A/N- Yay! A new story by me! I hope you all like this story. I don't own Supernatural or Charmed

Chapter 1

The morning of April 21, 1986, John Winchester came into the hotel room where he'd left his six-year old son, Dean, watching his younger brother, Sammy. He had a small bundle wrapped in pink in his arms. It moved slightly as he sat on the bed. He rocked it so it wouldn't wake up the boys who were sleeping in the bed next to his. The baby fussed a little more and he figured she was hungry. Smiling softly at the little one, he pulled an already prepared bottle out of a bag at his feet and fed the little girl, rocking quietly so she would fall back asleep. When she did, John observed the baby carefully.

She had a tuft of bronzy colored hair, and he knew her eyes were blue from when he'd observed her while she was eating. All-in-all, John thought she was beautiful. He had been so enraptured with studying the small girl that he didn't hear Dean get out of bed to walk over to his father.

"Daddy?" Dean asked, looking at the bundle in his arms. "Where did you get a baby?" John looked at his oldest son and smiled tiredly.

"The same thing that killed your mom killed her parents. I didn't know what he wanted her for, so I took her and ran before the nursery went up in flames." John said. "I couldn't just leave her there, Dean. That thing might have come back for her."

"Are we going to keep her?" Dean asked, his eyes lighting up at the prospect. "I'll help take care of her, just like I do with Sammy." John smiled gently at his oldest son.

"I was thinking we should." He said, "She's going to need our protection." Dean nodded seriously.

"May I hold her?" He asked. John nodded and made a space for him on the bed, so Dean could hold the small infant. Dean was awed as he looked at her. "What's her name?"

"Lotus." John said, causing Dean to snort. John secretly agreed with his son. "Her full name was actually Rainbow Lotus, but it seemed like her parents called her Lotus instead of Rainbow." Dean looked at his father.

"Can I give her a new name?" Dean asked. "A new first name, she can keep the middle one." John nodded at his son.

"What do you want to name her, Dean?" John asked his son seriously. Dean looked at his father for a moment before answering.

"I want to name her Adora," Dean said. John smiled at the name, knowing that Dean was a fan of the HeMan/SheRa series.

"Why Adora?" He asked his son.

"She's the Princess of Power!" Dean said happily, gazing down at the baby. "She's gonna need to be strong, so I want to name her after the strongest woman I know of." John nodded his agreement.

"Adora Winchester," Dean smiled happily at his father. "Welcome to the family."

~10 years Later~

"I'm going to kill Sam!" 10-year-old Adora announced, slamming the door to the hotel room, causing the walls to shake slightly. Sixteen year old Dean looked at her and smiled.

"Why do you want to kill Sammy, Addie?" Dean asked.

"It's Adora, and he interrupted me while I was trying to make a friend." Adora said, glaring at him. Dean opened his mouth to say something, but 12-year-old Sam ran into the Hotel room, interrupting him.

"Did you really have to punch me in the face, Adora?" Sam asked, looking at the girl warily. Adora glared at sam for a few more moments before sighing, a sound too old for her ten years. Dean looked over and frowned.

"Did you have to say that I wasn't allowed to talk to boys?" She retorted seeing Dean sputter the drink that he'd been sipping on.

"What?" He shouted. "What boy? Adora, you're too young to be flirting with boys!"

"I wasn't flirting, Dean!" Adora answered. "I was asking him where the Library was, and he offered to show me, but I wasn't flirting." Dean smirked at her. Trust his little Addie to want to find the closest source of books available to her. She simply glared at him.

"So you punched Sam?" Dean asked.

"Yes! I punched Sam!" Adora was getting frustrated at him, but she tried to keep it in check. "He was acting like an overprotective jerk, again." She didn't really finish what she was saying, but mumbled the last bit. Sam looked at her with disbelief at what she said, but Dean, knowing what it was simply looked at her.

"Care sharing for everyone to hear, Addie?" Adora looked at him, her blue eyes flashing at the nickname.

"I said and I didn't even get to go to the Library, thanks to Sam!" She then sat on the bed dejectedly. She looked so sad and hurt that Sam's heartstrings sung for the girl that he adored above everything else. He quickly dug into his backpack.

"Don't be sad, Dora," He murmured, using her nickname. "I felt really bad about not letting you get a book, that I went and got some for you. These should keep you for the night." He handed her a stack of five books. Her lips twitched when she saw they were all murder mysteries by her favorite author. She looked at him with her eyes shining, and he felt his heart lift at the beautiful sight of a happy Adora.

Later that night, while John was researching their hunt with Dean, Adora was reading in bed while Sam was in the shower. Feeling slightly hungry, Adora thought about the package of cookies that were on the table. She also knew that there was some milk in the fridge, but she really didn't want to get up. Sighing, she got up and got a glass of milk, but forgot the cookies as she settled back in to her side of the bed. Realizing she'd forgotten the cookies, she mentally swore. Glaring at the cookies, a mere five feet away, she wished that they would come to her. When they did, however, Adora freaked a little. She made the cookies move! Concentrating on the cookies now sitting in front of her, Adora made the package lift up, and turn slightly. Her mind suddenly got tired though, as the cookies fell back to the bed and wouldn't lift any more. Shrugging her shoulders and figuring it was like any other muscle, you had to work it, Adora resolved to strengthen it because, she was a hunter, like Dean and the man she called father. Like Sammy was going to be too, but she needed every advantage possible to fight the evil that separated families, like hers was.

