The snow was just barely coming down at St. Mary's hospital in Georgia and it had been the forth time that Carita had been sent there in a month's time. Carita ran through the halls of the emergency wing, looking for the sign of life that she needed to see, looking desperately for a face that she knew so well. The weather was what had kept her away from St. Mary's much longer then it should have- snow was an unusual thing for Carita to drive through- especially while going over a hundred down a highway where the speed limit is fifty- in good weather. There were chunks of nice melting in her hair as she found the room that she was looking for at the end of the hall.

" You cannot go in there right now, Miss. She is in a critical state." A woman in a pink shirt said as she tried to lead Carita out of the room.

" Screw you, I am going in there and being by my mom's side no matter what you say! I am her only family!" Carita shouted as she shoved past the nurse and into the room beside her mother. " You foolish woman, I told you that I would get someone to come and help you!" She held her mother's hand tightly.

Carita had known the risks to her mothers job- known that she needed someone to go with her into this trip- and begged her mother to just wait one day. Carita knew that her mother could not take down a whole nest of vampires out on her own, no hunter could. It would have been foolish to think that anyone could do that, she begged and begged, but her mother had just given her a burn phone and told her to call Bobby Singer in two days if she was not back by then. It was the same line that she had gotten every time her mother went out on another hunt, it had always been like this, since the day Carita had been born. She had refused to take orders though, called up every hunter that she could think of until she had come to one that knew her mother and would come to help, though it had been too late.

" Miss, you really need to get out of here." The nurse tried once again.

" If you even think about taking me away from my mother I will scream at the top of my lungs and will not stop until I am back by her side. So I would not even think about trying." Carita hissed as she gripped tighter onto her mothers hand. Her mother's heart starting to come back to normal. " Thatta girl. Common Mom."

Carita had been a hunter's child since she was born, nothing more than just that. Carita had been left from place to place when she was a toddler and could not take care of herself, but when she came to age, it was time for her to pick up slack for herself. She learned at a young age what it felt like to hold a gun in her hands, to learn to shoot, and most importantly what to kill and what to not kill. From trashy motel room in one state to another, Carita stuck by her mothers side. But this was different, Carita knew her mother, knew how much she could take, and this was more than anything any woman could handle.

" Is this the daughter?" A man asked at the doorway.

" Common Mom, you can make it, common." Carita cooed to her mother.

" Yes, Doctor." The nurse said as she went to another room.

" Miss Dixon, we need to speak." The doctor said as he walked into the room.

" Can it wait just a little, my mom seems like she's coming to, just a little." Carita smiled as she looked at her mom.

" That's what we need to speak about." The doctor said lightly.

Carita sat in the OR waiting room for what seemed like hours before two figures walked into the room, they looked like they had been through hell to get here. They were hunters, it was something that Carita could tell now, it was something in the shoulders that made her know it. One was much taller than the other, with long brown hair and looked shocked when he entered the room. The other was shorted with shorter hair and a leather jacket on. Carita stood and walked over to the two, knowing who they were before she even spoke to them.
" Winchesters right? Sam and Dean?" She asked as she put her hand out for them to shake.

" Um yeah, is Valerie here?" The taller one asked.

" Well not really here, she's in one of the surgery rooms, I'm Carita." She shook hands with each of them.

" Oh, what's wrong with her?" The tall one named Sam asked.

" Well she went into the nest without you two and now has a collapsed rib cage with her ribs poking holes into her lungs. They also nearly drained her as well." Carita tried to sound normal, tried to sound like a hunter should over this matter, but was failing and could feel herself choking up.

" I'm sorry to hear that." Sam said lightly.

" I am as well." Carita whispered.

" How do you know Valerie?" The shorter one named Dean asked with a dark tone.

" Well she's kind of my mom." Carita said with a smile, she very interested with Dean.

" No way!" Sam laughed a little as Dean nearly threw himself into a chair.

" How old are you?" Dean asked coldly as Sam looked at the girl.

" Sixteen." Carita said lightly.

" Is the dad in the picture?" Sam asked.

" No. Never has been either." Carita looked from Sam's face to Dean's.

" Shit." Dean said as he hit his head off the back wall.

" What is all of this about?" Carita asked.

" Do you know how much longer your mom will be out for?" Sam asked as he grabbed a hold of Dean's shoulder.

" They said about twenty if it goes well." Carita said as she looked down at her shoes. " They said that about an hour ago."

