Chapter One

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Maple Springs, New York

"One Way or Another"

Sitting on a bus is not unfamiliar to me, but gods they're so gross. I didn't even want to think of the last time these seats were washed and vacuumed. Watching the buildings pass by was a good distraction from the bus ride in itself.

Remember Camilla, John Winchester.

Repeating the man's name who is supposedly my grandfather calmed my nerves little by little. I shifted a little in my seat, still anxious. After sifting through so many records, and a lot of internet stalking - thanks to Mattie - I'm finally narrowing down where he is, or rather who he is. He certainly didn't make it at all easy to find him.

Why would he? He didn't want you around.

I shook my head, expelling the negative thoughts. All my questions were going to be answered this week. Nothing can get in my way today. No mortals, no monsters, and sure as hell no fake name was going to stop me from finding him and asking him why. Why did he give me up in the first place, I mean I had to be the prettiest little baby he ever saw. I had a lot of questions for that man, but most importantly: who is my dad? Honestly I didn't have a lot of time to think of the ways I was going to confront him about all those things, because soon the bus was pulling to a stop at the West Transit Center, and the drivers voice boomed over the intercom.

"Alright everybody, this is the last stop for Maple Springs before we turn around and head back to West Ellery." Several passengers hurriedly picked up their bags, and began exiting the bus. I followed suit and gathered my pink duffel and followed the others to the platform of the transit center, leaving a hand full of people behind on the bus, flashing a smile at the bus driver.

"Thank you for the ride Jim, I will never forget how kind you were to me." I said with a smile as I hopped off the bus, the man was still in a slight trance when he smiled and waved me off. I think I heard him mumble something about a sweet girl. But it sort of sailed right over my head when I was staring at the station in front of me.

This was it, and today was the day that I was going to finally find everything I was searching for. I could feel it in my bones, in my eye lashes, and in my perfectly polished nails. I walked into the station taking care to use the sleeve of my denim jacket to open the grungy door, and moved towards the women's restroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and smoothed out my orange dress and made sure that my hair was friz free. When meeting your family it was crucial to look good, and I wouldn't be caught dead -or alive- having anything less than perfect on me. Giving myself a heart-catching smile in my reflection, I began walking towards the nearest (and cleanest looking) motel.

After some brief map navigating, I found myself at the Lake Side Inn. I took out my compact, and once again smoothed out my hair while adjusting my dove hairpin, then returned it to my bag. I walked in, put on my best smile, and hope to the gods the one at the counter would be a male. Although my luck had to run out eventually when I saw that the person at the counter was a middle aged woman with brown hair and a slight scowl on her face. Wrinkles. Ugh. So many wrinkles. Crows feet was a smiles worst enemy. Maybe I should pick up some moisturizer for the poor woman, gods knows she needed it. Regardless, I kept my smile (although she definitely didn't) and approached the counter.

"Excuse me ma'am?" Madam Wrinkles peered over her glasses to look at me.

"No children are to check in without a parent or guardian little girl." Little? I almost scoffed at her. I mean I wasn't technically a teenager yet, but I was at least in double digits now. Nor was I actually that short thank you very much. Regardless I kept my smile on my face.

"My papa sent me ahead while he is picking up some food from the diner down the street." I layered my charm on thick with a sweet yet firm tone. "I have cash right here for you ma'am, can I please be checked into a room?" I asked kindly and slid the money on the counter, and while I didn't want to spend money on this, sometimes sacrifices had to be made. I could probably bum some cash off of random bystanders later. However the woman just scowled more and pushed the cash back at me over the counter.

"Little girl, if you want to check in then wait for your dad to come back." She threw her hand out over the counter and pointed her long, boney, and unpolished finger at one of the chairs in lobby. With a slight huff I walked back out of the door, without an actual parent around here I would have to make due with someone else. I just needed to find someone who could look the part. Giving a quick scan of the area… no one seemed appealing to fit the bill.

He's ugly… he's too old… he looks too creepy…

"Damn it all." I muttered to myself. Maybe my magical charm was drained a little too much from the bus driver. Might need to recharge a little. At that my stomach growled something fearsome. Thank the gods no one was around to hear that. Now that I think about it, I haven't eaten anything today.

I asked one of the men, the older one, where a diner was where I could get something to eat. Thankfully, there was one not far from the inn, so I didn't have to sweat in my clothes. I shuddered just thinking about it. I walked a little ways before walking into the diner which was pretty sanitary looking and the hostess here looked way nicer than the woman at the Inn. For starters the hostess had beautiful pink peek-a-boos in her blonde hair, and her make-up was on point! The amount of respect I had for this lady was already through the roof when I walked over to her.

"Can I please be seated at table, just one please." I said and she smiled and grabbed a menu and walked me over to a little two person booth near a window and set down the menu.

"Your server will be with you in just a moment, so take your time with the menu." She walked back to her hostess area and I looked over the menu. Flipping straight to the lunch and dinner section because today I just wasn't feeling eggs and bacon. I flipped to the sandwiches and found a particularly good looking BLT on the menu, maybe I could ask to substitute the fries for a salad or fruit. Soon enough a teenaged boy walked over with a notepad to take my order. I smiled pleasantly at him.

