Hey! So welcome to my new story. I wanted to take a break from writing the Kate stuff for a while and decided that I'd do something a little different, hence this. For those of you that like to know what you're getting into at the beginning of a fanfic, this story may get a little dark at points (I'm not sure how dark yet) but as it's obviously has aspects of drugs and abuse, it may get quite serious at points. The relationship of Tori will slowly develop with her brothers, (one brother possibly a lot faster than the other) as she gets to know them and they gradually discover more about her past. There will be drug taking, mentions of abuse, language and other aspects that may upset some people, so be warned. The story is set in season two, but before Dean has told Sam about what their dad told him. I changed certain points of the story for it to work better for me, in this fic, Mary died when Dean was 6, Sam was 2 (that was when Azazel came), and Tori was about three weeks. In this, Dean is 27, Sam is 23 and Tori is 21. Thank you in advance for reading and I really hope you like it, please leave a review if you do! :-)

Sam looked up from his laptop as the door to the motel swung open, his brother walking into the room and giving him a slight nod as he kicked the door closed behind himself with his foot. Sam rolled his eyes at the sight of him, a small smile forming on his face. There was a bag of food in one of his hands, a six-pack of beers in the other and half of a burger hanging out of his mouth. Sam easily caught the bag of food as Dean tossed it to him before he placed the beers down on the table and took another large bite of his burger, glancing down at the Sam's laptop screen as he passed. "Found us a hunt yet?" He asked, Sam assumed more out of routine than actual interest. The past few weeks it'd felt as though Dean had just been going with it, if Sam found a hunt they'd take it, if not they'd just drive until they stumbled onto something.

"Nothing yet." Sam muttered, not bothering to look away from the screen as he answered. His attention turned to the news station on the small tv towards the side of the room, turning up the volume on the remote to hear it better. '..who were found dead in their home just two days ago. The couple have now been identified as fifty-four year old Paul James and his wife, fifty-two year old Elizabeth James. It was reported that the victims died of multiple gunshot wounds. The couple lived with their daughter, twenty-one year old Victoria James, who is still being sought by police for questioning.' A photo of a blonde haired girl came up on the screen for a few seconds while the reporter kept on talking. She was pretty, bright green eyes and a nice smile, not someone Sam thought looked like a cold-blooded killer. 'Anyone who has any information regarding Victoria James is urged to contact the police.'

Dean shook his head at the tv and walked further into the room. "Some crazy, crazy people out there these days, right?" He muttered, not sounding at all bothered about it. Sam nodded slowly, not really paying attention to him. Dean had been pretty distant with him lately, he'd figured it had just been about their dad dying, but now he wasn't so sure. Their last hunt had proved that he'd died making a deal for Dean's life, since then he'd been more distant than ever. If he wasn't hanging around in a bar drinking whiskey or recklessly hunting down some creature, he just didn't seem happy anymore. Dean glanced down as his phone began ringing in his pocket, pulling it out and glancing at the screen before he answered. "Hey Bobby, what's up?" He answered.

"You need to come here, now." Was all Bobby responded with, he sounded almost impatient with him.

Dean frowned slightly in confusion. "Why, what-"

"Just, do it." He cut him off before he had a chance to ask anymore questions. "It's important."

"Alright, sure. We'll be there in a few hours." He said calmly, still frowning. Bobby didn't say anything else to him before hanging up the phone, leaving two very confused Winchesters staring at each other.

"What was that about?" Sam asked him curiously.

"No idea, he said it was urgent though." He shrugged at him and picked up his bag, dropping it onto one of the beds and shoving the couple of things that weren't already in it inside before grabbing his jacket from the back of the small couch, Sam mirroring his actions with his own stuff. "Alright, let's hit the road." He muttered, giving the room one last look over before picking up his car keys from the table and heading towards the door.

