Summary:
Bethany Winchester, sister to the Winchester brothers, fights everyday with the idea of leaving the life. So much had been lost and many lives were gone because of it; what else could possibly be waiting for her? But during a very strange case, Bethany finds herself face to face with the legendary president of the United States. Now she must find a way to get back to her own time while working alongside the vampire hunter to save the States from the bloodsuckers. Set during the SPN episode of Time and Time Again.

Disclaimer:
I do not own anything from the Supernatural show, or Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter. I do own my own character, Bethany Winchester.

Ask any supernatural being; the Winchester family is one to stay away from. Each member carries with them a very long list of beings they've destroyed along with a damn well endless list of everything they would do to make sure the other is safe and alive. It all started with John Winchester, the father. When he realized his oldest son was not going to pull through after an eighteen-wheel tractor-trailer slammed into their '67 Chevy Impala, John sold his soul for his son's health. Dean Winchester, the oldest sibling, knows this very well. When the youngest sibling's, Sam Winchester, spinal cord was severed by a comrade, Dean sold his soul with only one year to live. Though both Sam and Bethany Winchester failed at any attempts to save their brother, Dean came back with the help of angels. Yes angels, God's warriors. This shouldn't have come to a surprise to the siblings after everything that had already been through, but Castiel was too real to not believe in.

For years the Winchester siblings had been through hell and back. But no matter what happened to them, Bethany continued to stay 'Switzerland' between her brothers. Usually it's what the middle child would do, but when it came to the two brothers, their fights were like World War III; eventually she had to pick a side. The worst fight was when their father and Sam had a big fight. Both Dean and Beth were on their father's side leaving Sam to fend for himself. She'd never admit it, but Bethany admired the way Sam stood up to their father and made a new, normal life. The life of a hunter wasn't a choice; it was forced upon them. If it were up to her, Bethany would have had the 'cookie-cutter' life; a normal life with normal people - a normal job and normal friends. But no matter how hard Bethany tried to live that life, the supernatural always fought back in. It also didn't help that her older brother needed help finding their father after he mysteriously disappeared.

Sucking Sam back into the life was a fight the brother and sister had for weeks. Dean continued with his irrational argument stating that Sam needed to help because it was their father; what if something happened? Bethany, however, fought for Sam's normalcy as much as she could but eventually lost the fight. Though very many good came out of Sam joining his siblings, there were also too many losses; great people caught in the crossfire. But that was the life. Some people died and some people got saved.

And it wasn't any different when evening fell.

Night came earlier than any of the siblings had expected. The entire day was filled with driving along the macadam road following white and yellow lines while listening (and singing along) to Black Sabbath. Both Sam and Bethany grew tired of the cassette – mostly because it was about the millionth time they were listening to the album, but it was also due to the extreme fatigue washing over them. Dean Winchester pulled into a motel parking lot as he watched his little sister yawn in the rearview mirror. Her light eyes brightened up with the thought of sleep. Lately the only shuteye she received was half an hour here and, if she was lucky, an hour there. The brunette's mind was always buzzing wildly with unimportant thoughts. Being the middle child, the mediator, to the Winchester brothers wasn't a fairly easy occupation. On top of hunting demons, vampires, werewolves and recently Leviathans, Beth forcefully played referee to her brothers.

The motel room looked like every other they had conned their way into. Two very uncomfortable beds, one television that the brothers would eventually fight over, one table that would be occupied by Sam and his trusty laptop and one bathroom that looked and smelled like it hadn't been cleaned in a month. All these charming qualities had gone unnoticed by the Winchester family since the trio had grown accustomed to them. The only difference to the motel room this time around was Sam walking toward the bed and Dean shuffling to the table. This, the sister found, was odd but said nothing as she made her way to the unoccupied bed. Throwing her bag by the foot, Beth fell onto the mattress and let out a soft sigh. Every muscle in her body thanked her for the opportunity to stretch out, but her mind had a different plan. 'Sorrow will not change your shameful deeds; do well best, someone else has better seen.' Lyrics from Evil Woman buzzed through her mind as she lay still with her head on the rock hard pillow.

Just as Beth felt herself slowly slip into dream world, she was woken by the sound of an obnoxious cellular tone. Her little brother reached for the phone as Beth groaned, rolling over. 'Whatever it is, it better be important,' she mentally threatened, throwing the blanket over her face. It seemed sleep was never on the poor woman's side, and because of that she was getting crankier by the day. And as she tiredly sat up, she was met with Sam on the phone and Dean's face illuminated by the computer screen. "Boy, don't you look like sleeping beauty," Dean commented, earning a middle finger from his sister. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, Beth watched her young brother.

