Summary: When their dad goes missing, Blaire Winchester and her older brother Dean go to find their little brother Sam. They head out on the road together, determined to find John. Rewrite of my Paths series. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Blaire Winchester.

A/N: Hey, guys! Sorry it's been so long. I've recently left my job to start running our business from home and I am pleased to announce that I have more time to work on my writing. As I have received the gift of more time to do the things I love, I have returned to my Paths series, and decided to do a complete rewrite. This does mean that I will be removing the original stories if people prefer this set up to the old one, and replacing them with new and hopefully better ideas. The first story was cringe-worthy in places (really, it did make me cringe), so I've taken out some things about Blaire's past and her character and replaced them with others. So, here's chapter one of the newly written series starting right from Season 1: Episode 1, and we'll continue from there. I have six chapters ready for publishing and will be writing many more. Please let me know what you think, and above all, enjoy the new version!

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~ The Paths We Tread: Reunion ~
~ Chapter One ~

It had been a great night for Sam Winchester.

He'd scored a 174 on his LSAT, and he was going to an interview on Monday to hopefully get a full ride at Stanford University the following year. He was sleeping soundly next to his beautiful girlfriend Jessica, when a thud sounded in his apartment, drawing him out of sleep. He didn't know that the very sound he'd just heard would mark the beginning of the end of this life, and the rebirth of the one he'd left behind two years earlier.

The thud woke him straight up, and it was followed by another thud and a small gasp of pain. His senses kicked in immediately and he was already alert to the fact that he and Jessica could be in danger, so the brunette didn't waste any time in getting up to see what was going on. He left Jessica to sleep so that he could go and investigate without scaring her.

The floor creaked quietly as he tread over it as carefully as possible. He noticed the open window into the apartment, and then looked towards the beaded curtain that hid the entrance to the kitchen.

Suddenly, a shape moved past the door. Sam let out a quiet gasp, backing himself up against the wall to sneak up on the intruder. When the figure came through the door, Sam jumped it straight away. The pair fought for numerous moments, pretty much throwing each other around the room. To Sam's amazement, they both kept their combat so controlled that nothing ended up broken. His opponent was skilled, and the two of them battled it out to try and wear down their enemy, until a light was switched on, and a familiar stern voice sounded in Sam's ears.

"Hey! Cut it out!"

Sam was then tackled to the floor, only to see another familiarity staring him right in the face. His home had been invaded by his own siblings, and he could barely believe he was seeing them again. It had been so long, and he wasn't exactly thrilled to see them either.

"Dean? Blaire?" He asked as Dean held him to the floor, quickly glancing over at his sister who didn't look at all impressed, "You guys scared the crap out of me!"

"That's because you're out of practice." Dean told him, only to be flipped onto his back by Sam, "Or not..."

"Guys, seriously. Cut it out." The blonde woman said, moving over to the pair, "Get up."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked his sister, leaving Dean to get up on his own, "You promised me that you wouldn't come looking for me, Blaire."

"I know I did..." The green-eyed woman breathed, "This wasn't my idea, but we need to talk to you."

"The phone?" Sam asked.

"If we'd have called, would you have picked up?" Dean asked him, moving over to his sister's side.

"Sam?"

Another feminine voice joined the conversation, and as everyone turned to look at the owner, Dean and Blaire both went wide-eyed. The blonde girl that stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and shorts, was absolutely stunning. So stunning, in fact, that Blaire had to smack her older brother to stop him gawking.

"Dean, Blaire... This is my girlfriend, Jessica." Sam said quietly.

"This is your brother and sister?" Jessica asked with a grin, showing two rows of beautiful white teeth.

"Oh, I love the smurfs..." Dean said, indicating her top before approaching her slowly with a big smile on his face, "You know, I gotta tell you, you are completely out of my brother's league."

Blaire just hid her face from Jessica's view and then looked at Sam apologetically, mouthing 'Sorry!' at him as she did so. Jessica was clearly uncomfortable and Sam was clearly pissed at them for being there in the first place. Dean could be such a douche sometimes. It drove her insane. No matter where he went, he was checking out girls left right and centre, and usually went to bed with them as well. Their Dad always said that there must be millions of little Deans running around somewhere. The older Winchester brother was once being so arrogant about his skills as a lover, that Blaire challenged him to a contest to see who could get the most girls just to shut him up. Amazingly, Blaire won.

"Get away from her, you pervert." The twenty-four year old snapped, dragging her brother away from Jess, "I'm so sorry..."

