Chapter One; Responsibility of a new father.

It was something that caught both Winchester's off guard. They really should've expected that something like this would happen. Especially with Dean's women loving lifestyle. Dean never expected it to happen, ever; he was sure he always made precautions so something like this wouldn't happen. Almost Always. It was a shock to the system and he had wasn't really sure on what to do. His younger brother, on the other hand, wasn't as shocked but still pretty uneasy about the situation they landed them selves in.

What are you supposed to do when a teenager turns up claiming to be your daughter?

An awkward silence filled the Dinner. Her sharp green eyes stared at them waiting for a reply. She didn't know how they'd react but stunned silence wasn't what she imagined, she thought at least there would be some denial. But no. She sighed and leaned back into the leather seats of the dinner, her arms crossing over her chest as well as crossing her ripped black jeans coated legs. Dean held the photograph that she had handed him only moments ago. It was some sort of proof that she was who she said she is. He recognised it, of course, he did.

Dean was smart, he'd always has, despite how he tried to fool people including himself that he was just some meat-head. All power no brains but that wasn't the case. Dean Winchester always remembered the important things; always remembers to salt line and ward the motel rooms, remembers to check the engine of the Chevrolet Impala on a regular basis, always remembers to clean and safety check their weapons before and after every hunt, He remembers to keep an eye out for his brother, always. This time was no different. Alice White a beautiful girl and a close friend at one point before they fell out of contact.

The polaroid photo consisted of two people sitting on the hood of the Impala; A bright blue eyed blonde pale beauty that was holding a rifle. Alice Blue White. She was sitting next to Dean who casually had his arm around her shoulder's with a cigarette hanging out his mouth. Dean remembered that Alice was a hunter, just like them. Her Father Jackson White had met up with his father to help with a werewolf pack that had gotten out of hand. Twenty of them. Dean remembered not like Jackson all that much but maybe it was the high distaste Jackson had against him flirting with his daughter. Only a few days after they had met, Dean and Alice started hooking up. It was supposedly harmless fun between friends or so that's what he thought at the time. And as it turned out, that harmless fun had consequences.

Dean looked at the teenager. The age was right. Dean had parted with Alice around fifteen and a half years ago from what he remembered. She looked that age and she also looked a lot like Alice apart from the bright green eyes and dyed dark red hair. The same pale complexion, the same button nose and short slime figure. He could definitely see the resemblance. There was one question on his mind now. Why hadn't Alice told him? they'd met up a few times since that hunt. Why didn't she tell him?

"Are you goin' to say somethin' or are you goin' to continue to stare?" She asked slightly irritated. This girl definitely had Dean's attitude, that was for sure. She had a faint Texas accent which made sense since she was probably born there. Dean remembered Alice saying that she lived on the edge of town in 'San Antonia'

Sam cleared his throat. "Right, Sorry," Sam said. "It's just we - uh - Alice never mentioned having a kid," Sam said. "We had no idea you even existed. It's just hard to wrap our head around" He answered for his brother who looked like he was just snapping out of his shock and waved the waiter over. All this was making his head spin. He thought maybe getting some nice food would help him relax. He was wrong.

"You two want anything?" Dean questioned as the male waiter walked over. Hazel, Dean's Daughter picked up the menu without hesitation. Hazel was slim a bit slimmer than she probably should've been but that was her fault for living on the road with barely enough money to survive. Her green eyes flickering across the pace biting her lip as she tried to decide what to buy. She wasn't paying so she could order what she wanted without going broke. Beside's she hadn't realised how hungry she truly was till now.

"Chicken burger," She said out loud. "With BBQ sauce" She added.

Dean nodded. "I'll have a coffee and what's she's having - Sam?" Sam just looked at Dean. Dean knew what his brother wanted, what he always wanted. Salad. Dean pulled a face and turned back to the waiter. "He'll have a coffee and a Salad"

The waiter disappeared behind the counter and into the kitchen. "So Hazel" Dean said. "How'd you find us?" It was valid questioned. Dean and Sam were always moving and they didn't really have a home address. Their car was their home.

Hazel gave a lazy shrug looking between the two brothers. "Wasn't that hard - I mean a car like that there's very few of them around?" Hazel said. They waited for her to continue. "So, I tracked the car."

"You tracked our car?" Dean questioned.
"How?" Sam was just as intrigued as his brother. Maybe she really did inherit hunting genes.

"I had a friend who helped," Hazel said. Her green eyes caught the waiters as he walked back in with the food. " We got onto this website put in your car details and turns out there's only three that is road worthy. One is owned by a rich guy in Louisana and he never leaves the town. The other an old grumpy guy called Henry, his is parked in his own personal museum of classic cars. I guessed yours was the only one that kept driving from state to state. We used the CTV to follow the car movements and it turns out that nine out of ten times you use this road to head to South Dakota."

The waiter handed them their meal and Hazel went straight to eating her food. "Who this friend of yours?" Sam questioned.

"Logan" Hazel answered.

"Why did you come to find us? - why not stay at home with your mom" Dean asked. Hazel was beginning to think this was more of an interrogation than a family reunion. She slowly placed the burger down and looked at Dean with a frown.

"You don't know," She said slowly."So you?" She asked as the realisation hit her. Her head tilted to the side somewhat like a confused puppy would. "How could you not know?"