As Sam spoke to Sheriff Mills on the other line, both Dean and Beth grew interested in the conversation when he agreed something was 'our kind of number'. Averting her gaze to Dean, the siblings shared a shrug before turning their attention back to Sam. Closing his phone, Sam announced a possible case given from the Sheriff. She had to admit, Beth found it weird; then again her entire life was society's definition of 'weird'.

"I feel bad - we didn't get her anything," Dean replied sounding more sarcastic than sincere. Beth couldn't blame him; Bobby's death took a toll on all of them. But she knew Dean was taking it harder than anyone. Losing his best friend then father figure – Beth didn't understand how he was still walking and talking.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this but I hope you're watching cartoon smut." Stopping mid-stand, Beth looked to her brothers in disgust.

"And this is why I wish I had a sister," Beth mumbled as she made her way to the bathroom. While Sam and Dean continued their conversation, the sister shut the door behind her. Two brothers, motel rooms and shitty cars; was this the life she was meant for? Questions of similar topics have haunted her for years – ever since she found out the love of her life was actually a vampire. Three years together and never once did she suspect a thing. That was until her father called her up one night claiming he urgently needed her help with Dean. Racing to the location he gave, Beth was shocked to see Richard tied up – fangs protruding. It was Beth who killed her beloved and it was also her decision to join her father and brother in their quest to hunt monsters once again. For a split second Beth wondered what her life would be like if her father hadn't revealed the beast Richard was. Would everyone they ever lost be alive? Would Richard? Would she even be alive? Letting out a strenuous sigh, Beth shook her head. "I really shouldn't be alone with my thoughts."

Stepping out from the bathroom, she watched as her brothers finished packing up what little they had. "Leaving already?" Beth inquired; disappointment in her voice. Sam answered her while he swung his bag over his broad shoulder while mumbling about a case. "But I barely got any sleep," the sister protested, almost childish.

"Then you can stay and find your own way there."

"Fine." Beth let out a sigh as she walked to the door. "Don't get your big mammoth panties in a bunch."

-X- -X- -X-

In the car, Beth was finally able to get some sleep after threatening to destroy all of Dean's cassettes. Her light green eyes were revealed to the world after the car had stopped in front of an old abandoned house. "Well this looks nice," Dean commented. The house looked to have been left in the lurch for years with a fence in front of it claiming 'no trespassers'. "Check 'round back?" Sam nodded and they were off once again.

Once inside the house, Beth felt the need to Purell her hands every fifteen seconds. "There's a semi-functioning bathroom and one unranced bedroom." Sam stood in front his siblings, a look of disgust on his face.

"Define 'semi-functioning' and do not use the words 'hole in the floor'." Beth had gotten pretty tired of improvising her bathrooms – sometimes she wished she was a man during those times. Unfortunately for her, Sam didn't respond with words but merely with a proposition of the game rock, paper, scissors. Already knowing the outcome, Beth put her hands up, ready to play. The brother and sister looked to Dean as he rolled his eyes. Following his sibling's pursuit, they began – both Sam and Beth winning. Giving a groan, Dean walked away as Beth and Sam packed their things.

-X- -X- -X-

"Kids playing hide and seek found the body," Sam explained, opening the case file.

"Wow. Very King Tut," Dean said while looking to the case picture, taking the folder from his brother's hands.

"Yeah, so this is where the witness to the assault lives." Following Sam's gaze, Beth looked to the half blue painted house. "But cops are calling him an unreliable witness." With both his brother and sister's stares on him, Sam shrugged. "Let's find out." The siblings walked to the front door and knocked, patiently waiting for an answer. All three knew the protocol on how to handle interviews with witnesses. Half the time Beth wrestled with the thought of actually getting into the police force so it would be much easier to obtain evidence and information with a real badge – but with everything that had happened and her face on the FBI's most wanted, the hunter knew that slightly delusional thought would be just that. Almost instantly the door opened revealing a blue eyed, dark-haired man wrapped in a blanket. Immediately they introduced themselves as false agents, like they've done for the past couple of years now. While the men talked, Beth looked around the house, looking for anything suspicious. During her inspection, Beth listened to the man and automatically concluded he was on some kind of medication; she didn't want to assume he was naturally born an idiot. Luckily for the woman the interview only lasted a minute or two more before they were able to walk off.

