Chapter 1

Chapter 1: "I thought we had it all"

In life, it doesn’t matter what ties a family together. No tie can be stronger than the love that is felt between people, but it is with this that I call a false claim of security. Love is only strong if the ties that hold the relationship are strong. Love is a feeling that has to be mutual to feel the full amount of feelings that come from this single emotion. There are times when a love in a relationship are single sided, and it with those times that the ties are loose and brittle and ready to break at any time. How would I know how this feels? How would I know what this is?

Some people may think that we are unable to believe what we don’t see, but some people see, believe, and hunt these things. I am one of these people- but so are the members of my family. My Papa is John Winchester- a hunter that came to be when my Mama died. My Mama is Mary Winchester- a retired Hunter. My brothers are Dean and Sam Winchester- Hunters that were forced into it by Papa. My sister is Max Winchester- my twin, who was forced into hunting at the same point in time.  

My name? My name is Leslie Gabriela Winchester. I am a “hunter” by birth. I am twenty-four years of age, and I have seen a lot in twenty-two years. More than a lot of people will see in their entire lives.  I used to be married, but it only lasted for about a year. The man I was married to is named Pierce Damon Locke.

I was nineteen and I thought that I was in love. The love that I felt seemed to feel forever went away. We were always fighting, and he almost always resorted to blows. Some days were better than others. I hated the days he would come staggering in drunk as if he drank an ocean full of alcohol.  It only got worse when I realized that I was expecting his child. This child was the only reason for my survival. I was living in France at the time, and I went through a divorce.

I was about seven months along when I finally got divorced from Pierre. I boarded a plane, my belongings on a ship to get shipped to my older brother’s house. I couldn’t make myself to even come face to face with them all at the moment. I was too scared, too scared and I was untrusting of nearly everyone.

It was in June,  nearly two months after I returned, and my child was early by two weeks. It was early morning, when I laid in the hospital, holding my beautiful baby boy.

“What are you going to name him?” asked a nurse, so they could label his bracelet and other things they did.

“Daniel Zechariah Winchester,” I said softly.  I smiled down at my son- who was the only reason why I fought for life, for liberty, and for his safety.

Even today, when Danny is a toddler at the age of four, I still worry that his Father will find us, and what I ran away from was for nothing. His father, as I have told Danny, died in a tragic accident.

Danny hasn’t said anything about it yet, so I think he believes me. He doesn’t even know that my, no his, family is one of the hunters. There is a lot of stuff that I am hiding from Danny right now, for it would only hurt him emotionally and mentally right now.