Sam and Dean drove straight for the next seven hours at the top end of the speed limit, Dean not stopping the car once. He sped down the driveway outside of Bobby's house and came to an abrupt halt the second the Impala was level with the front door, sharing a concerned look with Sam before climbing out of the car. It was a rare thing, if ever, that Bobby put out an SOS call, whatever was going on, Dean guessed that it was going to be serious. They stopped outside while Dean pounded on the door with his fist, looking around the yard impatiently. After a couple of minutes there was the sound of movement inside, followed by the lock being clicked and the door being pulled open. "What's going on?" Sam asked the second he had opened it, not giving him a chance to say anything first. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, of course I am." Bobby stated as though they were idiots for thinking otherwise. He looked between them and sighed, beginning to look somewhat remorseful. "You boys better come in." He said quietly, stepping aside and closing the door behind them softly. Sam and Dean made their way into the house, stopping in the middle of the room and turning to him, the expressions on their faces demanding answers. Bobby turned to face them, looking hesitant to say anything else to them, as though he was thinking of the right way to say it. "Alright," He began slowly. "-this isn't an easy thing to tell you."

"What's going on?" Dean pressed, growing more and more impatient by the second. It wasn't as though he'd had a particularly great couple of weeks to begin with, whatever bad news he was about to get wasn't making him feel any better about it.

"I'm guessing you've seen that story on the news this week, the kid that murdered her folks?" He said, looking between them for a reaction.

Dean frowned, more confused than ever. "The blonde chick?" He asked, not following what was going on. "Yeah, why is it a hunt or something?"

Bobby shook his head. "Not exactly." He paused for few seconds and sighed, deciding to just cut to the chase. "She's your sister."

Sam and Dean stared at him, their mouths slightly open and frowns on their faces, neither saying anything for a couple of minutes. "I'm sorry, what did you just say?" Dean asked him quietly, not sure he'd heard him right.

"Her name's Victoria." Bobby continued slowly. "She was, is, your kid sister."

Sam shook his head, now completely lost. "We don't have a sister." He said slowly, the look that Dean and Bobby were sharing between each other unnerving him slightly, as if they already both knew different. "I mean, how-" He stopped, looking up at Bobby for an answer but his gaze was fixed straight onto Dean.

"I know you don't want to believe this, but it's true." He moved towards the desk beside him and picked up a piece of paper, holding it out. "Here." Dean completely ignored it, staring at it in Bobby's hand as though he was going to be sick, his jaw clenched and face dark. Sam's curiously got the better of him, taking the paper from him and unfolding it, immediately recognising it as a birth certificate. Victoria Marie Winchester.

Sam opened and closed his mouth, unable to find his voice for a few seconds. He cleared his throat and looked from his brother to Bobby. "Well, if she's our sister, why isn't she here with us?" He asked, not sure on whether he really wanted to know what had happened. "What's she doing living with some complete strangers?"

"Your dad gave her up for adoption when your mom was killed." Bobby said quietly, his eyes still watching Dean warily, as if he was waiting for him to erupt. "I don't even think she was a month old."

Dean shook his head slowly, finally bringing his face up to look at him. His face was completely blank, any emotion he was feeling being held back with everything he had in him. "How long have you known about this?" He asked quietly, Sam noticing that there was more than just shock in his tone, Dean sounded betrayed, hurt.

Bobby sighed, holding Dean's stare. "Almost as long as I knew your dad."

Dean scoffed at that, turning away from them and running a hand down his face, facing the wall for a minute. "So, he left a Winchester in the middle of nowhere with a couple of strangers." When he turned back, he looked angry, like he didn't know what to think. "God Bobby, anything could have happened to her. Didn't either of you think of that, huh?" His tone was growing louder and angrier by the second. "Suppose some creature would've found out about her, or demons, then what? The list of things that want revenge on this family is endless. It only took one of them to know about her and she'd have been dead before she'd known what had hit her!"

"Your dad checked on her Dean." He countered, his voice remaining calm despite Dean's obvious anger. "Once he died I kept tabs on her, she seemed to be doing okay."

"Oh, well, obviously she's doing great." Dean answered incredulously. "Still, it wasn't really your decision to make, was it?"