"What can I get you today?" he asked in a slightly bored tone, and I did my best to keep my smile up. He was an okay looking guy with skater styled brown hair.

"I would like a lemonade, and I already picked out what I wanted on the menu. I want a BLT but instead of fries I would like some fruit." I watched him scribble down my order and with an eye roll, shuffled over to place my order. He came back shortly after with a full glass of lemonade that was abruptly placed down on my table, causing some of it to spill and he shambled back over towards the kitchen like a mindless zombie. "Rude." I huffed to myself and snagged a napkin from the table and cleaned up his mess and sipped on my lemonade.

After waiting for what felt like a little too long for my food to arrive at my table I was pleased to see that he clearly wasn't the one who put it together. The bread was lightly toasted and bacon, lettuce, and tomato were all assembled in an orderly fashion that actually made the meal look worthy of being eaten. The fruit wasn't anything that special, it looked like some cut up watermelon, strawberries, and a few grapes in a small ceramic bowl. None the less it would do, so with a slight wave at the Zombie who huffed and continued shuffling through the diner I ate my lunch in peace.

After about twenty minutes I had received my bill by Zombie and I gave him a sweet smile.

"Would you mind paying for this instead? I'm a little short on cash." I asked sweetly. Zombie's eye widened and lit up a little and he gave me a nod, and took the check and went over to the cash register, and I took the opportunity to slip out.

I was back and swinging. Time to see Madam Wrinkles again. I slugged my pink duffle over my shoulder and marched back over to the Lake Side Inn for round two with the woman behind the counter. She peered over her glasses at me again and repeated to me what she had said earlier.

"I spoke to my dad, and he really doesn't have the time to come all the way over here, please just check me in, and I promise I'll be back with my dad later." I pleaded. I was really not in the mood to be turned away by this woman again. Luckily, she gave me a crooked smile, and slid over the key to a vacant room, and I gave her the cash, and was on my merry way to the room.

The room looked properly put together. Clean. I locked my door and placed my duffle by the bed and walked to the other one and plopped down on it, exhaling a sigh of relief. I'm here. Finally. I sat up and walked to the vanity and once again smoothed out my hair and clothes and readjusted my dove hair clip for the millionth time.

Why are you so nervous Camilla? Get your head straight. He's just a person.

My inner self was tapping her foot at me and was anxious and ready to go. So was I.

But what if he rejects me again…

I tried not to think of that possibility as I went rummaging in the duffel and pulled out my laptop to send an email to Mattie, letting him know I made it and I'll send him another update later tonight. Looking at the time it was 3:53pm. Maybe I should stay in and look in the morning. I'm tired, and worn, and I'm not even 100% sure where to start.

No!

I shook my head and lightly slapped my cheeks, because camp did not raise me to be a wuss! I threw off my jacket and dug through my duffle bag until I found a light blue journal with a dove on the cover. Flipping through the pages I looked at the lead that was left for me by Mattie, and so far there were two names I could look for to lead me to John. Agent Plant and Agent Page? Mattie said that yesterday there was an incident that had happened the night before that classifies as 'weird', and apparently my grandpa chases weird stuff across the country under fake names. Not like that's completely not strange and a little unsettling, even if that's how I came into the picture to begin with.

Well if he likes weird then I'll probably stay with him forever because weird doesn't even begin to cover the stuff that happens in my life. Thank the gods I'm in cabin 10, because I don't think I could handle the stress of being in cabin 3.

With that… pleasing thought, I flagged down one of the hotel staff members to ask about the area and as it turns out this is the only inn in this little town so finding Agent Page or Plant may have become a lot easier than expected. All I needed to do is figure out if there was someone staying here with those names or under "Winchester". So I decided to bide my time until the woman at the front desk switched out with someone else, and let me tell you that was a bit of a wait. Soon enough there was an older man at the counter and with a little... prodding… I found out that there is no one at this Inn with those names. Not even a John. Feeling a little disgruntled I continued my search in town now that plan proved to be too easy to work.

I checked local diners, downtown, the library, anywhere I could think of to try and catch Plant and Page. Zilch. Nada. Nothing. My frustrations grew higher, as I tried to think. Agents Plant and Page, where ever could you two be? Agents… Like FBI agents? Why would FBI be in town? I remember one of the Athena kids talking about how FBI gets asked to help on weird or extreme cases from the local police. Maybe I should try the police station? That was a little too risky. Cops have proven to be a little too difficult to influence in the past, and I didn't need to be escorted back to Long Island… How else can I find out why FBI is in town… The idea hit me like Zeus' thunderbolt.

I hastened back over to the local library and fished around for the latest edition of the towns newspaper, and tore through it, searching for any weird deaths, or missing persons case, and I found it. A man claimed to be attacked by man that acted like a wild animal, and killed his two brothers late at night at their construction site for new houses. Then there was the woman whose husband was killed by an old woman yesterday morning, and the whole town seemed to be losing it. Agents Page and Plant have offered their assistance to help local police to solve this case.

Gotcha!

