothing she could do to fix it.

As she stood in the shadow of the open door, Iris raked her fingers through her hair, the first physical indication that she was slightly nervous. Bobby caught this in the corner of his eye, and the corner of his mouth twitched. It wasnt a full smile, but a knowing expression to both himself and to her. At times, she wondered if he was the one reading her mind. He understood her so well.

With an inward sigh, and a breath of preperation, Iris stepped forward out of the shadow and into more of the streaming sunlight. It created a lovely affect, lightly up her ivory skin like a candle. She was now exposed to them, and whenever they turned their eyes, their bodies out of the doorway and in her direction, they would see her.

Well, he would see her.

Almost seconds before she had moved, Ally had barged through, making a determined dash away from the gathering. In her mind, Iris began to panic slightly. Logan would be seeing her. Without Ally there to make comments and keep the mood a little light, what would happen? Her cheeks were already advancing towards a scarlet shade at the thought. Bobby, she knew, would probably be enjoying this. She had never really figured out how much he knew, but it was more than he should, and now, it was too late to hide.

She fought her nerves, trying to calm them before she would face him.

Logan walked past Bobby and into the house. Right away Logan saw Iris standing in the hallway. She hadn't changed too much, but there were distinct differences in the way she held herself. She had a more confident and strong posture than what Logan remembered.

Logan continued walking through the hallway. He paused for a moment beside Iris and simply said, ''Lookin sharp kid."

Logan wasn't in much of a talking mood. It was only 2 months ago that they lost John. But Logan worshipped his father and the ground he walked on. That was probably the reason Ally kept trying to get him to talk about it.

Allison stormed up to the Attic and flicked on a couple of lights. Fall was starting and it wasn't as hot as it usually was. She was thankful for this. Annoyed though at the fact that Logan still wasn't talking she wrapped a bit of ace wrap around her fists and began violently punching and kicking a punching bag that Bobby had set up there for her. If it wasn't for the extra weight added to keep the punching bag on the ground there would have been multiple times that it would have tumbled over. She didn't care though, she just wanted to excess her own anger.

Logan changed his clothes and walked outside to Bobby's car lot. Logan made his way through the graveyard of current day cars and classic ones, until he found the Impala. It was a sight for sore eyes.

When Logan had first started fixing the Impala, it was a nightmare. The left side was completely wrecked and the engine was smashed up. Logan had spent many weeks at Bobby's fixing it. And now it was almost in running condition again. Besides, Logan like working on it, it took his mind off everything else. Although, Logan knew Ally would be along any minute to talk to him about dad. Which Logan didn't get. Ally spent most of their dad's life arguing with the man. They had a major fight before Ally left for college and another one before dad died. Ally found out that dad was trying to summon the demon and thought dad was trying to summon the demon to kill it, and yelled at him for not caring about Logan. Logan knew that they always butted heads because they were so alike. Now Ally was all about talking about the man, and thinking about what dad would want them to do.

Logan shook off all thoughts and grabbed his tool box. Logan laid down a board Bobby had fastened wheels to, and rolled under the Impala.

Allison looked out the attic window to see Logan. When he saw her she flipped him off and then instantly turned away in annoyance. Who was the one always telling her to take things more seriously. Who was the one telling her all this stuff about their dad. He was! And now he was just being a hypocrite and pinning stuff on her. If he didn't want to talk fine. She wasn't going to talk either. Allison was stubborn and held the longest silent treatments. She wasn't going to talk until Logan decided to talk to her.

As Logan spoke, and passed, Iris felt an unexpected wave of something dark wash over her. It may have been disappointment. In her mind she had seen this working out differently. It wasn't long ago that he had looked at her face almost the same as she had his. But standing here, him gone, and Ally somewhere in the house, she found it to be deeper. It almost stung. It was like a complete sorrow. Like a cloud killing off a beautiful sunny day. The loss of their father, she knew, must have been the reasoning behind their seperation, and her feeling of invisibility.

