Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters apart from Loren and any other OCs I may choose to add in later.

This story starts from around episode 1.19 - Provonence

So I'm new and this is my first fanfiction. A lot of people don't like sister fics but i absolutely love them. This story wasn't placed in the crossover section because its more about the Winchesters than The Covenant however there are a few key Covenent characters present in later chapters

I didn't notice a few gramatical errors in this chapter and so I have made a few changes (02/03/2011)

Chapter 1

Taking a deep, calming breath she sat down on the high raised bed in the cheap motel room. It always felt the same. Everytime. Whenever they were on a 'dangerous' hunt, they left her in the room so she could do some more "research". Yeah right she growled as she dropped back onto the bed and closed her eyes.

She always felt so anxious and helpless. Some people would mistake it as her being scared but she was no damsel in distress. Every door and window in the room had salt lines across the border and she had a 7 inch pure iron knife strapped to her thigh should she need it.

The kickboxing lessons over the years helped too ofcourse; in her father's own words,

"The supernatural stuff I can understand and I can teach you to defend yourself against…but humans are another story doll. They can be more fucked up than your run of the mill poltergeist and there's only one way to fend em' off. You gotta kick their asses".

She chuckled a little every time she thought of that memory…she had been eight years old at that time and had just finished telling her father and brothers about

"…this boy that keeps pulling my pigtails at school". An uncomfortable look passed over her father's face but he didn't seem to want to talk about it.

Her father…the one and only John Winchester…well that's a little white lie. He wasn't her father by blood but he raised her since she was a few months old. Her parents were killed on a hunt and John, being her biological father's best friend, took on the responsibility to raise her.

Growing up with the Winchesters was all she had ever known and she felt like she was one of them even when she knew she wasn't, by blood; so on the first day of pre-school she proudly told everyone in class that her name was Loren Winchester. She was always treated like a part of the family…the very twisted family…Dean was her eldest brother, the one she was closest to and Sam was more her partner in crime…well, till he hit puberty at least.

She always looked up to Dean seeing as he was a good eight years older than her and he was always there when dad wasn't…that's right, John Winchester was her dad now and she wouldn't listen otherwise. Anyway, back to Dean…He was…home. Yeah, weird as it may be…us Winchester's don't associate 'home' with a location or place…we associate it with people.

Over the years, this pretty much stayed the same…for Dean, home was wherever John was…for Sam, home was wherever Jessica was and for Loren…home was wherever Dean and Daddy were. Her and Sam didn't see eye to eye on quite a few things by now but they still loved each other and couldn't stop worrying about each other…they were still siblings

She bit her lip as she stared at the clock on the wall, furrowing her eyebrows as she heard the handle of the front door click. The door thrashed open, making her jump and in came her brother, Dean Winchester. She paused for a second and let go of the pistol she was holding. Raising her eyebrow at his bloodied face she rolled her eyes and picked up the first aid kit on the bed.

"Whose blood? Where's Sam? Has the bitch been ganked and why do you look like you've died and come back to life?" She fired questions at Dean as she sat opposite him, softly wiping the blood off his face.

He simply raised his eyebrow at her and grumbled, "Always with the questions Lo…ok, not my blood, Sam's actually. He'll be back in a bit err we erm fought and yes we sent the witch straight back to hell. What was the last question again?" he asked with a strained voice but she knew she'd have to keep pushing in order to get an answer out of him.

Taking on her best "you better start talking stance", she stood back with her hands on her hips with an eye brow raised. He sighed deeply and rolled his eyes, "Dad sent co-ordinates…again".

Lo's brows furrowed and she nodded, "You think we should go after him"

"And you don't?" he interjected sounding surprised, Just as she was about to answer, the door flew open and Sam stormed in, eyes-a-blaze. "I'm not going Dean!"

Dean immediately rose and glared right back. "Do what you want Sammy because I've had it with your mood swings and your angry man stance. It's been going on for weeks! I'm sick of it and so is Lo"

"Woah, don't bring me into this" Loren muttered as she made herself comfortable on the bed. She could already tell it was going to be a long, long night.

"If I didn't know better I'd say you were on the rag…all the time" Dean continued with a growl. Loren frowned and chucked a pillow at his head, "Watch it Dean!"

