Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is not mine and neither is Supernatural. But I do love them equally and I spend way too much time watching them.
Chapter 1: Fate Kicks In
"Why do we always get stuck going to the hospitals?" Reid griped as we walked through the hallway of yet another hospital.
"Be happy there's even one alive, this guy usually doesn't do that." I reply, looking over the notes I had taken from Elizabeth Tucker's interview, or as many notes as you can get from a delirious and drugged up traumatized woman. "I don't know Reid, this just doesn't add up for me. Kate and LeAnn were burned from the inside, but Elizabeth is outside."
"Maybe he's evolving?"
"More devolving. Burning on the outside seems a step backwards. Not to mention it wasn't effective."
"Maybe he was interrupted, or careless. It's been a long time since the last victim, maybe he's growing impatient or she didn't fit his needs?"
"Possible." I say as I sigh and snap my book shut and shake my eyes, a nagging feeling growing in my gut that this wasn't an FBI case but a Hunter case. I needed to get more information before I decided what to do. If this was supernatural I would have to be careful in getting my team out and hunters in. "There is a great coffee shop here in town, let's stop there on our way back to the station."
"We've never been in Sioux Falls before, how do you know where there is great coffee?"
"We haven't, but I have. Had an uncle who lived here when I was little, visited him a lot growing up. And even as a teenager I was obsessed with coffee."
"Did you keep in contact with him after you ran away?"
"No, Uncle Bobby was a great guy, but he would have told dad and I wouldn't of had my rocking life with Rossi and his revolving door of ex-wives." I say as we come to a stop in front of the elevators, I push the down button and wait as it slowly rises from the basement garage.
"I don't think I'll ever be able to wrap my brain around the fact that you're basically Rossi's daughter. Very strange."
"Rossi is strange. And with each passing year I swear it only gets worse."
The elevator dings and the door opens, I give the very tall man who was in it a small smile that freezes on my lips as I look at the man. He's tall, very tall, lanky brown hair that's just a little shorter then Reid's, tattered jeans and a tannish jacket, but it was his face that really caught my attention, the cuts and bruises, dried blood on his collar, he looked a mess, but I felt something tug at my brain. I blinked at him a few times before I step out of his way. He mutters "thanks" as he hurries by, his hands tucked into his jean pockets and his shoulders hunched like he was in pain or protecting himself. I stare after him as he goes down the hall. My brain itching somewhere I can't quite get too. He looked very familiar.
"Chester?" Reid asks as he steps up beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah," I say shaking my head, wishing I could scratch the itch in my brain, "I'm fine, he just looked familiar is all. How about that coffee?" I say as I clap him on his scrawny shoulder and walk towards the elevator.
The ride to the coffee shop was quiet, a strange thing for Reid and I. We were usually full of random chatter and nerdy goodness. But I didn't have it in me at the moment. The tall man's face kept flashing in my head, and I absently gave Reid directions to the coffee shop as I tried to remember where I had seen him before.
I had given up trying to figure it out when we pulled up in front of the coffee shop. I gave my head another shake and opened my door, looking around as I did, scanning for anything that used to be familiar. Sam and I spent lots of time here when we were kids. The shop was right across from the library, where we also spent a lot of time. I look across at the familiar building and my heart almost stills. Strapped down to a trailer of towing truck that said "Singer's Salvage and Auto" was the crumpled remains of a 67' Impala.
Without a word I run across the street and stop right in front of the destroyed car. I quickly walked to the trunk and looked at the top of the majorly dented trunk and my chest tightens as I see a devil's trap painted into the black metal. I take a few stumbling steps back as my brain stops itching and the face of my little brother bursts behind my eyes, looking just like the tall man I saw in the elevator at the hospital. Everything hits me so fast I kept stumbling back until I felt hands grab my arms. "Chester! Hey!" Reid says, giving me a small shake, obviously confused over what he was supposed to do.
"Excuse me, since when is it common courtesy to go poking you nose where it doesn't belong?" a gruff voice angrily asks and I look up and come face to face with my Uncle Bobby. I look him up and down, my throat going dry as I notice he doesn't look all the different. A little heavier and with a thinner, lighter beard, but it was still Bobby. His face goes as still and green as mine as he looks at me too.
"Janna?" he breathes out. All I can do is nod and fight the tears that are burning behind my eyes; it had been ten years since I had seen him. Ten years since I had run away from my family, not able to deal with John Winchester's bull anymore. "Shit." Bobby mutters as he walks forward, he hesitantly opens his arms, just a little offering for a hug I wasn't sure I deserved.
But I wanted it.
