Prologue
Lawrence Mercy Hospital, Lawrence Kansas, December 2, 1983.
John Winchester couldn't believe what he was about to do. It had been a month since the fire and she was still in the hospital crammed into one of those baby incubators struggling to breathe. The amount of smoke his little girl had inhaled was astronomical and he couldn't stand to see her suffer. He had been thinking about this ever since he saw Missouri Mosely and learned the truth about what was hidden in the shadows of the night. He had made up his mind earlier that day as he thought about what he knew. He was going to hunt down and kill the thing that had murdered his beautiful wife and almost killed his two year old girl.
He could remember the night vividly in his head, coming home late from work and finding his whole family in Sammy's nursery. Mary had just laid Sam down and was leaning over his crib with Jane in her arms, and Dean climbing on the crib to say goodnight to his little brother. Dean ran to him as soon as he had said, "Hey Dean," and Mary had turned around with Jane struggling in her arms and reaching for him.
"So what do you think, Sammy and Janey ready to toss around a football?" He said as he caught Dean in a hug. Dean had replied with a shake of his head,
"No, Daddy," as Mary walked over and asked,
"You got him?"
He had said yeah and watched as Mary took Jane into her own room right next door to Sam's. "Sweet dreams, Sam." John said as he held Dean a little closer and turned out the light. Mary was just saying goodnight to Jane and walking out of the door as he had walked in. With Dean in his arms he leaned down and kissed her head and Dean mimicked John saying,
"Sweet dreams, Janey." His little girl reached out and grabbed Dean's hand cooing his name as best she could without the hard sound of the letter D. John smiled and took Dean into his own room. When Dean had finally settled down he gave Dean one last goodnight and left leaving the door cracked and headed down stairs to watch some T.V.
John couldn't remember falling asleep but he was startled awake by Mary's scream. He ran up the steps calling her name. He busted into Sam's room looking around and didn't see anything, thinking it was either the TV that had screamed or a dream. He walked over to Sam's crib and saw the mysterious drip, that if he had known at the time what it was he would have grabbed Sam then and ran and gotten Jane. When he had spotted Mary on the ceiling he couldn't believe his eyes, and stumbled backwards falling as he watched his wife go up in flames on the ceiling of Sam's room. He quickly grabbed Sam and ran into the hallway running into a tired Dean and saying, "Dean take your brother outside as fast as you can, don't look back. Now Dean! Go!" John had yelled and turned to try and rescue Mary only to be met with a plume of fire when he tried to go back into the nursery. He was ashamed to admit that the thought of Jane didn't even cross his mind till he heard the toddler wail in the room next door. Jon had went into overdrive at that moment and backed into the hallway and kicked the door next to Sam's nursery down. Jane was screaming as the smoke swirled around her. He grabbed the girl and sprinted out of the house. He felt her go limp in his arms as he busted out the front door and swooped up Dean who was still holding Sam in his arms. The fire had raged in Sam's room and had spread into Jane's taking the windows with it as Jon ran with his children to the street. Dean had all but slipped from his arms then and grasped onto Sam tighter as Jon laid Jane down on the neighbor's lawn trying to get her to open her eyes.
As soon as the fire trucks and ambulances had arrived they had taken Jane and John was left in shock sitting on the hood of his beloved Impala with Dean cuddled at his side and Sam in his arms.
He took one last look at his baby girl and turned to leave. He had argued and debated with himself over what to do about her since leaving Missouri's house and had finally come to a decision. He couldn't take Jane with him on this hunt to find his wife's killer. Having a little girl in the first place had terrified him until Mary had reassured him, but now that Mary was dead and Jane still couldn't breathe on her own he was left with little choice. He knew the road ahead of him was going to be a struggle with a six month old and four year old Dean, he couldn't be dragging an incubated Jane along with him. He swore to himself he was going to find her when this was all over and hopefully she would still be little enough to understand if she made it through this. He took a deep breath and walked out of the hospital to his Impala which held Sam snuggled in the back seat with Dean asleep next to him. Opening the door as quietly as possible so not to wake them he got in and heard a whisper from the back seat, "Daddy, where's Janey?"
Jon heaved a sigh, turning on the engine and lied, "She didn't make it, Dean." As he pulled out of the hospital he wiped the tears from his face and glanced in the rearview mirror to see Dean silently crying his head pressed against the window.
Little did John Winchester know, his little girl had pulled through three days later and had grown up to be stronger than he could ever imagine.
Chapter 1
J. Edgar Hoover Building, FBI Headquarters, Washington D.C. February 2007.
Jane Winchester was beyond pissed off. She couldn't believe that she was called back from her tour in Iraq to be questioned about two people she happened to share a name with. This was discrimination and she did not hesitate to let everyone she came in contact with know about it. She had trained and come too far for this shit to be happening to her now. She was a good Marine, no fuck that she was an amazing Marine, and she thought she was at least entitled to be judged on her own merits and not on those that could quiet possibly be her family.
