An Unusual Family Road Trip

Season 1, Episode 1

"'Take me home.' Along a lonely California highway, a mysterious woman in white lures men to their deaths - a terrifying phenomenon that may be the brothers' first clue to their father's whereabouts."

Pilot

Chapter 1

"Dean." I whined petulantly. "Are we almost there?"

"Stop whining, kid. We'll be there soon." Dean said to me, rolling his eyes.

"How soon? We've been driving for hours now." I replied. "And don't call me 'kid'. I'm twenty one." I mumbled under my breath, crossing my arms over my chest. Dean grinned, knowing that he had won that round. His eyes returned to the road. We had gone back and forth about things like that. The normal brother-sister kind of stuff.

A few minutes later, Dean pulled up outside an apartment building. He parked his '67 Chevy Impala, and we got out, walking up to the front entrance. It was almost midnight.

"I don't think they'll be awake." I said, looking up at the darkened windows and then back at Dean.

"That's why we use the window." Dean explained, pushing the window up and helping me inside with a hand.

"Wow. We must have reached a new low. Breaking into our own brother's place." I said, shaking my head as Dean crawled through the window behind me.

"We only do it out of love." he said as he gave me a childish grin, while slamming into the nearby table and knocking it over.

"Try to be a little quieter. I don't wanna have to answer to the cops." I muttered to him... Wait. Maybe I should give you a little background about me.

My name is Cameron Winchester. Dean is my older brother, and Sam is my twin. He's older than me by five minutes, and he won't let me forget about it. When Sam and I were about six months old, a Demon attacked our mother. Dad told Dean to carry me and Sam out of the house while he tried to save Mom.

She didn't make it.

It had her pinned to the ceiling, and it caught her and our nursery on fire. After that, Dad was never the same. He made us practice shooting and hunting the whole time we were growing up. It's not the normal hunting that everyone knows about, it's hunting that involves all the supernatural stories parents would tell their children to scare them at night, but then they would tell their children that none of it was real and it was just make believe.

All of that is a lie. It's all real. Vampires, Werewolves, Spirits, Demons, stuff like that. Real. And we, the Winchester family, hunt and kill them, and send them back to the deepest pits of Hell. The one time I told Dad that I was scared of the monster in my closet, he gave me a pistol. He gave a seven year old girl a pistol!

He wasn't the best dad in the world, but we still loved him. A few years ago, Dad and Sam had gotten in a fight, which resulted in Sam leaving to go to college. Stanford University, to be exact. Dad, Dean and I stayed together. A few days ago Dad had left to do some "hunting" and he still hadn't returned, so Dean and I were at Sam's, trying to get him to come along with us. Anyway, back to Dean and I breaking into Sam's place.

We walked through the apartment, trying to find the bedroom where Sam was sleeping. We entered the kitchen. My eyes swept the room, looking for any sign of danger. All I found were some yummy looking apples. I grabbed one and took a bite. Mmmmmm. Dean gave me a look and I just smiled cheekily at him. We made it to the living room when-

BAM!

Someone had jumped Dean. They started wrestling around on the ground, exchanging blows and grunting. Then I noticed that it was Sam. Dean pinned him down on the ground.

"Whoa, easy tiger." Dean said to Sam.

"Dean? Cameron?" Sam said breathlessly, staring at the both of us. "You scared the crap out of me."

"That's 'cause you're out of practice" I said, smiling at him. Then Sam flipped Dean over and pinned him down, gaining the upperhand.

"Or not." Dean grunted under Sam's weight. "Get off me." Dean growled, pushing Sam off him and then standing up.

"Hey Sammy. How's Stanford?" I asked, trying to make things a little less awkward.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" Sam asked, looking between the two of us.

"We just wanted to see our long lost brother." I replied with a smirk.

"Yeah, right. What are you doing here?" he inquired dryly, rolling his eyes.

"We need to talk." Dean said, getting straight to the point.

"There is a thing called a phone."

"Would you have answered?" I questioned. We all glared at each other for a few tense moments.

"Sam?" We all turned to see some chick who had flicked on the lights. I glanced at Dean, who was staring at her with 'that look' on his face.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. I almost had a facepalm moment.

"Jess. Hey". Sam looked at us. "Dean, Cameron. This is my girlfriend Jessica."

"I love the smurfs." Dean commented, motioning to her shirt. "Just saying, you're way out of my brother's league."

"Wow, Dean." I rolled my eyes at him. Then I looked at Jessica. "We need to borrow your boyfriend. Important family business." I shrugged, not caring that my explanation was so vague.

"No." Sam said. "If you have anything to say, you can say it in front of her."

"Okay... Dad hasn't been home in a few days." Dean said.

"So? Dad's always gone." Sam said while chuckling.

"He's out on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home." I said looking at Sam seriously. That seemed to get him.

"Hey Jess." Sam said looking at his girlfriend. "Can you give us a minute?" Jessica looked up at Sam curiously.

"Okay." she said walking out of the room. Sam, Dean and I walked out of the living room and out of the door. We walked up to the car and opened up the trunk where all the guns where.

"What do you mean, dad hasn't been home?" Sam said looking at Dean and me. "Is he okay?"

"We wouldn't know. He hasn't called." I said. "That's why we're here." Sam just looked at me curiously.

"What do you mean?" he asked not catching on about what I was saying.

"She means we want you to come along and find dad with us." Dean said, while checking out some of the guns in the back. Sam was a little taken back at Deans words.

"You mean leave Stanford. Leave Jessica, and just come along with you and Cameron? But in case you haven't noticed dad and I don't see exactly eye to eye." Sam said beginning to get aggravated with us. "And I have a big interview on Monday."

"It can be just like old times, Sammy." I said smiling, knowing he hates being called Sammy.

"I don't know guys." Sam said looking at me and Dean then looking back at his apartment he owned with Jessica.

"It will only take the weekend. And we will get you back before Monday." Dean said. Sam thought it over for a minute while biting his lower lip. Finally he sighed.

"Alright." He said. "Let me go tell Jess, and get some stuff from my room." And with that he walked away and into the door of the house.

"Wow. I didn't think that would work." I said to Dean.

"I know what you mean. I thought we were gonna have to tie and gag him to get him to come with us." I smiled at what he said and got in the back seat while Dean shut the trunk and got behind the wheel, and waited for Sam to get out here.