She then turned to Sam who approached his girlfriend, putting an arm around her protectively. Blaire thought it was adorable. It was great to see him settled down, and no matter how it had hurt when he left, this was all she had ever wanted for him. The day that he left had been so painful, but she had been determined that he was going to have a better future than the one she had. The only thing was that it was unlikely to work out that way. After all, they were Winchesters. When was a peaceful existence ever an option for them?

"So, what's this about?" Sam asked, looking at his brother and sister expectantly.

"Dad hasn't been home in a few days." Dean said, watching Sam's expression turn cold again.

"So, he's working overtime on a Miller-time shift. He'll stumble back sooner or later." The younger Winchester said, almost snottily.

"Sorry..." Blaire began, trying not to sound too sarcastic after picking up on his attitude, "Maybe we weren't being clear enough. Dad's on a hunting trip. He hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam's expression then changed to one of concern which Blaire raised her eyebrows at in acknowledgement. After the exchange, Dean moved Blaire towards the door as Sam explained to his girlfriend that he needed to talk with his family outside. Blaire looked up at Dean with a frown as Sam headed to get dressed first, and she folded her arms over her chest as he and Jess returned to their bedroom.

"We shouldn't have come here." She muttered, "He's so settled. We shouldn't be dragging him out there with us."

"Blaire, we need him." Dean replied, raising his eyebrows at his sister, "It's not ideal. I want nothing but the best for the kid, but we need him. We can't do this on our own. We both miss him too damn much. You know that deep down he's one of us. He loves the thrill of it, and you know he does."

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we should tear him away from this." Blaire said quietly, "He should be able to enjoy this while it lasts. We both know he won't have it forever. Something always bites us."

When Sam returned, the situation quickly escalated into a mini-domestic, so Blaire excused herself and went to wait outside the apartment building. She wasn't about to stand there and listen to them bicker about their upbringing. That part of their lives had gone. They'd lost one parent already and now the other parent was missing, so the real focus should've been finding their dad, not arguing about their childhoods.

"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets?"

Blaire rolled her eyes at the sound of the argument heading her way. She'd just about had enough of being in this place as it was, and frankly, she just wanted to find her dad. Not screw around arguing about the way they'd been brought up. Their dad had done the best he could, even if his methods weren't fully agreeable.

"Man, Dean... We were raised like warriors!"

"So what are you gonna do?" Blaire asked, taking the words right out of Dean's mouth, "Live some normal, apple-pie life? 'Cause you know as well as I do that this stuff will come back to bite you. It always does."

"It isn't a normal life, Blaire. It's safe." Sam protested.

"You're a Winchester, Sam." Blaire told him, her eyes darkening, "You'll never be safe. None of us will. We're a cursed family."

"I was just going to college..." Sam said quietly, earning a shake of the head from his siblings, "It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing."

"Well, Dad's in real trouble right now." Dean said, moving to stand beside his sister who had her arms folded again, "If he's not dead already. I can feel it. Both of us can. We can't do this alone."

"Yes, you can." Sam huffed incredulously, "You've got each other."

"Yeah? Well we don't want to do this alone." Blaire said honestly, tears welling up in her eyes, "Sam, we miss you... I miss you so much..."

She looked away from him after a few moments and took a deep breath to try and contain her upset before she had a full blown crying fit. She'd been so devastated when he'd left them, like, devastated beyond words. She felt like part of her had died because she knew she probably wouldn't see him again.

After a few moments of silence, Sam sighed. He hated to see Blaire upset like that. She was his sister after all and had been like a mother to him for many years. When their mother had passed away, she was the only feminine influence he'd had. She and Dean meant the world to him, even though he didn't want any part of the life they had any more.

"What was he hunting?" He asked.

Dean, without another word, led Sam to the trunk of the car, and opened it, lifting up the floor of the trunk to reveal all of the weapons that he and Blaire used for hunting. The collection was extensive to say the least, and had grown significantly since Sam last saw them.

"Alright, let's see..." Dean muttered, looking around the trunk, "Where the hell did I put that thing...?"

"So, when Dad left, why didn't you guys go with him?" Sam asked from his place at the left side of the trunk.

"We were working our own gig. This voodoo thing in New Orleans." Blaire said, reaching across the trunk to grab what Dean was looking for.

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip by yourselves?" Sam asked with a smirk.

"I'm twenty-six, dude." Dean replied with a frown, "Blaire's twenty-four..."

"Enough, guys..." Blaire snapped, pulling out the paperwork she'd been looking for, "So, Dad was checking out this Two-Lane Blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy... They found his car, but he'd vanished. MIA."