She had gone through this line of questioning two times already once with her superior officer back in 2005 when this supposed Dean Winchester was wanted for murder back in the States. The second time she had been summoned earlier that year to appear amongst a review board at the main base in Baghdad. She could remember those days vividly. The first was the Day of Commitment for her and all the other marines whose tour was up. Her commanding officer had called her in to see if she had wished to continue in Iraq or to be sent home for her inactive duty tour:
Undisclosed Location, Iraq July 2005
Jane took a deep breath as she entered the make shift tent office her unit had just established. She was tired and dusty from having surveyed the entire site 24 hours previously from her perch within the nearby mountain.
"Corporal Winchester, take a seat." Sergeant Beam said motioning towards the singular chair in front of his desk. "Now it is my understanding that you plan to stay for another four years is that correct?" He asked shuffling through her file.
"Yes, sir." She replied without hesitation. Beam smiled, he had always admired Jane from a distance. The only woman to ever graduate from the top Scout Sniper school, and currently the only woman in the 26th Marine Expeditionary Unit, she had certainly made a name for herself. He couldn't even imagine her boot camp experience, knowing his had been hell and he had been male. Being a female in a Marine world was a feet all on its own, let alone being a Mountain Scout Sniper in one of the most prestigious Units, but continuing to be a female career Marine was simply amazing.
"Now I'm going to be frank here, Corporal Winchester, because I like you, but I'm getting pressure from up high to question you on a possible relation back in the States." Jane's eyebrows furrowed not really understanding. She had been a foster child her whole life, and hadn't even heard or cared about possible relations. She had grown up alone and liked it that way, knowing from a young age her best shot at getting out was through the military. Hell, being alone was the main reason she had survived the abuse and torture of her fellow Marines, she didn't need anyone's approval to get by, and she definitely didn't need a family slowing her down. Perhaps that's what made her the best candidate for a Scout Sniper. She spent tons of time alone doing surveillance and simply surviving from the mountains that even the slightest mention of other people joining her made her skittish, so mention of someone related to her made her palms sweat.
"Sir, I don't have any possible relations." She quickly replied wiping her hands on her fatigues.
"I understand that you grew up within the system, Winchester, you can't possibly know if you have relations. Now this Dean Winchester character is wanted for multiple charges, the least of which being credit fraud, the most murder."
"Excuse me Sir, you're right I grew up within the system I have no idea who this Dean character is," She was getting heated, she didn't like attachments of any kind and especially didn't like where these questions were going, "Sir." She added.
"Look," He said shifting her file aside and leaning on the desk closer to Jane, "I'm not saying you know this guy, I was just told to ask. Now I believe you, but just watch your back, according to the FBI this guy is bad news and I don't want you to go down for simply having a 'possible relation'." He said giving her a stern look, "If this Dean happens to surface again, this questioning won't just happen between you and me. You better check your attitude if this has to happen again." He pushed off the desk and sat up straight in his chair giving a slight cough to clear his throat, "I'm glad you plan on staying with the 26th, you are dismissed Corporal Winchester."
She stood straightening her vest, "Thank you, Sergeant Beam."
Camp Hope, Baghdad Iraq June 2006
Jane couldn't believe it. Sergeant Beam had been right about being called in again for questioning, but what had surprised her was the air transport that was called to take her to the main base. Her palms where getting sweaty again at the thought of her whole life being ruined just because she could possibly be related to this guy that had made himself the FBI's most wanted back in the States. She pulled at the neck of her dress blues, always uncomfortable in the stiff formal attire that was mandatory when meeting with senior officials. She was even more uncomfortable in the fact that she had to interact with these superior assholes who, she was certain, didn't think she deserved to be there in the first place. Misogynist dicks.
"They're ready for you, Winchester." The guard who had escorted her from her base to Camp Hope, said coming out of the conference room. She glared at the kid as she stood, he had judged the hell out of her the entire way. She was positive she wasn't in any real trouble, because they had sent a non-insignia Private to escort her, but she didn't want to take the risk of beating the shit out of him just in case.
"That's Corporal Winchester, Private." She said as she brushed past him.
"Not for long, bitch." She heard him say under his breath as she walked in the room. She took note of his name, once she was out of here she was going to show him who the real bitch was. She took a look around the room noting how plain it was except for the long table that held five senior officers. So this wasn't a sitting kind of meeting she thought standing at attention in front of the table.
"Corporal Winchester, due to your high standing within the 26th Expeditionary Unit, we are forced to investigate your relationship with your brothers. It has come to our attention that both Sam and Dean Winchester are wanted by the FBI." The older man in the middle of the table spoke. From what Jane could tell he was a non-nonsense career, and had a feeling he had already made his judgments on her. "Sergeant McDonough will you please read aloud Corporal Winchester's file." He said indicating for the smaller man at the end to read from his papers. She kept her face blank, as her mind went into a panic. She had never cared nor wanted to care what was in her intimate file.