I break away from Reid's loose grasp and burry myself into Bobby's chest. I can't stop the small sob that leaves my throat as the too familiar arms wrap around me. He even smells the same, a mixture of dusty books, cheap alcohol, and metal. "We looked everywhere for you kid." He says against my hair.
"I'm sorry, I had to leave, I couldn't take it anymore." I mutter back, Reid was still there, still paying attention and listening for anything he could use to figure out what was going on.
"I know, but it still hurt. We all looked for you. I missed you."
"I missed you too." I say as I pull back a little, wiping my eyes and sucking in a calming breath. "Hi." I say after a few seconds. He gives me a smile and lets me go. I take a step back and a point over to Reid. "Bobby, this is Spencer Reid."
"Nice to meet you." Reid says softly, confusion written all over his face. Bobby says nothing, just offering a hand that Reid only shakes because it's rude not too. Reid isn't big on physical contact. "Reid works with me, we're out here for work."
"You look a little young to be working for the FBI boy." Bobby says looking Reid up and down, trying to decide if he liked him or not.
"You know?" I ask, surprised. "How?"
"I know everything." He says to me like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and he was right, Bobby did seem to know everything. "Saw you on the news a few years ago, something about an arsonist at a college. You looked good on the TV, never thought my little girl would be a FBI agent. Kinda kept up with you after that. No, I didn't tell anyone." He adds before I could ask.
I wasn't overly surprised he hadn't, Dad and Dean would have been in Virginia faster than I could blink. My mood sours as I look at the car.
"What happened to the car?" I ask, and Bobby visibly saddens as well.
"You dad and brothers were hunting and on their way back they got smashed by a demon truck driver." He states, and I look up at him in surprise. Demons were dicks and a pain in the ass to deal with, but they weren't something Hunters normally ran into. I only remember dad actually dealing with three when I was little.
"I doubt the truck driver meant to hit the car. I'm sure he's sorry about it." Reid says, looking over the car. "It's a very nice car." He adds.
"Reid, why don't you head back and tell Hotch what we found, I'll be there as soon as I can." I suggest, hoping he'll listen.
"How will you get there?" he asks.
"Bobby can take me. Please Reid. I'll even call Hotch and tell him what happened." I offer, hoping if I make it so Reid doesn't have to explain something so weird to our boss he'd be more willing to go.
"It's cool, I'll go and tell him, just let me know if anything happens." He says as he awkwardly waves bye to us and walks back across the street.
"He's a little squirrely isn't he?" Bobby asks as Reid's lanky form climbs into the SUV.
"Focus Bobby, what happened to them?"
Bobby and I got in his truck and as he drove us to his house he told me everything that had happened. If I hadn't been raised in the supernatural world I would not have believed a thing he said. But I was raised in it; I did know what was out in the world. I think that's why I was so good at my job at the BAU; I knew more about the dark side of life than my bosses did. In my job we had always snagged a case that wasn't of human doing. I tried to keep us away from them if they came up in our meetings, and if I couldn't prevent it I would call a few hunters that I had stumbled upon since I left and point them in the right direction. They would finish the job, our case would go cold, and we would leave.
"So dad found him. He found the demon that killed mom." I say, not really believing what I was told. This demon was dad's mission in life, finding and killing it. And now it had almost killed them.
"Yeah, he did. Things just didn't go as expected."
"And Dean's in a coma."
"That's what Sam said. Do you want to go to the hospital?"
"No." I say right away. "It's not my place."
"Janna-."
"I said no. I ran away from then Bobby, I stopped being family that night. Dean wouldn't want me there, dad probably hates me, and I know Sam feel abandoned."
"You don't know how they feel kid. And yes, you ran away, ran off with just a note and a promise that you would be careful. What you didn't see was the aftermath of that move. John stopped hunting monsters and started hunting you. For 6 months he looked for you. He called us all in. Caleb, Pastor Jim, Ellen, hell even Rufus was on the lookout. It tore your father up. He gave me your brothers for a whole year after you left, terrified they would leave him too. So I can tell you that your daddy will want to see you, no matter what."
"Okay, but you have to take me to the station first. I have an actual job with rules I have to follow. I can't just go off and do what I want. I have to tell my boss, or ask him at least. We are sort of here on a case."
"The burn victims, it doesn't seem to be witchy which is what I was first thinking, so maybe it's just a messed up person."
"Do you know anyone here who could do this stuff?"
"No, usually this town is quiet, that's partly why I live here. But all good things must come to an end."
"We'll find who it is Bobby. We haven't failed yet. At least not when it's just a regular thing. We landed a case involving a werewolf a month or so ago. That was fun."
"You didn't just leave it did ya?"
"No, called Earl Bridges. He's kind of my go-to guy."
"Earl's an idiot."