Sam, not one to remain silent, argued back, "It's always like this with him Dean. He always orders us around and we always listen…"

"No Sam, there is no 'we' here. I always listen but you…you go off and do your own thing. Well guess what, this time it's not gonna be like that. We're both listening to dad and seeing this through you understand!"

"What is more important to you Dean? Finding dad or following his orders? You were the one that dragged me out to help find dad"

"Oh yes I dragged you out of your perfect Harvard life"

"It's Stanford actually" Sam added spitefully

"Look, we should just calm down…both of you"

"Oh Lo! I was waiting for you to speak up…so what now huh? Whose side are you on? Let me hazard a guess…Dean's ofcourse! You're always on his side!"

Loren scowled and pointed a finger at Sam whilst standing on top of the bed to appear taller than him,

"Now you listen Samuel, I don't just side with Dean all the time. I have my own view and it's not my fault if Dean's argument is more logical than yours have been lately! You're acting like a spoiled brat and let me tell you, I'm the only one here who's allowed to act spoiled! So you want to go find dad right? Well tell me where to start Sammy cos I'd love to find him but hun right now we have nothing on him. Nothing. All we have are coordinates and we can hope that he'll be there if the case is big enough."

Her face softened a little as she saw the surprise on both her brothers' faces,

"Look Sam, I know you're upset about Jessica but you have to move on. She'd have wanted you to be happy. Think about that ok? And Dean! Bro you've got to stop baiting Sam like that! It's driving me nuts! You can start by not calling him Sammy and talking about him leaving all the time! It hurt like hell, I know! But we've all moved on now so just leave it ok?"

Both brothers silently nodded at each other and their sister, still a little shocked by her outburst but didn't dare start up any other rows.

Loren sighed and fell back onto her bed. She stared up at the ceiling wondering when they'd see their dad again. With a resigned sigh she asked, "So are we going?"

Sam grumbled a 'yes' although he avoided all eye contact with Dean.

"Where to?" Loren asked

"New Paltz, New York", Dean replied.

"Yay. We can all shop till we drop" she spoke in her best sorority girl impression making Sam chuckle despite his glum mood.

Loren shrivelled her face in disgust as she saw Dean flirting with some chick who looked like she had two brain cells but then again, was this anything new? Nope. Rolling her eyes she got back to work…"Hey, check this out" Lo said pointing to an article in the newspaper. It gave her the creeps the second she read the headline.

A couple were killed in their own home when there didn't seem to be any break in. All the doors were locked and nothing was found at the crime scene; no fingerprints, no blood other than that of the victims, nada. Sounded like their kind of gig.

Sam nodded once he finished reading and then tried calling Dean over…tried being the key word. He came after throwing a few more cheesy lines at the girl, carrying two beers and soda in his hands.

"Listen I think I got something" Sam started,

"Oh, yeah. Me, too. I think we need to take a little shore leave for just a little bit. What do you think, huh?" Dean looked back to the girl at the bar. "I'm so in the door with this one."

"Hello! Little sister here…I don't need the mental images." Lo spoke looking slightly ill. Dean merely grinned and opened his mouth to give some smart ass reply but Sam stopped him short,

"So, what are we today, Dean?" Sam asked. "Are we rock stars? Are we army rangers?"

"We're reality TV scouts looking for people with special skills." He and Sam laughed and Lo looked amazed at how girls even fell for stories like that…then again Dean was a real smooth talker.

"I mean, hey, it's not that far off, right?" Dean looked at Sam.

"By the way, she's got a friend over there. I could probably hook you up, what do you think?"

"Dean, no thanks, I can get my own dates." Sam replied tersely

"Yeah, you can, but you don't."

Sam looked straight at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Loren sighed and entered what looked like the beginnings of an argument, "all he means is that you've been a little…obsessive lately…and maybe you know…you should take a breather?"

Dean nodded enthusiastically and Sam raised a pointed eyebrow at his siblings. He shook his head and began briefing Dean on the case

"Mark and Anne Telesca of New Paltz, New York were both found dead in their home just a few days ago."

"Mm-hm." Dean muttered distractedly as he looked back at the bar where the girls were waiting. Man, he's horny Loren thought as she smacked his head and glared at him.

"Their throats were slit; there were no prints, no murder weapons." Dean wasn't paying attention.

"Dean?" Dean turned to look at Sam.

"No prints, no murder weapons, and all the doors and windows were locked from the inside."