"Corporal Jane Winchester, 25 years old, 5'10", green eyes, brown hair, 173.2lbs, 15.6% Body fat" Jane grimaced, that was an unnecessary bit of information to share, "Born March 6, 1981 in Lawrence Kansas to John and Mary Winchester. Siblings Sam and Dean Winchester. Abandoned at Lawrence Mercy Hospital on December 2, 1983, a month after Mary Winchester had died in a house fire. Jon Winchester decorated Corporal Marine corps during Vietnam, disappeared with Sam and Dean same day Corporal Winchester was abandoned." He said fast, taking a breath he changed pages without even taking a glance at Jane. She maintained her blank face, but was shocked at the news of her father, and the fact that now there were two brothers. So typical of a Marine to abandon his only daughter and keep his sons. "Corporal Jane Winchester grew up within the foster care system of Kansas, occupying 18 different houses within the span of 16 years, also a few orphanages. Joined the Marines at the age of 18 after graduating high school in 1999. Attended basic training at Parris Island graduating top of her class in 2000, went onto Scout Sniper basic camp at Quantico." He raised his eyebrows at that one clearly impressed, "Graduated again top of her class in 2001, continuing on to specialize at the High Angle Mountain Sniper camp in 2002, finishing second in her class. From then she was shipped off for her tour and has recently signed on for another tour as of-" he shuffled through his papers, "-June this year. Currently recommended to join the special force Reconnaissance Battalion, pending this investigation." He took a deep breath and finally glanced at Jane, clearly impressed with the woman. Jane definitely was not a force to be reckoned with, besides her impressive background and impressive physical structure she was continuing to blaze a trail for females in the Marines. No woman had ever been considered for Recon.
"Now, Corporal Andrews please read to us the files of her siblings." The man in the middle said, breaking Jane out of her shocked state. Another man at the other side of the table cleared his throat,
"Dean Winchester aged 27 currently wanted for multiple infractions, in various states, including: mail fraud, credit card fraud, grave desecration..." Jane's mind went into overdrive: grave desecration, she thought, what the fuck, "...armed robbery, kidnapping, and 3 counts of first degree murder. Sam Winchester aged 23 currently wanted as known accomplice to Dean's crimes as well as a few counts of murder himself." He looked up from his notes to sneer at Jane, "Both currently being hunted for their recent bank heist in Milwaukee." He finished looking towards the officer in the middle.
"Corporal Winchester have you ever come in contact with these siblings of yours?" The old man asked again giving Jane the once over with his eyes a look of distaste on his face. He respected how far the Marine had come, but did not respect her anatomy. Jane could tell this man believed women belonged at home not in a war zone, and definitely not as a top field Marine. He probably had a chubby soft little bitch waiting for him back home. In her mind he was intimidated by her stature, and if she did say so herself he should be. She had trained hard to get where she was, and she wasn't going to let being a female get in the way of training with the guys.
"No, Sir." She replied honestly. Couldn't they just tell by her file that she had never even knew they existed before this questioning started.
"Have you seen these men before?" He asked nodding his head to a Private who approached Jane with two pictures in his hands. She took the pictures, and was surprised at how good natured these fugitives looked she had been picturing something completely different. Well I guess that's where I get my masculine features, she thought staring at the two pictures.
"No, Sir. I honestly didn't even know they existed before today, Sir." She said handing the pictures back to the Private. The old man nodded turning to the other officers at the table.
Jane's mind drifted as the officers talked amongst themselves. She was extremely overwhelmed with the amount of information she had heard. First her whole family history was shocking, than her Recon recommendation, she couldn't believe it. She was perfectly happy alone in her scout sniper position, but being recommended to one of the most prestigious, and to be honest the fucking hardest, battalions was blowing her mind. Being a part of Recon was similar to the Army's Green Berets or even the Navy Seals, but even more impressive because it was the Marines, she thought. Then her thoughts turned to her supposed brothers and a hatred began to fester in her stomach. Like she thought before she wasn't surprised her father had abandoned her, but she was surprised he chose to take a baby with him instead. Why not abandon both of them at least. She was cut off from her thoughts when the old man stood clearing his throat,
"Corporal Winchester, we have come to an agreement that you are being honest in your statements, but your acceptance to the Recon battalion has been denied." She raised her eyebrows, no big shocker there, "We cannot afford to have someone with such a colorful and unstable background as yours joining our most special operations task force. You will remain here as a part of the Camp Hope surveillance team until your brothers have been apprehended and their case is closed. Please report to Sergeant McDonough at 0800 tomorrow for your new assignment, you are dismissed."
Please let me know what you think! I've had this story in mind for awhile, and I plan on posting at least once a week depending on how well my juices are flowing. This fic might get graphic at times so I might change the rating to more mature later on depending on how everything turns out. Also please bare with me on all the military references I am making them up as I go and I do not mean to offend anyone, and I am extremely proud of all out troops. Thanks for reading!