"Well I couldn't call you and Dean is so far out of the running it's not funny. I made due. Besides, I had to call someone who wouldn't tell dad."
Bobby shook his head at me as we pulled into his car lot. I looked out the window and smiled at the familiar sight. The yard was messy, covered in car parts, tools, oil spots, gas stains, and dirt. The house looked the same too, just more run down than usual. Bobby drove around towards the back and pulled backed the trailer into a garage, where Dean's baby would sit until he was able to fix it. I looked down at my lap and picked at my nails, Dean was in a coma. My big, stronger than life brother was in a coma. I shook my head and got out of the car, just as my feet hit the ground my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket and cringed at the name that flashed across the screen.
"Chester." I say weakly into the phone, cringing more at the calm, yet angry voice that came from the speaker.
"Do you care to tell me why Reid just showed up without you saying you hopped into a random truck with some strange man?" Rossi demanded.
"He wasn't just some man, and I asked Reid if he could handle reporting back to you-."
"What the kid says he can do is not the point. You do not just go off half-cocked with someone from your personal life because you feel like it, especially in the middle of a case. Get back here. And then you can tell what was going through your head."
"If you would stop for two seconds and let me explain."
"I told you to get back here, Hotch isn't happy with you either."
"David! Just stop. I saw my brother at the hospital, and then I saw my Uncle Bobby. My family Dave, they're hurt."
The silence on the other end of the line had my lowering my eyes to the ground. I hated snapping at Rossi, and I really hated when he fell silent after it. "Dave?" I mumble, waiting for him to respond.
"Are you at the hospital?"
"No, I'm on my way back to the station. I just—I had to know what happened and Bobby knew what was going on and I know I didn't handle it well but-."
"Stop. Just get here and then we'll decide what to do with you and work, then we'll go to the hospital."
"Dave, I don't think you should-." The line went dead before I could finish my sentence. I sigh and shove my phone back in my pocket.
"Let's go Janna." Bobby says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and steering me towards another towing truck, this one was red with yellow letters. "How pissed was step-dad?" Bobby asks as he starts the car up.
"How did you know that's who it was?"
"I've known where you've been for years. Got a call about 6 months after you left, some one saw you."
"You said you saw me on TV." I say confused.
"And I did. That was how I knew you were with the FBI. I found where you were and who you were with long before that."
"Why didn't you come after me?" I ask, truly wondering why.
"I did." He said before telling me about a trip he made to Virginia ten years ago.
FLASHBACK
Bobby's PoV
I swear these damn Winchesters' were going to make my hair fall out because of all their BS. John was tearing half the country apart looking for the missing child, and he just informed me that he would be dropping the boys off indefinitely next month. Between his annoying phone calls and the random research he was asking of me I had no time to do much else. It had been 6 months since Janna had run off, a weak note of explanation found in her wake the morning after. After that John had lost his marbles, he left his case wide open, calling in another hunter to take it over, and he and the boys had gone on the hunt for her. Dean went to every bus stop and train station around and poor Sam had been tied to John's side as he ran around town flashing her photo to anyone who stood still for half a second. John had always worried out his younger, less devoted children. Even I knew it would be a cold day in Hell before Dean left his dad. Sam and Jana never had that level of devotion.
I had looked too, but I stayed home mostly, hoping she would come here, or at least call. But no. nothing had happened. All the hunters I trusted had been given a photo of her and were under orders to call if they saw her. Ellen would ask around at her roadhouse, but we had nothing to show for it.
I walked up the steps of my house and went to straighten up the guest room, the three twin beds took up most of the floor space, and I sighed as I looked at the shower curtain I had installed around the far bed. Jana was a girl; she needed some sort of privacy when they were all here. I walked over and sat down on it and traced the scratching of her name that hung on the wall beside it.
The kids had been here for two months when she was 5, and this was the first art project she had done in art class. She had been proud and asked if she could hang it by her bed. There was no way I could have told her no. so there it hung, the glitter was long gone and the paper faded, but it still hung there. Her art work above her bed. I stood back up and ripped all the blankets and sheets from the bed to take to the laundry. No one had slept in them in for about 10 or 11 months and they needed to be washed and aired out.
I poured the soap into the machine when my phone rang. "Yeah?" I answer as I try and screw the lid on with one hand.
"Hey Singer, I just saw that girl you and Winchester are looking for." The voice says and I almost drop the soap all over the floor.
"Who is this?"
"Gordon Walker. Ellen Harvelle passed her picture around when I was last at the roadhouse. This girl is her."
"Where?"
"Quantico Virginia. Caught wind of a nest up here, stopped to get food at Katy's Drivin' Diner on 86th and she was there with an older, Italian man. They looked pretty comfortable together. Anyways, didn't have Winchester's number, just wanted to let you know."