Back at their place of temporary residence, Sam researched on his laptop as Dean and Beth searched through books, all coming up empty. But little Sammy did find something interesting. "Canton, Ohio – turns out its kind of a hot spot for weird dead bodies. Here are a few news achieves." He moved the screen to Dean and Beth. "Not exactly reporting mummies but still – 1928, three deaths cited as spontaneous combustion. Body is, quote, shriveled despite no signs of fire. '74, three bodies found with leathery decay. Uh – '57 three more. Severe dehydration. But this time, one made the front page. Girl named Terry Cervantes found a corpse near her church." Maximizing the picture, Beth leaned in to get a better look.

"Any pattern here other than the location?" Dean asked as he sat back in his seat – drinking a beer.

"Random vics, random years. But they seem to drop in threes."

"That's two down, one to go." Leaning forward, Dean placed his beer on the table before taking the laptop from his little brother. Both Beth and Sam exchanged confused glances.

"Are you going to look at more anime or are you strictly into Dick now?" Beth asked with an amused smirk. Dean flashed her a glare before typing away on the laptop. Within mere seconds, Dean was able to bring up live local camera feeds – shocking his siblings.

"How'd you do that?" Sam inquired, slightly stunned.

"Little tutorial from Frank," Dean answered with a smile. "Don't worry; we'll pretend this never happened." Beth raised a brow at her cocky brother before looking to the screen. "Now, mummy numero dos was found at the Gas n' Sip near Main Street." As he spoke, Dean typed and brought up the live broadcasts.

"You need to teach me that trick," Sam insisted before Dean pointed out the prep. Quickly Sam took the laptop away and brought up an old newspaper picture. Comparing the photo and the video feed was almost too easy; it was the same person.

"He hasn't aged a day, has he? All right, if he's been popping up for decades now then somebody's bound to know who he is, right? Is there any chance Terry is still local?"

It turned out she was. Terry was a doctor at the local hospital. While Dean and Sam interviewed Terry, Beth stayed behind. There were no lights illuminating the room she was laying in and the only sounds she heard were the passing vehicles from the outside world. Lying on her back, the woman stared up at the ceiling. Finally she was alone and still she couldn't bring herself to leave. It wasn't like she had very many items to pack to hold her down. No – it was her father's voice in her head that hindered her actions. 'Take care of your brothers, Bethany. Without you they'd probably end up killing each other.' Family was very important to Beth but the job was starting to be just that – a job.

She used to love traveling state to state looking for cases and monsters to murder. Saving people was the 'pay' she'd receive and she loved it. But now, after losing the love of her life, her father, her best friend Jo, Castiel and Bobby – she didn't know how much more she could take. For weeks she was planning on leaving; mentally battling with reasoning and doubt in her mind. Just packing up her things and putting as much distance between the life and herself seemed like a great idea every time she thought about it. But whenever she'd gotten a chance to do so, something always stopped her.

"Bethany!" Hearing her older brother's voice booming from the lower level brought her thoughts back to reality. Getting to her feet, she made her way down the stairs and came to a shirtless Dean. Shielding her eyes, Beth held back her vomit.

"Really Dean?" she whined, walking to the other room.

"What? I need to change," he defended, annoyed. "Besides it's not like you haven't seen anything before."

"Yeah thanks for reminding me about that time in Rhode Island; remind me to scratch my eyes out later." Hearing a laugh from Sam's mouth forced her to make a face.

"Hey, at least it wasn't full frontal," Dean added as he entered the same room as his sister, fully clothed in his hunting clothes.

"Can we change the topic to, oh I don't know, what you guys found out?" Beth insisted, massaging her forehead with her fingers.

"Mr. Snider," Sam answered with a nod. "And we know where he lives."

"All right, then let's get going," Beth suggested, clapping her hands together.

Author's Note:
I would like to take this time to say thank you for reading this. I know that everyone has lives, but just taking the time to read this story – I really appreciate it. Please, if you may/can review and let me know what you thought about the first chapter? What are your thoughts on Bethany? Are you anxious to find out how in the world I'm going to combine the amazing stories of Supernatural and Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter? Anything that you can think of, that'd be great.

Again, thank you for reading.
Julie Jay xoxo