How It All Began(Jefferson's Plot)

[Jefferson]

Jefferson walked slowly to his car. He stood in front of the door staring at it. He had just come back from hunting a single vampire. He needed to look for the rest of the blood sucking bastards, but what was the point? He stared down at his bloodied up shirt. He hated killing more than anything else in the world. He had even ran away from his family to start a new life. He had this in common with Sam Winchester.

Jefferson finally opened the door. He stepped inside the car and sat there for awhile. He placed his hands on the steering wheel, but did not start the car. Many thoughts began to cross his mind, most of them were of him going back to a normal life. He knew this would never come true, because he will always be prepared to fight anything that goes bump in the dark. He reached for his car keys when his phone began to ring. This came as a surprise because no one ever called him this late at night. He checked the caller i.d. and noticed that it was restricted. This was even stranger to him still.

"Hello, whose calling?" Jefferson asked. He was cautious as to make his voice deeper then what it truly was.

"There isn't enough time for us to talk. This is Dean Winchester. I'm calling you from a pay phone in Austin. You knew my father, and you are the only person still left to contact. My brother and I are in danger, plus any one who has helped us along the way. We have to disappear for awhile. We may not appear for sometime. I'm calling you to say that if we die in this war, then please don't try and look for us. We are going deep undercover and we needed one person to know. This is all I can tell you for now. If by a miracle, we shall see each other.

At this point Jefferson heard a click. The conversation had ended, but he was still processing it. He couldn't believe Dean had actually called him, let alone get his number. What did he mean by they need to go undercover. He still didn't understand why, and he probably never will. He shrugged the conversation off and started his car. A thought hit him, making him feel as if a train just ran him over. Dean had said he was the only person left to contact. This couldn't be true. He grabbed his phone and tried all the contacts that he knew were associated with Sam and Dean. Every single one of them turned out to be a busy signal. A sense of fear that he had never felt before began to clench his soul. There was only one number left to call, and that was Aiden, his only true contact.

The phone was ringing. Jefferson was getting anxious with each ring that passed. He started to bang his fist on the steering wheel. The call sent him to voicemail. He hung up and dialed again. He really hoped Aiden wasn't picking up because it was late at night. Finally he heard someone answer.

"Aiden! Good you answered." Jefferson sighed with relief. He was starting to develop a heart attack, and that was weird seeing as he was only twenty-six.

"Damn it Jefferson. Don't you know what time it is." Aiden said, with a hint of anger in his voice.

"Listen to me, Sam, Dean, and everyone they and we knew are gone, and I don't mean on a damn vacation. They are just gone. None of them will answer their phones. We need to help them out." Jefferson heard Aiden sigh.

"Ok, we'll help, but in the morning. I'm tired right now."

"No! Aiden stay awake! We need to help them out, and that means starting right now. Try and find out anything you can. Also Aiden, DON'T FALL ASLEEP!"

Jefferson hung up his phone. He started to think of any way he could help them. He knew they had called him from Austin, so he could start there. Thankfully before he left the family, his father left him a hotel in Austin under his name. He decided to start there. As he got ready to start driving off to Austin, his phone began to ring. It was again a restricted number.

"Hello, Dean is that you." Jefferson's heart began to race again.

"No, this isn't Dean. You can call me Casey. I know that Dean has called you, and I am willing to help in any way I can. I have the contacts necessary to send you help from other hunters, and from humans wishing to improve their skills. I hope you accept my help."

Jefferson was quiet for awhile. He didn't know if he could trust the guy, but his insticts told him to. He sighed and said, "Fine. You're in. It began with a phone call."