"Thanks." I say as I hang up. Gordon Walker was an ass; I had nothing good to say about him. I immediately dialed John's number but before it even rung I hung the phone up.
If I wanted to get Jana back home John was not the answer. Father and daughter had never been close. And his temper and the fact he'd go in fists and words flying, demanding she return would only make her run away again down the road. John would be here in a few weeks, and I would make his day if Jana was waiting for him.
It would be quicker to fly there than drive, plus I didn't think my car would make the trip anyway. So I called Rufus and put him on phone duty and said I was taking my own hunt so he'd leave me alone, booked a flight, and three days later I drove down the road towards the restaurant Gordon had said he saw her at.
I parked and went inside, I walked up to the bar and sat down, and when the waitress showed up and showed a picture of Jana and asked if she knew who she was. "That's Janna, her and her dad come in here every Sunday during the church rush." She answered after I flashed my fake police badge.
"What is the man's name?" I ask, wanting to know who the hell had the nerve to say he was her father.
"David Rossi, he's a very nice man." Then she filled my cup and walked off. I took a drink and cringed at the taste. It was weak and bitter, and so was the fact I had to stick around one more day.
After I ate I went to the closest hotel and looked up the service times of all the churches in the area and then I looked up all the information I could on David Rossi. A whole bunch of articles popped up, including information about a book he had written. He was an FBI agent. But there was nothing about him having a kid, even adopting one. But there were marriage and divorce records, two of each to be exact. There were a few interviews he had done, and I watched them all. I felt more akin to a stalker than I ever had in my life. But I needed to know everything there was to know about this man who had Jana.
The following morning I was up and waiting at the restaurant by 11:30. I watched people come and go for almost an hour, with each minute that passed I get more and more annoyed, it was getting late into the church rush, and no sign of them. I turned the car back on to get some air going and I was about to drive off and start looking the old fashion way, then a red car pulled in and a man and a teenaged girl got out. My eyes grow big and my heart speeds up as I look at Jana for the first time in over a year, 6 of those months she had been missing.
Her brown hair was up in a bun on the top of her head and she was dressed in a pink dress with white shoes. She looked healthy enough from a distance, happy even. The man wore a black suit with black shoes that matched his black hair. Why was he wearing so much damn black? And why was Jana in a dress? She hates the things and I had never seen her in one. I watch with a mix of jealousy and anger as she laughs and gives the tall man a small push against his shoulder. He doesn't budge and just wraps his arm around her shoulders and leads her into the building. I wait a few minutes and then follow them in. I see a table free right behind Jana and I walk to it and sit down. The middle of a restaurant was not the place to lay claim to my long lost girl. So I sat and listened instead.
"Are you going to try out of the choir?" the man asks, his voice has a small accent, he was definitely Italian.
"I don't know. I like to sing, but Sister Agatha is a bit crazy, I don't know if I could survive being that close to her several times a week." Jana says, she sounds happy, happier than she had in a long time. The small talk continued, they talked about her school, the track team she was on, the man sounded amazed with how fast she could run, his job, people I didn't know, something about a new puppy, how good the food was, something about the mass they had left that morning, just normal, run of the mill stuff. As they talked I felt my heart drop more and more. Jana was happy. Happier than I could ever remember her being. This guy was obviously wrapped around her finger and loved her, he had a good job, and she wasn't moving all over the place. She had found what she wanted.
I quickly finished off my coffee and ate half my food before I got up and walked out of the building. I got in the rental car and watched as a few minutes later they walk out of the building too. They walk to their car, he even opens and closes her door before he gets in. I watch as he backs out and drives off. I watched as the most important girl in my life was driven away by a stranger. But I knew it was for the best. She had the life she wanted; she was safe and cared for. And who was I to take that away from her?
The next day I was on a plane back home, and two weeks later John showed up, dragging two tired teenagers with him. I sent the boys upstairs and I asked John where he was going this time.
"Canada, I think there is a lead on the demon there. Same type of family, same situation. It's easier to get across the border without the kids."
"I agree, you just don't get caught by the feds," I say as I pour a glass of rockgut for the man. "Illegally crossing the borders isn't something I can get you out of."
"I will be." John says as he sits on the couch, reaching for the drink I held in my hands. "Have you heard anything on Janna?" he asks, his voice holding no sign of hope for a positive answer.
"No, if I had you know I'd call you." I lied.
"I think it's time to stop looking for her. She obviously doesn't want me to find her and each day I waste chasing her, another family gets destroyed by that thing. I taught her well, she knows how to live. She'll be fine."
"Don't let the boys hear you talking like that." I snort.
"Sam is the only one who'd get mad. Dean washed his hands of her months ago."