Dean shrugged. "Could just be a garden-variety murder, you know, not our department."

"No." Sam shook his head. "Dad says different. He sent us here for a reason Dean…maybe this is our case."

Lo handed Dean the journal and continued from where Sam had left off, "Dad noted three murders in the same area of upstate New York. The first one, right here, 1912, the second one in 1945, and the third in 1970. The same M.O. as the Telesca's"

Now it was Sam's turn to pick up as Lo drifted a little…the slitting of throats was a little too personal for her liking, after all both her biological parents had their throats slit. "The throats were slit, the houses were locked from the inside. Now, so much time passed between the murders that nobody checked the pattern, except for Dad. He always kept his eyes peeled for another one."

Ah Dad…always on the lookout. If only he focussed on his children half as much as he did on the supernatural. Loren frowned as these thoughts entered her mind. Why was she so bitter and irritated today?

"All right, I'm with ya. It's worth checkin' out." Sam and Lo both nodded.

"We can't pick this up till the first thing, though, right?"

"Yeah." Sam seemed slightly confused.

"Good," Dean shot up from the table and made a beeline for the bar.

Lo rolled her eyes again at Dean. She really had to stop rolling her eyes or she'd strain them. Sam chuckled and sighed softly,

"Dean will always be the same right?"

"Yeah, and you should be too…don't ever let anger and thoughts of revenge take over Sammy…I don't erm…need to lose someone else ok?" Loren spoke in quiet tones whilst fumbling with her bracelet. Sam smiled at her and clinked his glass with hers knowing that she hated being this vulnerable and she'd hate it more if he double dosed on the sappiness of that statement.

The next morning the three Winchester siblings were waiting outside the Telesca's house in their worse for wear Impala. Dean was asleep in the passenger seat and Sam and Loren decided to leave him be and check out the house for themselves. Loren picked the lock as Sam watched.

Seventeen years of being in the hunting business and Lo knew the in's and out's almost as well as her brothers did. After all she was trained by John and Dean Winchester themselves. Although, she did feel like a bit of an oddball at times. Dean was the brawn and Sammy was the brains of their little group…so what did that make her? The…glue?

Huh, that sucked. Loren shook away such thoughts as she opened the door and pulled out her EMF reader. She was really in a foul mood today.

The first thing Sam noticed was that there was no furniture to be seen.

"Where's all their stuff?" he asked.

Lo shook her head as the EMF showed no paranormal activity. They scanned the whole house and it was…big. Loren sighed softly as she entered the master bedroom along with Sam.

"I want a house like this Sammy…you know…one day"

Sam stopped short and stared open mouthed at her. Lo never made admissions like that. He looked around awkwardly, "The apple pie life?" he asked and then chuckled, "You mean like me? What I once wanted?"

Lo seemed to have suddenly realised that she'd said too much, "Er…well doesn't everyone? I bet Dean wants the same too…someday…just not anytime now." Her defensive argument sounded weak and she knew it. She stared sharply at Sam and he knew not to push her.

Beeeeep

Sam pressed the horn of the Impala and watched as Dean jerked awake and banged his head to the car ceiling in the process. "Man, that is so not cool." He laid his head back against the window.

Lo, now sprawled across the back seat of the Impala softly chuckled. They were starting their pranks again…it was good to feel normal…feel like a real family…well as real as things would ever get with them.

"We just swept the Telesca house with the EMF. It's clean. And last night, while you were-" Sam rolled his eyes,"-out…"

"You're such a prude Sammy" Lo teased

Dean grinned. "Good times."

Sam continued, "I checked the history of the house. No haunting, no violent crimes, nothing strange about the Telesca's themselves either."

Lo raised her eyebrows. Man Sam was overworked…he didn't look like he was overworked but she knew he was. She had gone to bed at 12 so that must have meant Sam was awake till early morning researching into this case.

"All right, so if it's not the people and it's not the house, then, uh…maybe it's the contents-a cursed object or somethin'." Dean got up and spoke casually.

"That's where we hit a road block…there's nothing in the house…empty" Lo shrugged as she spoke.

"Where's all their stuff?" Dean asked

"How am I supposed to know?" Loren replied testily. Dean and Sam shared a look at her tone but made no comments.

Sam made a few phone calls and found out that all of the Telesca's possessions had gone to Daniel Blake's Auction house.