[Jefferson]

Jefferson drove as fast as he could. He was usually calm, but he had recently heard some disturbing news. He began to call every person on his phone who dissapeared once again. Each call was followed by the same busy tone. Jefferson began hitting his phone on the steering wheel. His nerves were really getting the best of him, and this truly annoyed him. Thinking so much about the Winchesters made him remember the first time he had met one of them.
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Jefferson was only 18 at the time. He was hunting a ghoul at the time. Back then, he wasn't alone. He had his two brothers and his one sister helping him. He was the third oldest of the group, and the one with the most common sense. Each of his sibilings enjoyed the hunt more than anything else. Jefferson, on the other hand, wanted out. He hated killing more than anything else in the world. His sibilings knew this, so they didn't make him kill at all. He knew how to kill each and every monster you threw at him, he just wouldn't pull the trigger.

"Shh, I can hear him." Washington said. This was Jefferson's oldest brother. He usually wore a serious expression, but when he got close to the kill, a smile erupted. It nauseated Jefferson to see that look.

"Really? Where?" This was Adams. He was the one that usually asked the question of where the monster was and what will I use to kill it. Jefferson was detached the most to him then to any of his other sibilings.

"I see him. No wait, that's just another tomb stone. Fuck." This was Madison. The youngest of his sibilings. She was usually the one that recieved the information out of people. Having a body of a twenty year old, but the mind of a sixteen year old was a horrible combination.

"Madison, don't use that kind of language." Jefferson said to his younger sister. He really didn't want his young sibiling to start using that kind of language at her age.

"Damn it Jefferson, leave her alone. She can say fuck all she wants." Washington said looking at the tomb stone at the far right.

"Yeah Jeff. I can say fuck whenever I want. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. See, you can't stop me." Madison finished this by sticking out his tongue at Jefferson.

Adams grabbed his shot gun, which he laid on the grass, and ran around the tomb stone. Jeff knew Adams was going to go face the ghoul by himself. Jeff stood up, but Washington pulled him back down.

"What the hell are you doing? Adams will get himself killed if he faces that thing by himself." Jefferson whispered angirly to Washington.

"He's got this. He'll stay alive long enough to kill the damn beast." Washingtion whispered back. Jefferson did not know what came over him at this point, but he punched Washington in the nose. He watched as his brother fell down. Then he ran after Adams.

"Jeff! Wait!," Madison said, "Here, take Wash's gun. You'll need it." Jeff looked at the gun for awhile. He finally took it and ran. He wasn't going to kill the ghoul, he just wanted it in case he needed to move it away from Adams. At this moment he heard Adams screamed. Jefferson rushed over to him, to see that the ghoul had jumped on top of him.

"KILL HIM JEFFERSON! KILL HIM NOW!" Adams yelled at Jefferson from under the ghoul. Jefferson's hand begins to shake from the fear of losing his brother. He can't handle this anymore. Finally, Jefferson aimed the gun and pulled the trigger. The ghoul's head was blasted away, leaving nothing but a huge hole.

"Hahahahaha. Good job Jefferson. Your first kill, and you did it like a natural." Washington had said this while patting Jefferson on the shoulder. Jefferson looked up at Washington's face and saw the smile he deeply hated.

"Shut up, just shut up." Jefferson whispered to the ground. "Don't you ever touch me again."

"Why not? We're brothers. I'm going to keep congratulating you on your next kills, and that includes a pat on the shoulder."

"Then I quit. I'm out forever. Don't you dare try to stop me." Jefferson yelled at all his sibilings. He took the shot gun with him and walked the opposite way.

"Jeff, don't go. Please stay." Madison said with tears in her eyes. Jefferson turned around and gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. He wiped off her tears and smiled at her. He let her go and continued to walk. Not once did he turn around or decide to walk back. He could still hear Madison screaming at him to come back. Jefferson's heart ripped to pieces hearing these words.
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Jefferson stopped remembering at this point. He had recently arrived at the hotel, and past pains were returning. His father and mother died protecting them, and that changed Jefferson forever. He could still remember the time his father was making the will, and added Jefferson's name into it. This broke Jefferson's heart even more.

He walked to the front door. He slid the key into the door knob and opened the door. He looked around and saw no one there. He didn't really believe anyone would be up this early. The sun was barely coming out of the horizon. Jefferson did not stay to enjoy the sun rise. He walked inside the hotel and closed the door behind him.