"Know what?" Sam said, curious.

"My Mom died," Hazel said. Her green eyes glazed over slightly becoming glassy. "Around four years ago". That day four years ago she would never forget. Well, like she couldn't forget anything anyway. Hazel always had a knack for remembering every little detail. A photographic memory is what her mom had told her. Alice had suffered from it too. But Hazel would always remember the screams and the blood, and how her mom's husband. Drake. covered it all up expertly. She'd hate him till the day she died.

"How?" Dean broke the silence.

Hazel didn't reply straight away. "She just" Hazel began but stopped. Trying to think of re-wording. "She went out late at night and never came back" It was a lie but she didn't really have a choice. Hazel was scared of Drake and probably always would be. If he found out she told someone what happened...What would he do to her? what would he do to her half-siblings? No matter what, she couldn't risk it.

Dean didn't look convinced. "She just left you?" Dean Dean knew Hazel's mom they were close and Dean knew she wasn't the type to just leave. His mind was starting to race for all the possibilities that could've happened. Little did he know he wouldn't guess anything close. Hazel nodded. "Who looked after you then?" Dean pressed on with his questions.

"Her husband" Hazel sighed. "Since he was the father of my baby sister and brother I just ended up staying with them because they couldn't locate you." Hazel gave him a look. "Not that it was your fault"

"Then why'd you run away?"

"Shit happens" Hazel answered. The look she gave them made it clear she wasn't going to spill her secrets so soon. As relaxed and comfortable she tried to make her self-seem in their presence both brothers could tell she was on edge. The slight flinch at any loud noises. The way she always turned to see who walked through the Diener doors and the way her sharp green eyes was picking out .detail of the dinner and who walked in.

Dean sighed. "If you've got somewhere to stay you can't come with us" He pinched the bridge of his nose with his right hand before running it through his hand. He was starting to get stressed out and Sam noticed. That one habit always stuck when he was stressed or worried.

Hazel sat up straighter. "I don't"

"Hazel" Dean said slowly. She shifted uncomfortably. "Me and Sam, we're in a dangerous line of work and it's no place for a kid. We can't drag you around the country."

"You have to go home" Sam agreed. Hazel looked between Sam and Dean. The look she gave them was half between a wounded animal and helplessness.

"I can't. Drake kicked me out," Hazel said. Another lie and Dean was beginning to pick up on the subtle signs that she was lying. It was so faint and such a small detail that he almost didn't notice it. It was a small twitch in her bottom lip which was barely noticeable. Dean let out a sigh once again running a hand through his hair as he began to get more stressed out.

"Then what about any other family?" Dean asked. "Your grandad; Jackson White?"

Hazel frowned. "He died," Hazel said. "Got attacked by a wild animal"

Sam and Dean shared a look like they knew something she didn't. It was an easy guess for Sam and Dean for what happened. Jackson was attacked by a supernatural creature. Dean already knew her grama wasn't in the picture from he remembered Alice told her. The only place she had to go and she ran halfway across the country from it. What was she running from?.

"Alice has a brother, right?" Sam recalled out loud. Both brothers didn't miss the look that crossed Hazel's face.

"Daniel," Dean said.

"He's busy" Hazel slouched in her chair.

"Too busy to help his niece?"Dean asked. "You can stay with us until he picks you up" Dean offered.

"He's too busy being locked up. He's in prison and he's not getting out for another year or two"

That made it clear. Hazel really had nowhere else to go, sure it would be dangerous for her to come with them but that way they could look after her but if she went out on her own. A young teenager on the streets hitchhiking god knows what trouble she'd find her self in.

"Fine" Dean caved pulling some cash from his wallet. He passed her the keys to his Impala. "Get in the car"

Hazel knew that was only a tactic to get her out of ear shot while they tried to decide what to do with her. Dean rested his elbows on the dining table and put his head in his hands. Sam and Dean fell into silence both brothers thinking on what to do. "We could just drop her in the nearest foster care" Dean suggested looking at his brother with an unreadable look. "We can't drag her into this Sammy"
Dean accepted it. He accepted that this young fifteen and a half-year-old girl was his daughter. He knew that family didn't start with blood and that you had to earn it but he also knew he and Sam were the only things she had right now. He couldn't kick her to the curb. To Dean, it was a small glimpse into a life that he knew he couldn't have. Because it would end up bad, and both brothers knew it and whether they wanted to admit it or not, it scared them.

"They'd just send her back to that Drake guy," Sam said. "She clearly doesn't want to be there. She'd just run away" Sam retorted. Sam was right and Dean knew it.

"Then what do we do?" Dean asked.

"I don't know" Sam muttered. Sam watched his brother think for a while before what seemed like a lightbulb was turned on in Dean's mind.

"Jody," Dean said. "She handles Alex and Clair pretty well"

"That's true but that's not up to us what if she doesn't have any room. Besides Jody's away on holiday with them they won't be back for three days at least." Sam said. "You know the receptions bad up in that cabin"

"Yeah. " Dean said. They both got up and walked toward the car. Neither Dean nor Sam knew what to do but they figured they could just continue to do the best they could and when something goes wrong improvise. Hope for the best. That's all they could do but right now both of them knew if anything supernatural finds out about her. There will be trouble and all they could do is hope.