She passed the paperwork to Dean who then began to pass it across to Sam, sheet by sheet. The younger sibling examined it, wanting to shake his head. This didn't have anything about it that screamed supernatural.

"Maybe he was kidnapped."

Blaire simply shook her head and scratched the tip of her small nose. She then pulled out another sheet, almost identical to the first, except it was about another man who'd gone missing.

"Yeah, well... Here's another one in April." She said, passing the sheet along, "Another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92... Ten of them over the past twenty years. All men. All of them on the same five-mile stretch of road."

Dean reached into the car and retrieved his road maps which he opened up as he talked to Sam.

"It started happening more and more, so Dad went to go and dig around. That was about three weeks ago." He said, looking up at Sam, "We haven't heard from since, which is bad enough. Then I get this voicemail yesterday."

He pulled out a tape recorder and pressed play, holding it up for Sam to hear. As the message played, Blaire felt the same sinking in her heart as she had the first time she'd heard that message. While their dad hadn't given them an ideal upbringing, it wasn't the worst either. She loved that man so much, and she was worried sick about him. Hearing his voice only brought it home.

"Dean, something is starting to happen. I think it's serious. I need to try to find out what's going on." The audio in between was muffled, "Be very careful, Dean. Look after your sister. We're all in danger."

Dean stopped the tape and looked up at Sam who now had a deep frown on his face. Sam looked at the recorder and then back at his siblings.

"You know there's E.V.P on that?"

"Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Dean said with a proud smile, turning to Blaire, "I knew he hadn't lost it."

"Alright." Blaire muttered, taking the tape recorder as she moved between her brothers, "I slowed the message down, and ran it through a Goldwave. Took out the hiss, and this is what I got."

She then pressed play on the recorder, gazing at Sam with a worried expression. The recording crackled for a few moments, and then a soft female voice sounded over the top of the crackling.

"I can never go home."

"... 'Never go home'..." Sam repeated, watching Dean close the trunk of the car after Blaire had carefully placed the recorder back inside.

The two siblings moved to lean against the trunk of the car and Dean looked to his little sister, who had her head pointed in the direction of her feet, as she always did when she was uncomfortable. She'd been in so much pain when Sam decided to leave, it had been almost unbearable for all of them to witness.

Dean had been the one picking up the pieces that Sam left behind, and he'd been the one that had spent two years missing Sam and not being able to tell anyone. So he was pretty pissed that Sam was acting like they were asking the world of him.

"You know, in almost two years, we've never bothered you. Never asked you for a thing." He said, watching Blaire lift her head to look up at her little brother.

"Alright." Sam said after huffing and puffing for a few moments, "I'll go. I'll help you find him. But I have to get back, first thing on Monday. Just wait here."

"Hey, what's first thing Monday?" Blaire asked excitedly.

"I have this..." Sam hesitated.

He didn't know if he wanted his siblings knowing about law school yet. He didn't think that they'd understand or that they'd be proud of him, especially since he'd pretty much torn Blaire's heart out when he'd left.

"I have this interview..." He finished.

"What, a job interview? Skip it." Dean said, earning a light thump on the arm from Blaire, and a small laugh from Sam who couldn't believe what Dean had just said.

"It's a law school interview." He said, hearing Blaire gasp at the revelation, "It's my whole future on a plate."

"Oh, Sam..." Blaire breathed with a grin, "I'm so proud of you!"

"So, we got a deal or not?" Sam asked, shooting her down in an instant.

Dean nodded at his brother, who then turned to head back inside. He looked at Blaire who was clearly hurt by her brother's complete ignorance of her enthusiasm and affection. He moved towards her and wrapped an arm around her pulling her closer to give her a quick hug. Her blonde hair tickled his jaw as he leaned his head against hers.

"He'll come round, kiddo." Dean said, "You wanna ride shotgun?"

"No, he can." Blaire replied, looking up at her brother with a sad smile, "I'd rather sit in the back anyway. Like old times, right?"

Dean grinned at her and pushed her head, ruffling her hair. The dark blonde waves ended up all in her face, and she hurried to brush the collar-length locks out of her face, catching her fingers in freshly made tangles. She scowled at her older brother who had a huge grin on his face.

"Why would you do that?" She asked him, gathering all her hair together again as Dean chuckled at her and climbed into the car.

She brushed it out of the way and then ruffled it so it fell nicely around her face, before she climbed into the back seat, waiting for Sam to return.


When Blaire awoke, it was to the sound of Dean's voice. The bright sun hurt her eyes and she was quick to shield them from it as Dean asked if anyone wanted breakfast. He turned to her with a grin when he saw her messy hair, and he opened her car door, throwing a bag of chips into her lap.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty." He laughed, "Your might wanna fix that hair before Prince Charming comes along."