"You're giving up on your daughter?" I ask unbelieving.
"No, just not hopeful anymore." He says as he downs the drink and stands up. "I told the boys to behave; all the records have already been sent to the school. They think Jana is with family in Washington, we're gonna keep it that way. Last thing I need is the police poking around my boys and that's what would happen if the news got out she ran away. I'll be back as soon as I can." And with that John walks out the door, not saying goodbye to his boys as he does.
I shake my head at his retreating form and shake my head. After witnessing that, I no longer felt guilty about what I had done. And a small apart of my brain wondered if David Rossi would take two more.
Present Day
Janna's PoV
"I didn't even see you there." I say, picking at my nails again, "I can't imagine how hard it was for you to let me go, but for what it's worth, thank you for it. David gave me a great life. I went to the same school for four years, made friends, went to prom, state tack and field. My life was good here."
"I don't regret it. And when Sam left I felt even better about my choice."
"When Sam left what?" I asked in confusion. Sam liked the idea of being a hunter. But by the time we pulled up outside of the police station I felt cold and very sad for my brothers. Bobby told me everything, from Sam leaving for school and getting pulled back in when his girlfriend burned like mom had. Dad disappearing from the scene and Dean's never ending quest to find him that ended as well as I could have expected. Dad never was one for explaining anything. Giving orders and expecting blind obedience was how he operated.
"I'll go see them as soon as I can Bobby. I promise." I say as I reach for the door handle. I push the squeaky door open and look back at him. "I'll call you. And after we leave I'll keep in touch okay." I give him a small smile and step out of the truck, shutting the door and watching from the sidewalk as he backed the truck up and drove off with a honk of his horn.
I take a deep breath as I walk into the police station. Hotch was going to give me and earful and David was gonna kill me. I had lots of answers to give and I really had no idea where to start. All they knew about my family was I had ran off when I was 14 because of neglect and emotional abuse. They knew David had caught me when I broke into his house for some food and instead of turning me over to the police decided to give me a place to stay. The fact I had ran into them and they were all injured was some weird trick that fate decided to play on me. Karma for 10 years of avoiding them and all the hurt I had caused when I ran away.
The small station was not very busy and Morgan was on the phone when I walked in, he gave me a pitying look and said Hotch was waiting for me before he continued his conversation. I go to the conference room we had set up operations in and saw Reid and Emily pouring over the board and JJ was talking with Hotch, David was nowhere in sight. Hotch saw me and he tells everyone in the room to leave. I get pitying looks that matches Morgan's as they all walk by me. I twist my hands as I look up at my boss. "Hotch-." I try to start, but he holds up a hand.
"Agent Winchester, I asked you back in the office if this case was going to cause any issues with you. I know you were here a lot as a kid and that it may be a problem. You assured me it wouldn't be. And yet here we are. You're abandoning your duty to joy ride with someone from your past. Explain your actions." He said, his voice was calm as always, but I could almost see the smoke coming from his ears. After Reid had gotten snatched in Oregon Hotch had doubled down on team security, not wanting something like that to happen again.
"First of all, I wasn't joy riding, and coming back here wasn't supposed to be a problem, sir. When Reid and I finished interviewing Elizabeth Tucker I saw someone who looked familiar in the elevator, but I brushed it off and we left. We went to get coffee and I saw my family's car on the back of a tow truck, I walked over and a man who helped raise me was the driver. Hotch my family was in a car accident. My brother Dean is in a coma and my father is badly injured. I know what I did was wrong Hotch, but I needed to know what happened to my family."
"It is not wrong to worry about your family Chester, but how you went about it was wrong. All you had to do was call me, and I don't care if Reid said he had it, it's not his place to tell me about you. It's your job." Hotch says as his demeanor softens, using my nickname in place of my last name. "David is waiting out back to take you to the hospital. But if something breaks on the case I need you back here and focused. Understood?"
"Yes sir." I say before I give him a small smile. "I'll let you know what happens, but I don think I'll be there too long. They probably won't be happy to see me after all these years."
"They're your family Chester, they will be very happy to see you." he says, holding the door open for me. I didn't respond to his words. With normal families Hotch's words would be true, but with my family it was very far from what would probably happen.
I walk out the back door and David is waiting, leaning against the side of a black SUV. I give him a small smile before I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him in a much needed hug. He hugs me back and tells me everything is going to be okay.
"I didn't think I'd see them again, and now…" I trail off, not knowing what to say in this situation. "What do I do?"
