Hello readers! This is my first attempt at writing a Supernatural fanfiction! I've had this idea in my head for about two years now, but I wanted to get in control with my first story first before starting a new one.. if you enjoy Danny Phantom please check out my story "Watched"! Anywho, This is an AU version of Supernatural yet the characters will stay the same and there shouldn't be any spoilers in it (Cas might change, but not personality wise). I've already written like the first 5 or six chapters.. but I might break them up a bit because each chapter after chapter 1 is about 10 pages xD Ermm.. what else is there.. Oh! John Winchester is alive and so is Jess! Lisa is also in this story with lil Ben as a fourteen year old ^.^ I absolutely adore my new character Tally. She's got a lot of spunk and character. I hope you guys enjoy her. Tell me what you think and how I can improve :D please leave reviews.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural... Yet, I am proud to own Tallahassee ^.^ (not the state o.o)

Ages: Dean-32, Sam- 28

~Mz. Jinky 3

Chapter 1: You are the Father

"You said that you had something to show me , Bobby? I'm not only here to reminisce," Dean explained taking a sip from the coffee his Uncle offered him.

"Yeah, you're right. But it's nice to see you boys after so long," Bobby told them nervously. Dean and Sam could both tell what Bobby had to tell them wasn't going to be good.

"What's wrong, Bobby? Did something happen?" Sam questioned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

"I'll get to it, I'll get to it. Let's just…relax for a while."

Robert Singer might as well have been Sam and Dean's second father. He was the brother of John Winchester, Sam and Dean's father. John and Bobby were inseparable, until their dreams separated each other. Bobby decided he wanted open a salvage yard for cars (Singer Salvage Yard) as John found his career as a cop in Kansas. Unfortunately, John's wife died in a house fire when Dean was four and Sam only 6 months old. John often took his sons to visit Bobby on vacations or weekends to South Dakota. With John and Bobby as their influences, Sam and Dean grew just as close.

Dean Winchester was very…lively. He still happened to have the hormones of a 17 year old, even at the age of 32. In high school, he was quite popular. Always with a new girl, always finding a way to sweet talk his teachers, and always the center of attention. He often spent his time taunting his brother in his adolescence and even attempting to help his father out on cases. The two were very close, he and his father. Dean followed every order and every request. Such as a soldier would to his superior. Dean had always had a strong devotion to his father.

Sam, however, couldn't have been more different. He was a bit more sensitive than his older brother. He wasn't all that popular in high school and was classified as a "nerd" for most of it. Always studying, always reading, and always curious to learn more than what school had to offer him. Dean enjoyed providing him nicknames for it; Geek-boy being Dean's favorite to use. A lot of the teasing stopped when Sam reached 6'2 at the age of fifteen. He grew two more inches before his growing stopped. He was very satisfied that now he had something to tease Dean for.

And here they are now, back in South Dakota because Bobby had something "really important" to tell them. Dean almost refused to drive there because the last time they visited for something "really important", they were both attacked for Bobby thinking they were robbers. Sam was pointed at with a pistol (Bobby was very well known for his collection of guns).

As brutal as the car ride over to South Dakota was, they were able to make it in one piece. Yet Bobby refused to tell them why they came all this way in the first place.

"Bobby, come on. We've been here for two hours. Tell us what's going on," Sam persisted with irritation.

"I don't exactly know how to tell you guys…" Bobby started. "She's- "

"Come on! Uncle Bobby, you told me that you'd help me with my worksheet! That was hours ago!" a loud and frustrated voice shouted from the staircase. Down came a fourteen year old girl with a binder in hand, pencil in the bun of her hair, and a calculator between her lips. Her brown eyes were concentrated on the large binder that seemed to be far too cumbersome for her hands to carry. She twitched her small, flat nose to prevent from sneezing but it was too late. She tripped on the way down, trying to catch the binder that flew out of her hands, and fell flat on her stomach. Blowing the messy, side bangs from her face, she stood up with the binder and calculator and walked over to where the three men sat in the kitchen.

"Uncle Bobby! What was taking so…long?" She asked placing her school things onto the table next to Sam's coffee cup. "Is this…" she began but Bobby caught her off.

"Yeah, they are," Bobby spoke nervously. "I'll be right back. Get started on that test alright? I'll help you in a bit." Then he left the room in a dash.

The girl moved to the place Bobby had sat before but remained staring at Dean, half-shocked and half-disgusted with the man.

Dean couldn't help but notice the teen was staring at him. So, he stared back. She had very dark brown hair (almost black) pulled into a messy bun at the top of her head. He wondered why he had never known about Bobby's "niece" and why she never been introduced before. She came out of nowhere…

Sam was only thinking of how awkward the silence was. Itching for anyone to start up a conversation. He noticed the way she pierced her eyes at his older brother. He decided enough was enough.

"Um, hey. I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean," Sam introduced with a small smile. She didn't smile back.

"Dean…" she breathed with her eyes still glaring at the older of the three. Ignoring Sam's introduction. She opened her binder and began her work. Thinking that if she just ignored them, they wouldn't try and speak to her. Then maybe it would make Uncle Bobby reconsider his decision and let her stay at home. But she knew that would never happen. His mind was made up.

"What's your name?" Dean asked to at least get on the right foot with whoever she was. He thought tat she hadn't heard him since her head remained bent and her right hand was scribbling answers then erasing them on a paper that was labeled "Physics' Placement Test." Which didn't make sense to Dean because she was doing homework in the beginning of summer.

Right when he was about to repeat the question she mumbled, "Tallahassee Mars." And she went back to her work.

Dean choked on his coffee. Mars?

"You were named after the capital of Florida?" Sam asked, trying to break the tension.

Tally looked up and gave Sam and look. "No, the capital of South Africa," she said rolling her eyes. "Yes, I am fully aware that my name is the capital of a state. Story of my life." She went back to writing.

"Alright then…" Dean murmured at her rudeness.

"Look, just leave me alone, okay?"

"Tallahassee! Would it kill you to be a little nice?" Bobby exclaimed walking into the room.

"I'm plenty nice to you, Uncle Bobby. Just let me stay here!" Tally shouted, her voice cracking in frustration.

"You know that I can't keep you here, Tally. It's just for the summer…"

"This is so stupid!" Tally screamed tears streaming down her face. She wasn't sad. She was sad a few weeks ago and was far from it now. Now, she was angry and she couldn't help it.

"Whoa, whoa, Bobby! What's going on?" Dean intervened, confused as to why they were arguing.

"Tallahassee will be spending the summer with the two of you," Bobby explained.

"Wait, why?" Dean questioned.

"Because," Tally wept. "You're my father."