It was a quiet day for Sam and Dean. They were resting in their motel room after a successful vampire hunt.
"Sam!" Dean said.
"What?" Sam responded, sounding annoyed.
"We need more food."
Sam sighed. "What do you want?"
"A burger and french fries from that fast food place a few blocks over. And pie."
Sam made his way to the door and picked up the keys to the Impala. He walked out the room, breathing in the fresh air. He realized he hadn't left the room all day. Sam unlocked the car, turned on the ignition, and drove to the nearest fast food place.
Ding!
Sam walked up to the cashier. "Can I get a burger, french fries, and some pie?"
"For here or to go?" the lady asked.
"To go," Sam responded. The lady walked off and told the employees in the back the order. The building was almost empty. He leaned against the small wall that separated the seating area from the ordering counter. While Sam was still waiting for them to fill the order, a teenage girl walked in. She was no older than fifteen, by Sam's judgment, and had short light brown hair. Or dirty blonde. He didn't know. She walked up to the counter and ordered something that Sam couldn't hear. The girl walked towards Sam and leaned on the same wall he was leaning on. He couldn't help but notice that she was frequently taking glances at him.
"What?" Sam asked.
"What do you mean what?" she responded.
"You keep looking at me."
"Uh," she couldn't think of what to say. "Sorry."
"No, no. It's fine," Sam said. "Um, Sam." he extended his hand for her to shake.
"Rowan," she replied, shaking his hand.
"Sam Winchester!" the cashier called.
"That's me," Sam said. "But it was nice meeting you."
"You, too," Rowan said.
Sam walked up to the counter, grabbed the bag of food, and waved goodbye to the kid, and she waved back.
"Yes! Food," Dean said as Sam entered the room. "You got the pie?"
"I didn't forget the pie this time, Dean," Sam joked.
"Yeah, this time," Dean said as he started eating.
An hour had passed and Dean had finished eating, Sam had taken a shower, and now they were watching cartoons.
Knock. Knock.
Sam and Dean flinched at the sound of beating on the door. Dean grabbed his knife and slowly approached the door. He opened the door with the most extreme caution that a guy over six feet could manage.
"Hi. I'm here to see Sam," a girl that Dean didn't recognize said.
"Who are you?" Dean asked sternly.
"I'm Rowan. Um, I met Sam at the fast and food place earlier."
"Why are you here?" Dean said.
"Oh. Uh, he dropped this over there." She handed him a small bottle labeled Holy Water in messy handwriting. Dean quickly snatched it out of her hand before shoving it in his pocket.
"Thanks," he quickly said. Then he closed the door on her.
"Dean!" Sam said.
"What?" Dean replied.
Sam just rolled his eyes.
Knock Knock
"What!" Dean said, sounding very annoyed.
"Can I talk to Sam?" Rowan looked annoyed, too.
"Why?" Dean said.
"Dean!" Sam snapped back.
"Hey, Sam!" Rowan happily said as she peered around Dean.
"You can come in," Sam said.
"No!" Dean interrupted.
"I actually thought we could talk outside," she said, ignoring Dean.
"Hold on a second!" Dean slammed the door in Rowan's face again. "You can't just go and talk to some kid by yourself!" Dean said, speaking low so that Rowan couldn't hear him.
"And that kid can't just walk into some guy's crappy motel room by herself!" Sam argued.
"Fine, but take this." Dean handed Sam the demon knife.
"Fine." Sam shoved it in his pocket.
Sam opened the door and walked outside.
"Hey!" Rowan said.
"Hey," Sam responded. He closed the door behind him. "So what did you want to talk about?"
"Oh, yeah. That," she said. "It's probably nothing, but I had to ask. Winchester?"
"What about it?" Sam asked.
"That's your real name?" She looked curious and hopeful, but not desperate for answers.
"Um, yeah. Sam Winchester," he said.
All of a sudden Rowan's eyes opened wide. She was shocked, surprised, and confused all at the same time.
"Wow," she said under breath. She looked down and started running her fingers through her hair.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
"Winchester," she said under her breath.
"What's so special about my name?" he said.
"I think I'm your kid, Sam."