She bit down on her lip, feeling guilt for not being able to share in their pain.

It was only when she could raise her eyes from the ground that she saw Uncle Bobby, his eyes knowing as they watched her expression. He could read her like a book. He was carefully composed, keeping his body from giving away any hint of dark emotion, but his eyes...
Uncle Bobby's eyes might have been the only pair in the world that could mirror the depth of her own. To her, it seemed that way. It could possibly be because he had helped her develop so much by the use of his own mind that she rarely needed to peek inside to know what was going on there.
She didnt have to this time to see that his eyes were filled with sadness. She could almost feel his pain, and she wanted to cry.

Stepping towards her almost adoptive uncle, she hugged him, standing many inches shorter than he, and feeling like a child going to their father. He hugged her back and even this was knowing. He knew too much.

A few hours later Allison stomped down the stairs. Her eyes were puffy and red but she still stood tall and confident as she approached Iris and Bobby in the living room. "I'm going out. I will be back tomorrow morning." It was late in the evening, but she didn't offer up any information as to where she was heading nor would she have said anything if asked. She grabbed a small bag and some keys and headed towards the door.

Logan grabbed his wrench and tightened a few bolts up inside the engine. Logan stepped back for a moment to admire his work. The Impala was 98% done, and looking brand new. Logan would have to thank Bobby for doing the impossible: finding mint condition parts for the Impala.

Logan glanced over at the house and up toward the attic. Logan sighed and pulled out his cell phone. He dialed Ally's number. It rang twice, Ally didn't bother to say 'hello'.

"Fine. Let's talk." Logan said and hung up the phone. Logan leaned agains the hood of his car and waited for his sister.

Allison glared at him as she shut the door behind him. She held her breath afraid that if she did breath she would start crying. She walked over to Logan and waited for him to speak first. She felt a little guilty for leaving Bobby and Iris to just have guesses about everything, but her anger wasn't quelled by that guilt. It didn't matter anyways, she knew Bobby too well and turned off the small microchip embedded in her arm by pinching her skip with the tips of her nails. The microchip picked up the smallest sounds and she knew that Bobby would be listening. She motioned for her brother to do the same with his which was in his ear.

Logan raised his hand and tapped the inside of his ear. Logan crossed his arms and looked at Ally for a moment.

"Alright Ally. You wanted to know why I'm not talking about dad?" Logan said. Up to this point, Logan and Ally didn't know how their father died and why the Colt was gone. But Logan thinks that now he knows why, and its tearing him up.

Logan motioned to the hood of the car, for Ally to sit next to him.

Iris, glancing from Bobby to Allison, jumped to her feet, almost as if to follow. Then, she froze. This seemed to be her problem. She would care about people. Want to help, try to help, but not know how. It even seemed to occur with her gift.

She closed her eyes in defeat as the door shut and Allison was gone. It left a small sting on her heart and in her eyes as moisture tried to seep through. She had no idea how to help them. Not at all. She had woken up with no one in the forest, and therefor she didnt know what it was like to lose someone.

She sank to the couch beside Bobby in defeat, letting her shoulders hunch.

Uncle Bobby, being her father figure, reached over and ruffled her hair lightly, sending the curls in several directions. "Its not your fault, Iry." he said, the nickname flowing naturally. She had gotten used to it by now.

"I dont know how to help." She said in return, her eyes downcast. She didnt even bother to fix her hair.

"You could talk to him."

Iris froze. By him, she knew who he was talking about.

"Who?" she pretended not to know.

He smiled, not buying it for a second. "You know who."

Ally stood where she was. "I'll stand. I'll sit when I need to." Truthfully, Ally wanted to go over and sit next to her brother. They had a bond of friendship and of two people who had been through a lot with eachother and it hurt her to be angry at him, but she was stubborn. She finally took a deep breath and held back a few tears but she was starting to get the hiccups from her previous crying session before she had come downstairs.

Logan raised his hands in defeat and rested them on the edge of the car. For a moment Logan looked out at the wreckage of cars. Logan took in a breath and looked at Ally again.