" Well we'll be back in-"
" No! Please, stay here, I mean I need to get some things from my car, make some calls, you could stay here encase they come out? I will only be a few minutes, please? It would mean a lot to me." Carita asked, looking at Dean.

" Sure." Dean said with a smile as Carita thanks them and walked out of the room, walking a little away before coming back to behind the door. Curiosity beating out her common sense.

" Dean you said that it was the best weekend of your life, that it was sixteen years ago, that does not just make her you kid." Sam said to his brother.

" No, but did you see her man, she looked like me more then I even look like me! I mean think about it, we were both on the road, a lot, we both did not have a lot of time to ourselves, it was months later till I got laid next!" Dean paced around the room. " She even dresses like me! Man, that kid is mine and I didn't even know she existed before a few minutes ago! Why do you think that Val would not come out and tell me, hell, even call me would have been better than just not telling me at all!"

" Maybe because she didn't want you in the girls life because being a single hunter mom was better than having her split from motel to motel with you involved." Sam nearly asked his brother.

" But I had a right to know that I was someone's father. I mean there is a right there, somewhere, that I should know, right?" Dean asked, looking back at his brother.

" I don't know man, I mean, I guess she should have called and told you, but she didn't have to tell you anything. Besides there is still the chance that she is not yours." Sam was trying to help his brother.

" No, she's mine." Carita walked nearly ran down the halls once again, her heel's clicking on the marble flooring as she ran until she was outside once again.

The snow had picked up and all of the cars were not covered in a sheet of white. Carita smiled as she looked up to the sky and noticed that there seemed to be no end to the snow. She moved quickly, the cold getter to her, as she walked through the snow to her car. It was parked near the back of the parking lot, also knowing she was still learning to park and in a big hurry, she stayed far away from cars. She smiled as she came up to her dark blue, '69 Ford Mustang. She unlocked it quickly and got the cracked the heat on before checking her phone to find four missed calls.

" Shit." Carita whispered as she knew who they were all from. Daryl. She laughed a little as she deleted all of the calls without even listening to them and called him back.

" Hello?" The dark male voice called through the other end of the phone.

" Do you know what it means to be ignored?" Carita asked playfully.

" Well when you do not answer your phone calls and text me saying that you have to go to the hospital, it really gets me worried." Daryl said lightly through the other end of the phone.

" Sorry, it's not for me at all, promise." She smiled lightly.

" It never is now is it? What is wrong with her this time?" Daryl asked, she could hear in his voice that he had been asleep just a few minutes before.

" Collapsed ribs and blood loss. They think that she got jumped while walking back to the motel from the drug store." Carita lied through her teeth.

" Do they think that she will be okay?" Daryl asked, he was so light, Carita could feel that he was very far out of his comfort zone.

" They think that she may, but they really doubt it." Carita whispered, she was on the verge of tears once again. " The doctor says that I should start making plans, Daryl." Carita said as a tear dropped to the side of her face.

" Where are you right now?" He asked, she could hear that he was getting changed.

" No, you really don't have to come, I will be fine." She sniffled into the phone.

" Where are you?" He hissed.

" St. Mary's, just outside of Ft. Benning." Carita sighed out. " Come in the morning though, we won't know anything until then so it would just be better if you came then."

" No, I'm not just going to leave you alone with a whole bunch of people that you don't know! No way in hell am I going to do that to you Car, now just give me an hour and I will be there." Daryl whispered into the phone.

" Daryl?" Carita could not help but to let the tears fall now.

" What is it, Love?" He said so lightly she could barely hear it over the noises that were coming from her.

" I think that I found my father." Carita said, looking through the rows of cars.

" What?" Daryl sounded almost as shocked as she was with those words.

" Yeah, I mean I think that I did, he thinks that I'm his." Carita said lightly. " Come in the morning I will tell you everything then."

" Is he with you right now?" Daryl asked, she could hear him zippering up his jacket.

" No, I'm in my car, he's inside of the house waiting on the news about my mother." Carita rolled her window down and let her hand catch snowflakes.

" Car, what have I told you, you know that it is not safe for a pretty girl like you to be out at night like this, now go inside where someone can watch over you till I get there." Daryl said, she could hear doors opening and being slammed shut. " I'll be there soon."

" What did I just say? What until morning man you guys really-"
" Carita!" Daryl shouted into the phone.

" What?" She jumped in her car, hitting her head off of the roof. " Fuck!"

" Hit your hear again?" Daryl laughed a little.