I grinned and hurried down towards the hospital in town, maybe they were there or if they weren't, regardless I was sure the doctors there knew where they were staying. You know, in case they needed to contact the Agents. It felt like things were really starting to fall in place for me, and maybe by sometime tonight I could find my grandpa.

Or these guys are not who you think they are and it is a dead end, again.

I shook my head in protest. No, no, no let's not think about that. I am so close. This is the first time I've ever actually found that the fake names are in town! This is the first time I wasn't two days behind them, and having to start all over. No! I'm here, and they're here.

Mom, if this ends up being my mortal family I swear I will sacrifice my favorite scarf and a whole pie to you tonight!

With that cheery thought I continued my stride into the hospital doors and walked up to the front desk of the hospital where a pretty blonde was sitting. I mean that girl had perfect white blonde hair that pretty blue eyes. Maybe I could change my hair to match that color? I always wanted to have a different shade of blonde. A golden color like Apollos or maybe the white gold that the nurse had, but no, I have murky blonde hair. Thanks.

"Excuse me miss?" I began with as I approached the counter. Luna Lovegood turned her head towards me and her curls framed her face perfectly. Ah! So much respect!

"Are you the little girl whose Grandma was brought in today? Those Agents were looking for you." Luna asked me and I struggled for a moment on how to answer that. While I could say yes and have a quick access to the Agents that didn't seem right. If a Grandma was in the hospital and they were looking for the Granddaughter then things could be serious...

"No ma'am," I decided that there are times and places to pretend to be someone else, but that was not right now. "I do need to talk to those Agents though. Are they here or if they aren't do you know where I can find them? Please Miss. It's important." I urged and couldn't help that the charm worked its way into my voice.

She sifted through her notes to find an address or contact info for the Agents and wrote down where she knows the Agents are staying, and handed over the note. I gratefully took it, thanked her and tried to calmly but excitedly jog out the door.

GOT YOU!

My mind was bursting with all the questions I've come up with over the past ten years. It turned out they were staying in a motel out of town, but it wasn't too far away. I got back to my room, and immediately searched for the next bus-I know, disgusting-to said town. Unfortunately the universe really enjoys foiling my plans and the buses stopped running at 7:00PM, and currently it was 7:13PM. Maybe that's what I get for complaining about the bus seats, so that left me with the option to hitch a ride to that town. Or to walk. Wonderful.

Walking was out of the question, who knows how long that would take, and I have this duffle to carry around. I silently scolded myself for packing so many clothes. Hitchhiking it is. I packed my duffle again and slipped outside and scanned the parking lot for someone near their car. Which was a little harder than I initially anticipated, because it was the trick of finding someone who wasn't creepy looking and didn't have a whole family with them. One person to charm speak was cake, two was a little difficult, but three? I didn't have nearly enough practice to do something like that and I doubt it would last long anyways. Then, my eyes landed on a a guy that was handsome enough to be graced with my presence. I fluffed my hair and sashayed over to him as he was putting his bag in his car.

"Excuse me mister, I've sort of found myself in a bit of a pickle." I said as I walked over to him, he was a teenager, probably only a few years older than me and he looked at me with disinterest.

"What happened?" he asked with slight disinterest. Well I would have to change that, even if it was only for a moment.

"I missed my bus, and I'm supposed to meet my dad in the next town over. He's gonna kill me if I'm not there soon. Could you please give me a lift there? It's only about ten minutes away." Once again letting the magic flow into my words. I didn't have time to let this guy say no. Luckily enough I saw his eyes sort of light up in a way and he smiled at me.

Hook, line, and sinker.

"Sure, hop on in. I'm Travis." Oh man, he did have to ruin his good looks with that name. Suddenly all I could think of were the Stoll Brothers at camp and this guy was a little less cute than before. Regardless I had places to be and he was offering -more like coerced into offering- me a ride now so lets get on with it shall we?

"Thank you so much! I'm Camilla." I offered as I walked around his car and got into the passenger seat as he was closing the drivers door. Like I had predicted the car ride to the next town over was only like ten minutes, and it helped that he was speeding a little, and trying to have a conversation. Most of which wasn't that interesting, a lot of where are you from? What does your dad do? I'm on the football team. Blah blah blah. You know that kind of stuff. Although not to say that he was flirty with me, and honestly that was fine. He was a little too old anyhow and I was only twelve.

Soon enough I was hopping out of his car and waving goodbye as he drove back to the town I met him in. Turning around I looked at the motel he dropped me off at and smiled. Here it was. I walked inside and it was a downgrade from the hotel I was staying at prior. The walls were dingy and everything looked like you would want to touch it with a gloved hand. None the less I smiled and made my way to the counter where a young man was standing.

Here I come John Winchester. I'm here whether you want me to be or not!

Authors Note/Trivia:

Thank you for reading the first chapter and we hope that you enjoyed it. The next update will be on Nov. 13th 2018. As promised here is a question to the readers and here is a bit of trivia.

Question: what episode and season of Supernatural do you think this takes place in?

Trivia:

1. Camilla's birthday is in April 18, and that month that is supposed to be sacred to the planet Venus. Making her an Aries. (Ironic isn't it?)