"Ally, I'm sorry," Logan said, "For the way I've been acting." Logan looked down. Then he raised his head and looked past Ally, "and for dad. I mean, he was your dad too, and its my fault he's gone."

Logan could tell that Ally was thinking, 'what are you talking about?'. So Logan said, "I know you've been thinking it and so have I. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out." Logan looked back at Ally for a brief moment, then turned away again. "Back at the hospital, I made a full recovery. It was a miracle, then five minutes later, dad is dead and the colt is gone." Ally tried to interupt him but Logan cut her off, "you can't tell me there's not a connection there. I don't know how the demon was involved, I don't know how the whole thing went down exactly, but Dad's dead because of me.....and that much I do know."

Logan felt a tear run down his face. Logan beckoned Ally over to sit by him again. Ally luckily did(hope you dont mind Janis). "Ally, you and Dad are the most important people in my life, and now..," Logan stopped, "I should've never come back Ally, it wasn't natural. And now look whats come of it."

Logan blinked as his eyes blurred from his tears, and they began to run down his face, "I was dead and I should've stayed dead." Logan wiped his eyes, but the tears kept coming.

"You wanted to know how I was feelin', well that's it." Logan paused for a moment, "So tell me, what could you possibly say to make that alright?" Logan looked at his sister. Ally remained silent. Logan breathed a ragged breath and looked out the sun which was now kissing the horizon.

(No of course not. I understand. As long as you aren't taking complete control of my character. I understand stuff like this. I do the same thing sometimes. I try not to cause some people find it offensive lol.)

Ally took a deep breath and the faced her brother. She had cried her own tears but had dried them up quickly. She was the younger one, but sometimes she was Logan's big sister. "Well I look at it this way, you may not have been supposed to come back to life...but you did. And that's that. Don't be a baby. Didn't you always tell me that your are entitled to your feelings but crying won't stop a demon? The world keeps turning and you can't stop it with tears. You can't just give up and wish you were the one dead. You are alive now and if there is something you regret then make up for it while you are alive. Don't be an idiot!"

Logan looked over at his little sister. He really admired her and how she was. Logan smiled at her. Logan shifted his weight on the hood, he always felt uncomfortable after these situations occur.

Logan looked back at his little sister, who was smiling at him, "God, we're not gonna have to hug now are we?" Logan said in a disgusted voice.

Iris shifted in her seat, reaching up finally to fix the black strands of hair that he had flung out of place. "I dont know what you're talking about."

Suddenly, Uncle Bobby burst into laughter. It took the booming sound for Iris to realize that she was quickly turning scarlet. She cursed her red skin silently, turning her jade eyes to the window.
"Hey, easy, Iry." he said in a cheerful tone. His smile was spread across his face widely, crinkling to the corners of his eyes. Though she wasn't looking at his face, she knew the expression well enough to see it in her mind, and she knew she couldnt stay mad. She turned her head, looking at him like a saddened puppy.

"Why are you avoiding it, Iris?" he asked, and she could tell he was serious when the smile disappeared and the depth was there. It seemed to come to life in his eyes when he spoke her full name.

Shrugging her shoulders, she answered lamely in a simple, "I dont know."

He nodded, his eyes going to thought as if this phrase brought perfect clarity. "Why do you love them, Iris?"

At this, she felt her heart grow heavy. He wasn't just speaking of Logan now. It was Logan, and Ally. Love.

"What.." the word was uttered as a breath, and her eyes were now filling with tears. Love? She had no idea what love was. How to love. Who to love. How could she love two people she barely knew?

"Iry, I don't know where you came from, or how they found you, but I know things like this dont happen by chance, especially in our lives." Here he paused, swallowing and aiming his eyes at the window she was watching. "You could be an angel, or Satan himself, but either way, you belong."

With this, Bobby patted her back lightly and stood, leaving her alone to try to comprehend the questions he had implanted into her mind and heart.