Jefferson was surprised to see that the hotel was already prepared. There were couches, a computer, mail slots, and keys. He was sure someone had come here and prepared all this for him, but that didn't mean anything to him. If there wasn't any visual proof of in front of him, he regarded it as false. Also, Jefferson had never come here before. Now that he was here he had sat down and placed his hands over his face. He continued on remembering.

[Jefferson]

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Jefferson had left the graveyard and was walking toward the closest bar. He had dropped the shot gun sometime ago and didn't go back to pick it up. Even though he was 18, Jefferson already looked old enough to drink in bars. Plus he had the fake i.d. card to prove that he was. Jefferson took out the i.d. and walked inside the bar. No one turned to look at him, except the bartender. After a quick look at Jefferson, the bartender walked over to him and asked what he would like to drink. Jefferson ordered whiskey and began to drink. Next to him was a man that began to start a conversation with him.

"Why are you here. Girlfriend dump you," the man said.

"No. I'm here to try and forget about my family. They were all a bunch of idiots," Jefferson told the man. The man began laughing after Jefferson said this. Jefferson gave the man a dirty look.

"Sorry about that. It's just that no amount of alcohol will ever make you forget about your family. I know because I've tried it before."

"Really? What did your family do to try and make you forget?"

"My wife died. It was in a house fire a couple of years back. I couldn't explain what happened and I tried drinking myself into a damn coma. Nearly succeded if it wasn't for the fact that the bartender cut me off. I later learned the truth, and that stopped the whole me drinking till I die phase."

"Sorry for your wife." Jefferson didn't know what else to say. He could feel the man's anger radiate from his body, even though he was smiling. Jefferson smiled back and took another drink. Jefferson's hand had started gripping the glass a lot harder than usual. He took in a few breaths and tried calming down.

"So am I. I'll catch the thing that killed her, and I'll kill it myself." Jefferson couldn't help but notice that the man said thing. Was he a hunter? He had no idea who the man was, so it was probable that he was a hunter. Jefferson tried to find out if he was.

"I killed a thing once. It was a ghoul." This caused the man to stop drinking and put his glass down. Jefferson now had his full attention. "Yeah, I blew that suckers head right off. It was beautiful really." Jefferson felt sick saying this, but he had to know if the man was indeed a hunter. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a pen. He reached for the closest napkin and began writing something down. When the man handed it over to Jefferson, he saw that it was a telephone number.

"Call me if you see anything special. If you hear any signs of a Yellow Eyed Demon, call this number. My name's John Winchester by the way."

"Jefferson, and I will." Jefferson looked down at the napkin and placed it in his pocket. He figured out that John was a hunter, but know he was stuck back in the middle of hunting. He cursed himself for this. He paid his bill and left the bar.
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Jefferson stopped remembering at this point. He had no reason as to why he should keep on remembering. He sighed and stood up. Walking to the back of the room, Jefferson discovered a door. It was open, so naturally Jefferson walked inside. He realized it was a basement. Inside it there were weapons, talismins, books, magazines, charms, and almost anything that Jefferson needed to hunt a monster. In the center was a shot gun covered with dust. On top of it was a note. Jefferson picked up the note and began to read it.

Dear Jefferson,
It has been awhile since we talked. I know you don't want to ever see us again, but you are our brother. I know that dad left his hotel in your name, so I came here to fix it up for you. I also fixed the basement, as you can see, to try and help you if you continue on hunting. I know you hate hunting, but it is in your blood. I really miss you Jefferson. I have no idea what has happened to our other brother and sister. Once you left, everyone went their seperate ways. I have no idea if you will even read this letter, but I hope you do.
Forgive us for what we did to you,
Washington.

Jefferson read the letter two more times. So it was Washington who fixed the hotel for him. Jefferson smiled and folded the note. He placed it inside his pocket for safekeeping. He then fell into a well deserved sleep.