"Get in the car and let me take you to the hospital." We pull apart and he grabs my shoulders. "Janna, this is something you need to do, and I think something you've been wanting. To finally get some sort of closure on that life. Even you said they at least loved you, and that's something most don't have. I'll be there every step of the way." he gives me a small smile and soon we're both in the car on our way to the hospital. I catch David up on all that had happened, from seeing Sam and the hospital to running into Uncle Bobby. When I told David he had found me in Virginia and let me stay he let out a chuckle. "I wouldn't have just let him take you anyway. Not unless you wanted to go back."
"I kinda wish he would have at least said hi or something. Bobby was great. Every time dad dropped us off at his place life was good, normal. We did homework and ate real food. Or as real as Bobby could cook." I add with a giggle remembering some of the stuff he had fed us in the early days. Dean was convinced Bobby was feeding us the junk he scrapped off the inside of the car engines. "He wants to meet you."
"I wouldn't mind meeting him."
It's a short drive from the station to the hospital, David stays close to my side as we walk, and I know he can tell I'm nervous. It's practically rolling off me in waves. David suggests going to the front desk to get the room numbers but I just lead him to elevators, saying I know where they are, which is a total lie, but dad never used our real last name, and I doubt that John or Dean Winchester are registered at this hospital. And I had no idea what name they may have used. We get off on the floor I saw Sam on and I take off in the direction that had the most rooms and I peak into every door we pass, we're almost at the end of the hall and I cringe about having to go the other way and dodge all of David's questions, but I get lucky and the next to last room I look in and I see my big brother laying in the bed.
I freeze in my steps at the sight. Dean never sat still, Dean never laid still, Dean was never pale, and Dean never let his hair look that bad. I swallow and jump slightly as David puts his arm around my shoulders, giving me a small squeeze before giving me a small shove forward. My feet carry me to the bed and I just stand there, looking down at Dean. I want to hold his hand, but I doubted he would want me to. To my brother, family was everything. And I had betrayed that. For ten years I had betrayed that.
Dean probably hated me.
David flips through the doctor's chart and tells me what he finds there and I pinch the inside of my elbow to keep my emotions in check. David pushes a chair up to me and says he was going to get some coffee. He pats my back on his way out the door, leaving me alone with Dean.
I slowly sit in the chair and scoot it closer to Dean's side. I search my brain for something to say, anything to say. Just saying "hi" was lame, and sitting here in silence was weird. But I didn't know what to say. What could I cay? I give my head a small shake and let out a small giggle. "I still over think things." I say softly. "You always said I thought too much about everything. But as annoying as it was to you, it helped me out a lot." My sentence hung awkwardly in the air and I let out a sigh. "I never thought I'd see you again, and especially not like this. But for what it's worth…." I reach out and grab his hand. "I missed you big brother."
Dean's PoV
I'm so friggin over this ghost thing. I'm over watching dad and Sam fighting about crap and after I slapped that glass across the room I'm tired and even more annoyed. I wondered back to where my body was just chilling and I wondered if I could focus on fixing my hair. It was pretty shitty looking.
I shuffle along, having an immature giggle as I walked through a hot nurse. I look towards where my room was and wonder if I'll ever get to do this as a whole person again. Two people get my attention as I go, a tall man with black hair, and a normal looking chick with dark brown hair who keeping looking into every room she walks by. There was a reason the information desk existed I think as I roll my eyes. But then the girl freezes and I realize she's outside my room. I walk a little faster, hoping they weren't feds, not with dad and Sammy bitching around. But it wasn't a fed I saw. It was my little sister. I freeze, and stare at her.
My mouth gapes and I blink my eyes a few times, making sure I'm not just seeing things. The man gives her a small shove forward and they're both in my room. I quickly follow and continue to stare at her. She looked a lot like she had the last time I saw her, just taller and not as scrawny. I get annoyed at the amount of touching this random guy is doing. He was old, why was he all over my sister? She sits and looks so lost it hurts. But the longer she sits there, not saying a word, the more time I have to process and the shock at seeing her turns to anger and resentment. What right did she have to show up here after ten years and be that upset? She sure didn't give a damn about us ten years ago. What was she doing here now? How did she even know we were here?
I listen to her words, not knowing how to feel, but my chest tightens when she takes my hand, I'm sad I can't feel it, and says she missed me. I let out what felt like a breath of air but probably wasn't. "I missed you too." I whisper back. Reaching my hand out and rolling my eyes as it glides right through her hand.
I sit on the floor and watch, but it's only for a few minutes when the man comes back, a cup of coffee in his hand. "I called Hotch, told him what was going on. You're off the case for now."
"What happened to me having to call him myself?" she asks softly, not looking at the man, and I wonder who Hotch was, and why he was okay with such a bad name.
"Special circumstances, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind you calling him."