Adora practiced everyday when Sam and Dean weren't there. She didn't know why, but knew that they would be a little worried about her if they knew what she could do. As the year faded and it drew closer to her 11th birthday, Adora found herself stronger. She could now lift several things with her mind. It was like doing push-ups, the more times she practiced, the stronger her mind got.

It was the night of her 11th birthday that Adora had the first dream. She dreamt about a man with yellow eyes. He was far away from her and his voice was distant, but Adora was scared of him. She sat up, screaming and waking Sammy. Dean and John were on a case.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, sitting up next to Adora and pulling her close. She shivered, feeling sweat and chills running through her body. "Dora, what is it?" Adora sobbed a little more before looking at a confused Sam.

"I had a dream, Sammy." She said, unintentionally using her and Dean's pet name for him. "A man with yellow eyes was staring at me. I could hear that he was saying something, but I didn't know what. He was too far away." Adora broke off with a sob. Sam pulled her close to him, as if he could protect her from her dreams.

"Shhh, Dora. Please don't cry." Sam said, trying to comfort her. "I'm here, nothing's gonna hurt you." Adora burrowed herself closer to Sam, allowing herself to take comfort in his presence. She felt herself drifting off as Sam kissed the top of her head.

"I love you, Sammy." She said, before drifting off. Sam felt his heart skip as she fell asleep, but told himself that the love she had for him was the sisterly kind only. He knew that she would never love him the same way he loved her, but for a moment he closed his eyes and wished that she did.

"I love you too, Adora." He said, laying them both back down and pulling her close to him before drifting off to sleep. The two were fast asleep when Dean and John came back. Dean paused for a moment to see his brother holding the girl that they both worshiped. Dean knew Sam loved Dora, as he had since they had been introduced. Smiling, Dean remembered holding the baby girl in his arms as he asked his father if he could give her a name.

"Dean, we should get some sleep." John said, and Dean nodded.

"I'm going to climb in here next to Sammy and Addie," Dean said, "To give you the full bed. That ghost really knocked you around." John smiled and thanked his son, who climbed in behind the girl being held by his younger son and fell asleep almost instantly. The image of the three of them snuggled together warmed John's heart. Even though he knew that Addie was special, he was glad that the boys were there to protect her.

4 years later

Sixteen year old Adora ran home from school. She had just finished her sophomore year in high school, and Sam had graduated. She was excited because John had said that if she promised to keep up with her schoolwork, she could take high school online. He had finally agreed to it when she pointed out that it would be much easier than enrolling her in school after school as they traveled. Plus, she pointed out, it would be easier for her to help with research, since John didn't allow her to go on hunts yet. She walked in the front door, glad to be done with school to see John and Sam, standing face to face, screaming at each other.

Adora rolled her eyes. Even though she secretly loved Sam, she agreed with Dean that he was an idiot for butting heads with John so much. She saw Dean sitting on a bed, looking anxious. She smiled, Dean always got upset when they fought. She climbed on the bed next to Dean and asked.

"What are they fighting about this time?" She asked him. Dean looked over at her, slightly distraught.

"Sam got into Stanford. They've offered him a full scholarship." Dean answered, monotonously.

"Well, they'd be stupid not too," Adora said. Sam was the smartest person she knew, of course he'd get a full scholarship anywhere he'd want to go. "So, why are they fighting? It's not like Sam's going or-" The look on Dean's face stopped her mid sentence as the truth dawned on her. "He's going?" Dean looked at her, his green eyes filled with pain.

"Yeah, Addie." He answered, his voice cracking. "He's going." Adora didn't even answer him, she just got up and pushed her way between Sam and John, startling both of them out of their argument, as they hadn't been aware she was home. Sam saw tears falling down her face as she walked to the front door of the hotel room, walked out and slammed it for good effort.

She started running and didn't stop until she'd gotten to this huge field where she came to do a lot of studying during her last couple of weeks at school. This time, however, she didn't even have a book with her, just her own thoughts. She became so introspective, that she wasn't fully aware of her surroundings, a dangerous situation for anyone to be in. She didn't even flinch as she heard a twig snap behind her.

Sam sat down next to her and sighed deeply. He regretted hurting her and he knew she was the one who would be hurt the most by this, but he had to go. Adora looked at him, anger in her eyes as she continued to cry, the tears flowing unchecked from her eyes.

"Why, Sammy?" Adora asked him, "Why do you have to leave?"

"Because, Dora." Sam said, "I don't feel like I belong here anymore. Dad hates me and treats me like crap because my opinions are always different from his. Dean's always at his wit's end trying to keep us from fighting, and you're always in a book, somewhere far away from this nastiness, where nothing can get at you. I need to leave."

"But you'll come back, right?" Adora asked him. He looked at her, but didn't say anything. "Sam, you'll come back eventually?" Sam shook his head and she started crying harder.

"I don't know if I'll be able too, Dora." Sam answered. "Dad said that if I leave, I can't come back." Adora sniffed and Sam reached over grabbed her jaw and turned her head so he could look into her blue eyes. "Come with me, Dora. I'll keep you safe." Adora smiled weakly at Sam. She knew he meant it, but he also knew that she couldn't.

"I can't Sammy, you know that." She said, sadly. "I want to, more than anything, but I have to stay with them." Sam nodded, accepting her words. He loved her, but he thought that she didn't feel the same way to him. He got up and dusted himself off before reaching a hand out to her. She took it and allowed him to pull her to her feet. As they walked back to the hotel, Adora knew that things would be forever changed between her and Sam.