So Sue Me

The Deal

August 10, 2004

At the tender age of 16, Margot Franklin was the unknown sister of Sam and Dean Winchester. Their father had been on a job in a run of the mill town back in 1989 and had a one night stand with a beautiful woman who had reminded him of his late wife, Mary. After he had found out about the little girl a year after she was born, John made it a point to come back to that small town in Virginia to see her and her mother every now and then. That had stopped a few months after Margot had turned 6 and she had never seen her wayward father ever again. Today was the day of her mother’s funeral and Margot had never felt so alone in her entire life. 

Her mother had always been the one there for her. Always the one that Margot could turn to when she needed anything. She knew no other family and only had vague memories of a man that she had once called father. She had no idea what she would do without her mother and the deep seated panic in her chest threatened to rise up as she sat in the pews of the funeral home. People she hardly knew were scattered around the small room and Margot could just see the pale skin of her mother in the coffin at the front of the room. 

“Everything will be alright dear,” A woman said as she sat down next to the dark haired young woman. This was Pamela Ford, the only other person in the room that Margot had truly spent time with. The older woman had been their neighbor for as long as Margot could remember. “I can make arrangements so that you can come live with me if you would like? At least until you can decide to go back to your old home?” 

“Can I think about it?” Margot asked the grey headed woman and Pamela smiled and gave her a quick nod. She felt terrible for the poor thing. Margot had never had many friends of her own and preferred to sit in silence or read with the neighborhood stray animals. The girl had a heart of gold and Pamela knew that she would one day do something great with herself. 

“Of course you can dear.” Out of the corner of her eye she saw the priest that had spoken for Margot’s mother approaching them. He cleared his throat to announce himself and smiled gently down at Margot when she looked at him. 

“Are you ready?” He asked and Margot took a deep steadying breath then nodded. She knew what came next. They would drive to the cemetery at the end of town and they would finally put her mother into the ground. Margot stood from the pew and walked past the older man. She needed to say goodbye at least one more time before she never saw her mother again. Margot reached out and curled her hand around her mother’s cold ones and let a few tears slip past. She stared at her mother’s face and tried her hardest to remember every detail that she could in the short amount of time she had. 

Finally, she turned to Pamela and the Priest and gave them both a shaky smile, “Yeah, I’m ready.” 

Later, after Pamela had driven them both home, Margot locked herself away in her room and would not speak to anyone for weeks on end. Unknown to Pamela the young girl had taken to trying to remember anything that had to do with her forgetful father. Margot remembered very little of him, but the few things that stood out to her was his talk of how monsters were real. She had overheard him talking to her mother one night about how he could not come back because he had to find the thing that killed someone close to him. That had been the last night that she had seen her father. 

As the years went by, Margot dedicated her time in learning everything there was about the monsters that roamed the world. While learning, she also spent much of her time praying that her father would come back for her. When that did not work, Margot would resort to breaking the law to try and find out anything about her father’s whereabouts.  It was now two years after the death of her mother and Margot had finally found the solution that she needed to find her family since nothing else had ever worked for her. It was either do this or quit, and Margot never gave up.