"Thanks David. I will, I just…I need to get my head on straight. First I see Sam but don't know it's Sam, then I stumble across Bobby because I wanted coffee, and now I'm here, looking at my dying brother and too scared to even look for dad." She cuts off to let out a breath to calm her down. A trick Bobby had taught her. Janna always had a temper. Vague memories of her as a baby flashed behind my eyes. She always seemed to be crying or close to it. In the few sentimental moments my dad had with us when we were older he always said Janna was the worst baby out of the three of us. I was never still, Jenna was never quiet, and Sam was never loud. Dad said Jenna had mom's temper. Dad said Janna was a lot of mom. And I think that's why he could never get close to her. It hurt him too much.
My sister looked helplessly up at the man she called David, her voice low and breaking as she talked. "I don't know what to do papa." She says, tears falling down her face. The man sets his drink on the floor and goes over to her, wrapping his arms around her, folding her into his chest.
"Oh my baby." He mumbles. "I know. I know this is hard." He rubs her shoulders and pulls her hair from her face where it is sticking because of her tears. I just watch, not really knowing what to feel as I do. "It's been ten years Janna. Don't you think it's time you faced this?"
"I don't know." She says, her voice muffled by the man's chest.
"I think you do." He says, and after a few seconds they pull apart and he drops down on his hunches. "Ten years is a long time to let this fester, and here you are, with the perfect chance to finally close the book on this part of your life. Are the circumstances ideal? No, but here it is. Your family is here, and it's time to bury that hurt. Time to make peace with this part of you."
Janna doesn't say anything, but she nods and gives the man another hug. He kisses her head before he rests his cheek on top of it. "You haven't called me papa in a very long time." He comments after the emotions pass. Jenna gives out a little giggle.
"I don't think it's appropriate to call one of your bosses Papa. Besides, it's hard to prove I'm with the FBI because of my own merit and not because of the man who raised me."
And just like that, any good feelings I may have had for my sister evaporated. Not only had she ran away, but she had replaced us. Replaced us with a fed, she left us, people who needed her, for a new life with this jerk. With my anger spike I felt myself flicker a little and the lights buzz low for a second. I freeze with that realization and I storm out the door. I had to get back in my own body and fast. Then I could deal with long lost baby sister.
Janna's PoV
When the lights flicker a look up at them, then around the room. It was a hospital, people died here all the time and it was spirit heavy, people crossing over, as well as a few people that probably didn't want to cross over. Not to mention all the reapers that were probably around here. Hunter training made hospitals suck even more than they normally did. David phone rings and he steps into the hall to answer it. I wipe my eyes and look back at Dean.
"When you wake up I'll introduce him to you properly. But his name is David, he caught me breaking into him house a few weeks after I left. And instead of turning me in he gave me a place to stay. He's a good guy. But you probably won't like him on principle." The door opens behind me and I turn and see David walking in. "That was Hotch, Garcia got a hit on a name." I move to stand up, but he just puts his hand up. "We've got this, you stay here. I know there are two more people you need to see before we leave in a few days. Cant do that if you're chasing criminals." He kisses the top of my head and squeezes my shoulders. "Call me if you need me. I'll be back as soon as I can." I nod at him and he gives me a smile before he walks out the door. A few minutes pass and I know he's long gone, leaving me here truly alone. I look back at Dean,
"I guess I'm really gonna do this thing."
The room is silent except the beeping of the machines on Dean. I've let go of his hand and I'm just sitting there with my feet propped up against the bed. I'm looking over the notes I have on the case and wish I had my file on me, but I left it with Reid since he was the paper master. I was torn on what to think. On one hand it could just be a crazy man with the right chemicals and know-how, or it could be a demon who enjoys smoking in-and-out a lot. Enough possession and that black smoke crap does some real damage to a person, and it would explain the memory issues that Elizabeth was having.
I turn as the door opens and I snap out of my seat so fast I almost knock the chair over as my dad is wheeled into the room. His eyes grow wide and I swear his mouth almost drops. The nurse senses a shift, and she pauses the chair. "Is everything alright?" she asks, looking pointedly at me. "I will not tolerate trouble, Dean needs rest and quiet."
"There won't be any trouble ma'am." I say as I reach down for my bag. "I was just leaving." I start to shove the book in my bag, but my dad steps up.
"This is my daughter, and she wont cause any problems." He says pointedly, his brown eyes as stern and scary as ever. I feel myself almost wilt under his gaze. Just like when I was a child. The nurse hurmps before depositing dad in a corner and leaving the room.
The air between us is tense and electric; I was still standing, almost afraid to make a move. I just looked at dad and dad just looked at Dean. I pick at the skin around my nails in a nervous tick I had yet to kick, even though it drove David crazy and made Garcia cringe at the damage I was doing.