" Yeah you son of a bitch, now tell me what you were going to say." She hissed.

" I was just going to say that by the time that I got there, it would be morning." Carita looked at the clock, it was 5:45 A.M.

" Wow, I guess that time really does fly where you are not having any sort of fun. Okay, just make sure that you take your time, the roads are pretty slick because of the snow." Carita smiled as she pulled her backpack out of the backseat.

" I always do." Daryl laughed a little, she could hear the roar of her motorcycle coming to life, she killed the engine to her car.

" I love you." She whispered as she pulled herself out of her car.

" Love you more, Car." Daryl whispered.

" Get her soon." Carita smiled as she hung up the phone.

She moved in silence through the parking lot, lighting up a cigarette as she walked, she needed it desperately at the moment. There were people rushing by, going in different directions as they looked for a face to help. Most were looking for the ER, others were looking for the maternity wing, but all were looking for something and someone. Carita sighed as she watched the hospital for a bit, taking small drags from her cigarette and looking up at the sky, brining her leather jacket in closer to her.

" Makes you feel small, doesn't it?" Dean's dark voice came up from behind. " Looking up at the sky and seeing all of those stars looking back down at you, can make a person feel pretty small."

" Only if you over think it." Carita hushed herself. " Any word about her yet?"

" None that we've gotten." Dean said lightly, he was still hiding things from her.

" See me and my mom used to do out to the middle of no where after every case that she would work and we would just stare up at the stars on the top of her car. She would tell me consolations, sometimes the stories behind some of the names, and we would just stare together. It was so peaceful and I think that I will never be able to do that with here again." Carita pulled herself closer in.

" You know that you shouldn't be smoking that, I mean really, sixteen and smoking? Common." Dean said lightly, tilting his head to the side.

" I do it because it really calms my nerves and with this type of gig- being the daughter of a hunter- I need all of the calming that I can get." Carita whispered, she could feel something inside of her, something hurt. Something was wrong.

" I know how that much of it feels." Dean said lightly as he pulled out a small, sliver flask.

" See? We all have things to calm ourselves." Carita smiled as she moved towards the hospital.

" Common, I think that they're done." Carita knew better than that, she knew that they were done.

She did not want to say it, she did not want many people to know, but when Carita had a feeling about something, it was usually right. Like when she had a feeling that her mother would been some help, she was right. Carita just knew thing that other people would have simple gut-feeling over, she knew deep inside whether they were right or wrong. Though she did not want to know it right now, she knew the reason why they had stopped so suddenly on her mother, why they had been so late, she knew what had happened. Dean had a hard time keeping up with the girl as Carita ran back down the halls, not stopping for anyone as she ran, and made it to the OR waiting room just in time to see the doctor walking out.

" How did you know that?" Dean asked, bent over and breathing heavily.

" I just did, I guess you could call it a lucky guess. Doctor?" Carita asked lightly as he looked from face to face. " They are my. . ." She looked at Dean.

" I'm the girls father, Dean, and this is my brother, Sam." Dean smiled at the man.

" So, how is she?" Carita asked, looking around the man as if to see her walking right down the hall.

" I'm sorry Ms. Dixon, she did not make it through the surgery." The doctor said lightly as Dean wrapped an arm around her.

Carita could feel her head spinning, could feel her knees go weak, and thought she had heard herself scream. But there there was nothing else, she went completely blank after that and when she woke, she was in a nice white room. Carita smiled as she looked around to see Daryl sitting in the corner, eyes shut, as she focused on other things in the room. There was Sam- the giant moose of a man in the other side of the room, and Dean- standing in front of the door. She looked at him once or twice before reality hit her once again, her mother was dead and she had just found what she thought to be her father.

" So what do we do now?" She asked lightly, breaths made her head feel a little fuzzy.

" Well I guess that we have to go somewhere to bury the body, give it the proper hunters burial." Dean shrugged.

" Then what?" The girl asked, trying to sit up, but falling back to the bed. Dean nearly rushed over.

" Well for right now you really should just keep laying down, you hit your head pretty hard." Dean smiled a little. " Then, well then I guess we figure it out from there." Dean shrugged.

" Don't leave, just don't leave for awhile?" Carita asked.

" I wont." Dean smiled lightly. " Get some sleep, I'll let them know that you were awake." Dean smiled as he walked out of the door.

Carita closed her eyes and thought about how her life had been flipped and tears started to fall from her eyes, some good, some bad, but all she could think about was how life was going to change from that moment on.