A/n: Ok, so I only got into Supernatural like last year so I keep up by watching my friend's DVDs. I only finished Season 2 tonight actually so I'm not fully caught up and I'm not exactly sure what happens later on in the show. Anyway, in this story, Dean and Sam are NOT fugitives so they are not being looked for. I made my own spirit too. I'm not the best so please don't be mean. Comments and reviews are nice though. =)

John's Secret

"Dean……Dean…….DEAN!"

"What I miss?"

It was around noon on a sunny Tuesday in Pismo Beach, California. The Winchester brothers spent the night in the motel room they rented for the week. Sam has been up for about 2 hours, researching multiple deaths that have happened on the beach in the past few months. Dean was still sound asleep in his bed, sprawled out with half the sheets on him and the other half hanging off the bed. When Sam screamed at him, he was startled and ended up rolling off the bed before looking over it and responding with 'What I miss?' Sam rolled his eyes before continuing.

"All of the victims of these deaths were around 20 years of age. Witnesses of the deaths have all said the same thing about every one. The victims all looked out to the water with a dazed look and decided to go in as far as they could until they drowned." Sam looked back at his laptop and started typing away.

"Can you find the first person to die on that beach?" Dean stood up and grabbed the closest T-shirt. He took a sniff, decided it was clean, and put it on. "Maybe it's a spirit haunting the beach."

"That's what I'm trying to find now." Sam heard the jingle of keys and was blinded by sunlight all of a sudden. He looked over at the door and saw Dean about to walk out. "Dean. Where are you going?"

Dean turned around and looked at his little brother. "I don't know about you Sammy, but I can't work on an empty stomach. Pack up the laptop and let's go. We'll find someplace with Wi-Fi or whatever you need to do your smart ass, college educated research." Sam rolled his eyes before closing the laptop and following Dean out to his beloved Impala.

The car started and Dean blasted the radio. Just a small town girl living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere. Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere.

"Nothing like a little Journey to start your day," Dean said with a grin, before joining in and singing along with his stereo.

"I'll have a cheeseburger with the works and 2 orders of fries," Dean ordered at the Diner him and Sam stopped in. The cashier gave him a receipt and asked for his name. "Winchester," he replied, before heading over to the table where Sam was sitting, doing more research. "Find anything?" He asked as he took a seat across from his brother.

"Not yet," Sam replied. He was intently reading an article on a girl who died in Pismo Beach 2 years ago.

"Winchester!" One of the cashiers called, looking at a receipt.

"They're fast," Dean said before getting up to get his food. He reached for the plate, but his hand was slapped before he could grab it. He looked next to him and saw a young, teenage girl standing with her arms crossed.

"That's my food," She replied, trying to stare Dean down.

"Unless you're name is Winchester, which I highly doubt it is, then it's not so back off little girl," Dean replied, while giving the girl a tiny shove on the shoulder.

"My name is Winchester. Christy Winchester. And I'm not a little girl, I'm 16 and I have my license. Now let me get my food." Christy grabbed the plate and walked away, leaving Dean to stand there and watch her walk away.

"Sam," Dean said as he walked back to their table, "Dad didn't have any brothers, did he?"

"Not that I know of. Why?" Sam asked, looking at Dean with a slightly confused face.

"See that girl?" Dean pointed at Christy, who was sitting by herself, reading a magazine, and eating her fries. Sam nodded. "Her last name is Winchester."

"Dean, I'm sure it's no relation. There are most likely other people in the world named Winchester." Sam went back to his research on Anna Longhill, the girl who died 2 years ago.

"I'm not so sure." Dean walked over to Christy and sat across from her.

"Can I help you?" She asked, looking at Dean with a rather annoyed expression.

"What is your father's name?" Dean asked.

"Why?"

"Just answer"

"Well, according to my mom, my biological father's name was John Winchester."

"Christy, right?" She nodded, now looking confused. "What happened to John?"

"Well, apparently he got my mom knocked up and then left using some lame excuse."

"Do you know the excuse?"

"I think it was something like he had to go hunting, but not a normal kind of hunting and he cared too much about my mom to take her with him and didn't want her getting hurt. I'm confused. Why do you want to know?"

"Winchester!" The cashier called again.

"Because I'm your half-brother," Dean said, before standing up to get his food.