"Stop picking." Dad says, his voice low and gruff, and I quickly drop my hands to my sides. Dad very slowly turns his head and looks at me. "How did you know we were here?"
"Ran into Bobby at the coffee shop. Saw the Impala, Bobby told me what happened. You found it then?"
"Your brothers and I. We found the demon that killed your mother. You remember that right? Or did you forget that when you ran off." His voice is even and holding the edge it always held when he was pissed but unable to spout off his actual feelings.
"I didn't forget, and I always hoped you'd find it." I reply quietly, not rising to his bait. He's trying to get me to snap back at him. "Is it the reason all the women are dying around here?" I ask, because if it was I had to get my team out of the way.
"No. his being here is pure coincidence. The others under his control are here to help, not cause him trouble like jumping suits would do. Your little team is safe." He spits the last bit. I look at him confused. "Were you really that stupid that you'd think I would find you eventually?"
"I just figured if you had then you'd….."
"Grab you by your arm and drag you back? Trust me, if I had found you around the time you went missing that's exactly what I would have done. But instead I see you, and you're under the care of a fed. You weren't dead and I had a djinn to kill. Seemed like a pointless argument to have with a 17-year old. All confronting you would have done was draw attention where I didn't need it."
"So, as usual, you were just thinking about yourself? Couldn't even be bothered to even say something to your own daughter." I accuse him, a second later I realize I've lost, I rose to his bait, and now we were in a full fledged argument.
"It wasn't just me at stake Jenna. What about Sam? If I had tried to drag your ass back then we would have been investigated and Sam would have been caught in the cross-fire. Not to mention all the people that would have been killed while I was off dealing with a mess you started." He growls. "I looked at the big picture Jenna. Something you and Sam never seem to understand. In our line of work you don't hesitate, you don't question, and you always think long term."
"In your line of work Dad, not mine. And apparently not Sam's either." At his look I press on. "Yeah, I know all about Sam taking off too. About his normal life that got shot to hell because you went off radar and sent Dean knocking on his door, dragging him back into a life he apparently didn't want to be a part of!" I shout, and knowing my voice was carrying I grab my bag and walk out the door. "This whole damn thing was a mistake. Have a good life you bastard." I say as I slam the door shut behind me for good measure.
I stalk down the hallway, fuming with each step I take. At first I grab my phone wanting to call David, but he was busy and there wasn't anyone I wanted to talk to besides him. I slam my fist into the elevator button and cross my arms as I wait for it. It finally shows up and after a few people get off I walk in, pressing the button for my floor and the close door button over and over. I didn't want to share this thing with a single person at the moment.
The doors slide shut and I wrap my arms around myself, my mind spinning with anger and sadness. That was not the reunion I was wanting with my dad. I wasn't ever expecting one, but a part of me always wondered what we would say and do if we did. And what just unfolded was not what I had wanted. This whole situation was crap, fate being a dick or all my bad karma coming to bite me in the ass.
The elevator dings and I storm out, not paying attention to where I was going, I just had my eyes on the door that would get me out of this place. And it just seemed like poetic justice when I bumped into somebody and fall to the floor with a thump. "I'm so sorry miss, I wasn't paying attention." A voice says as a big hand appears in my vision, the man was offering to help me up. I take it and he pulls me up with enough strength to over correct me a bit. I look at the man and I can't help but groan. Of course it was Sam I ran into.
He still has my hand and he looks at me, his eyes moving over me and his mouth opens and closes like a fish. "J-Janna?" he stutters out, looking shocked.
"Hi Sammy." I mumble back as I look up at my little brother.
Story Note: I found John is very hard to write, so sorry if he's ooc, but I always thought he would have been more of a jerk to Sam and Dean when they were kids than he's portrayed on the show. Not physically abusive, just neglectful and a bit of a bully.
-I also found Emily is hard for me to write so I just kinda took her out. I love Emily and I don't want to screw her character up.
- There isn't a set season for CM in this story.
-The rest of the CM team will have bigger parts in the next chapter; this is just setting everything up. I have big plans for the John/Rossi meeting.
- I know demons weren't common in Supernatural in the first few seasons, but to make this flow better they all know about devil's traps and possession and all that stuff they learned in seasons 1 and 2.
- Also, pretend everybody knows about Ellen and the roadhouse. I loved Ellen, and I'm still bummed she's gone.
A/N: I don't really know where this came from, but it popped in my head and I couldn't get it out. So here it is. Hope you all like it just a little bit.
I don't have a beta, and even though I proof read mistakes happen and I apologize for them. My brain goes faster than my fingers when I write.
I almost never update on a set day, but I try to shoot for once a week unless something happens or my muse flies out the window, but this has been on my brain for several weeks so I don't think that's gonna happen.
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