"Well Sammy, off to the auction house we go" Dean revved up the Impala as Lo looked confused,

"Dean aren't we going to dress up? Play the part? Auction houses are for the rich and well…er we look poor"

"You just want an excuse to go shopping"

"Oh yes and while I'm at it I'll go get a manicure because that's exactly the kind of girl I am" Lo sarcastically replied while huffing

"Geez what's wrong? Why so feisty today? You on the rag or something?"

Lo's mouth fell open and Sam cringed, "Dude, wrong thing to say…so wrong."

From the second they walked in they were assaulted with strange looks. Lo rolled her eyes at how thick Dean was being today…maybe it was because he didn't sleep well last night. Huh. He didn't sleep at all did he? That thought grossed her out and made her realise why indeed she was irritated with him this morning…

Man I need to go hook up with someone. The last time she had anything to do with a guy was what, 6 months ago? And it was all very PG rated…damn.

"Silent auctions, estate sales; it's like a garage sale for W.A.S.P.'s, if you ask me," Dean said as he picked up a mini…something. Dean. His mind was always on food. Lo smiled fondly at Dean and he raised a questioning brow at her look. She shook her head and the three continued looking for anything…creepy.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" An older man spoke, eyeing Dean suspiciously. Lo stepped on Dean's foot as he picked up another mini-whatever and stuffed it in his mouth. He winced but paid no mind to her.

He looked the guy up and down and spoke snobbishly, "I'd like some champagne please" looking down at the man and Loren bit her lips to appear straight-faced.

Sam looked weirdly at Dean,"He's not a waiter." Then turning towards the man Sam spoke, "I'm Sam Conners and this is my brother Dean and my Sister Loren. We're art dealers…" He extended his hand to shake the other man's hand, but the man just looked at it distastefully.

Sam awkwardly dropped his hand back. Loren shot a pointed look at him…Art dealers? Seriously? She was seventeen and she looked no where near old enough.

"You're art dealers?" the man asked sceptically and Dean just nodded.

"That's right,".

"I'm Daniel Blake. This is my auction house. Now, this is a private showing, and I don't remember seeing you on the guest list." His tone was cutting but Dean seemed unfazed by it,

"We're there chuckles, you just need to take another look" Dean replied condescendingly and Loren had to turn away to compose herself. Dean really could be funny when he was trying to be but if they were to get any further with this case then he'd have to dial it back…a lot.

"Oh, finally." Dean picked up a champagne glass from a passing waiter's tray and sniffed the glass with a mocking look in his eyes the whole time.

Loren rolled here eyes…Dean wouldn't be dean if he dialled back his smart-alec retorts. The three Winchesters continued looking through the Telesca's stuff and Bam.

The second Lo saw that painting, it felt like a little red flag went up in her head. Why did all old paintings have to look creepy? Like they were painted to scare people off. Seemed like Sam felt the same way, the way he was staring at it just like she was too. Dean was the only one still stuffing his face in.

"A fine example of American primitive, wouldn't you say?"

The three of them turned around to look at this stunning woman walking down the stairwell in her flowing black dress. Lo raised her eye brows at her and cast a covert glance at Sam to see him mesmerised by her. He snapped out of his daze and looked back at the painting a little confused by what she'd said.

"Well," Sam said, looking at the woman again, "I'd say it's more Grant Wood than Grandma Moses." The woman smiled brilliantly at Sam as she approached him "But you knew that. You just wanted to see if I did." Sam continued.

"Guilty. And clumsy. I apologize." She spoke and shook hands with Sam.

"I'm Sarah Blake."

Lo smirked and poked Dean in his side. She leant in and whispered, "Sam's gonna Marry her. I can tell from the look in his eyes" she joked and Dean realised she was subtly telling him to back off because his charm just wouldn't work on this pretty lady but Dean wasn't one to give up without putting up a small fight.

"I'm Sam and …this is my brother Dean and my sister Loren" he paused just before introducing Dean…no wonder. The guy just couldn't stop eating those mini-whatevers could he!

"Dean! Can we get you some more mini quiche?" Sarah asked in a thoroughly amused tone with a little bite in her words. Mini-quiches!Loren joyously thought. Sarah didn't even bat an eye at Dean as he turned on his charm and said, "Hm-mm I'm good, thanks

Her eyes were glued to Sammy…yup, Loren liked her.