"No, it was your dads. He thought what he was doing was the right thing, he didn't want to watch the same thing that happened to your mom happen to her. That's why he did it, Dean."

Dean sighed heavily, not having an answer to that, not wanting to carry on that conversation any further. He looked to the side where Sam was watching them both intently, his face giving away the shock still affecting him. "I need a minute." Dean muttered, not looking anywhere but the floor.

Sam watched Dean walked out of the house, slamming the door closed behind himself. He opened his mouth, finding no words to even begin to form the million questions circling in his mind. Instead, he went with his instinct told him to, Dean. "I'll be right back." He said to Bobby, following where his brother had just gone.

Sam walked outside, almost immediately seeing his brother leaning against the hood of the Impala, his back to him. "Dean." He pressed quietly, almost expecting him to say go back inside. Instead, he said nothing, Sam taking that as an invitation to sit down. He took a few steps towards him and leaned against the car beside him. Looking over his face he could see the pain, the betrayal, the anger, the slight fear, everything he could so easily hide from everyone else. "You remember her, right?"

Dean nodded slowly. "I remember mom being pregnant, and then I remember when they brought her home, and a couple of times being with her but.." He trailed off and shook his head. "Not much else."

"Didn't you ever ask dad what happened to her?"

"Course I did, he told me she'd gone to a better place. That's all he ever said." Dean sighed and looked up slowly, staring straight ahead. "It was all right around the time mom died, as I got older I just assumed she'd died at the same time. He didn't mention her again, at least not to me anyway."

Sam sighed, he thought he'd been shocked, that he was confused. That was obviously nothing on what his brother must have been feeling. "Well, the point still stands Dean, she's our sister. And she's just murdered two people. I understand that it's hard but, we need to find her."

"Yeah, I know." He answered quietly, pushing himself up off his car and turning back towards the house, taking a couple of steps before stopping again. "You coming or what?" His tone of impatience now covering any vulnerability he may have let slip. Sam nodded, more to himself than Dean, and rose to his feet, following his brother back inside.

Dean cleared his throat as he entered the house, keeping his face blank as he turned to Bobby, his voice now emotionless. "So, not only are you telling me that our sister is alive and out there somewhere, but you're telling me that she's turned into some psycho murderer that's just offed her parents?"

Bobby ignored his sarcasm and sighed. "I'm telling you that you need to find her, and it'd probably be handy to do it before the cops get a hold of her."

"He's right, Dean." Sam said from behind him. "If she's on the run for murder, we need to find her."

"Yeah, I know we do." He muttered, turning to Bobby. "You got any leads to where she might be? I mean, do you know absolutely anything about this girl?"

He paused and nodded, ignoring Dean's tone. "I uh, I checked her police records- Turns out she went to juvy, three times. She's been caught stealing, breaking and entering, charged with assault." Bobby shook his head. "So far nothing on where she might be."

"So she's a criminal?" Dean stated simply. "I thought you were keeping tabs on her?"

"Dean." Sam warned, seeing how aggravated his brother was becoming. "This isn't the time."

"How is this not the time?" He pressed, sounding as though he was ready to fight. Sam simply stared at him, his face warning him not to take it any further. Dean eventually sighed in defeat and nodded. "This is just freakin' awesome." This was the last thing he needed right now. First his dad had died, then he'd found out that it was because he'd sold his soul to save him. Then after weeks of guilt and pain and bottled up anger, when things seemed to be looking up and his sister was alive, she was some murderer that was on the run from the cops. He didn't know what to think anymore. The person he'd trusted his entire life had known about her all along and never told him, his own father hadn't thought he should know his little sister was alive. He thought about bailing, heading to a bar somewhere and drinking whiskey until he couldn't feel it anymore, lately his answer to everything. But then he thought of his sister, one vague and slightly blurry memory of being with her and their mom. The thought that, even at such a young age himself, he'd promised he'd take care of her. And he hadn't done. He hadn't even had the chance.