(Set near the end of season one, before they met back up with their dad.
Sam groaned into the darkness, rolling over and opening his eyes after Dean's cell had rung an annoying classic rock riff a few times.
"Dean?" He asked, but his brother remained in dream land, somewhere. He groaned, as he fumbled for the phone.
"Dean's phone. This is Sam." His voice was thick with sleep.
"Sam?" A young female voice spilled out of the phone, filled with worry and surprise.
"Uncle Sammy? Where is Daddy?" The voice hit Sam with all the force of a semi, and his blood ran cold. He wanted to laugh and scream at the same time.
"Who is this?" the younger Winchester bit out, hesitantly, after a moment. Sam wondered if he was dreaming.
"Uncle Sammy, there is no time for this." The young girl informed him, seriously. "Where is Daddy? I need to talk to Daddy!" Sam raised his eyebrows, and sighed.
"Okay, give me a second."
Dean woke up the second the cold water hit his face.
"Wha? Sammy?" Half asleep, he didn't notice the menacing look that Sam's face.
"You're daughters on the phone." In a second, he was awake and alert.
"Where's the phone? Is she okay…" His voice trailed off as he realised what he was saying. Dean had never told his brother about his twelve year old daughter. He didn't need to turn the light on to know he was in trouble, as Sam passed him the cell.
"Honey," Dean asked the phone, trying not to think about how Sam was going to kill him. "What's wrong? Where's mummy?"
"Daddy, mummy won't wake up." The scared, young voice spilled out of the phone again, and Dean could hear the tears rolling down his daughter's face.
"There w-was a fire. I called the 911, and they are coming, but you need to come home, Daddy." She explained with taking the time to breathe until she finished.
"I'm scared, and mummy won't wake up."
A/N- How was this for a start? If your nice and review, more will be posted soon along with cupcakes, specially made for my lovely reviewers.