"Get out of here." Blaire huffed, pushing him away which led him to close the door on her, still chuckling to himself, "And it's Prince Philip, you ass!"

"So how'd you pay for that stuff?" Sam asked as Dean loaded the trunk, "You guys still running credit card scams?"

"Yeah, well..." Dean muttered, replacing the fuel pump back in its holder, "Hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Yeah, and what names did you write on the application this time?" Sam asked with a laugh.

"Burt Aframian, his son Hector, and daughter Marianne." Dean answered, getting into the driver's side of the car, "Scored three cards out of the deal."

"Sounds about right." Sam chuckled, looking over his shoulder at Blaire, "Marianne really suits you."

"I actually prefer Marianne to Blaire." She replied with a grin, brushing her hair out of her face before opening her bag of chips, "Sounds much prettier."

"I swear to God, man..." Sam huffed dropping a tape back into the cardboard box in his hands, "You've got to update your cassette-tape collection."

"Shhh... No, no, no..." Blaire quickly sat forward in her seat, "Don't insult the collection. Just leave it... Put it back where you found it."

"Why do I have to update it?" Dean asked.

"Well, one, they're cassette tapes." Sam said with a disapproving frown, "And two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."

"Well, house rules, Sammy." Dean said, snatching the ACDC tape that Sam was waving around and putting it in the cassette player, "Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole. Ain't that right, Lil' B?"

"Damn right." Blaire replied with a wide smile, settling back into her seat.

"You still call her Lil' B...?" Sam asked Dean with raised eyebrows, "You do understand that she's had a five inch growth spurt since then, right...?"

"She likes Lil' B." Dean answered, "Don't you, Blaire?"

"That I do." She said with a grin, holding her bag of chips out to her younger brother, "Chip, Sammy?"

"No, and you know, Sammy's a twelve year old, chubby kid's name. It's Sam from now on, okay?"

"Sorry!" Dean called as Back in Black started to play, "We can't hear you! The music's too loud!"

With that he started the car and they pulled away from the gas station. The drive was pretty fun for Sam, not that he wanted to admit it. Hearing Dean and Blaire singing along to ACDC brought back memories of his childhood, when they'd have tapes on in the motel room and they'd both be playing air guitar to it. They had some good times as kids, even though they'd had to grow up so fast.

Later in the ride, Sam had been calling around local hospitals and morgues to see if anyone of their father's description had been seen or taken there. It turned out that no-one had been admitted to any such places matching his description. That was a relief to say the least. As they continued to drive on the road, they saw two cop cars pulled up near a bridge.

"Check it out..." Dean said, drawing the attention of his siblings to the incident.

He pulled up and reached into the glove compartment, pulling out a box that contained a ton of fake badges and IDs. He handed Blaire one of hers and took out one of his own, looking at Sam with a grin.

"Let's go."

Sam could barely breathe. He hadn't done this for a long time and he wasn't sure if he'd be able to pull it off. Blaire followed Dean out of the car, the heels of her boots clicking against the road as she put on a pair of sunglasses that sat in her pocket. She ran her hands through her hair to make it look a bit more free and sexy, and then pulled her vest down so that her breasts were more prominent because sometimes, boobs helped in these situations.

The police at the scene were discussing the missing person, who happened to be the boyfriend of the daughter of one of them. The two policemen were astounded to see three apparent civilians right in the middle of their crime scene.

"You fellas had another one of these last month, didn't you?" Blaire spoke in a smokier tone than normal, putting on a fake Southern accent which made Sam's eyes widen.

He'd never heard that kind of voice come out of his sister before. He knew she was good at putting on an act in certain situations but he didn't know she was doing accents now.

"And who are you?" The African-American officer asked with a surprised look on his face.

"Federal Marshals." She said, flipping her badge at the officer.

"You three are a little young for Marshals, aren't you?" He asked, earning a rather flirty laugh from Blaire as she pulled her sunglasses slightly away from her eyes.

"My, that's awful kind of you." She breathed, her smile fading as the sunglasses then returned to her eyes, once the officer had managed to get a good look at her properly, "You did have another one like this last month, correct? Or am I gonna have to repeat myself a third time?"

"Uh, yes... That's right, we did. About a mile up the road." The officer replied, clearing his throat.

Sam shot a quick, amused glance at Dean, who gave him a thumbs up behind his back as he followed Blaire. She was looking around the car for any signs of supernatural activity, like sulfur, which was often left by demons.

"There have been others before that." The officer continued.

"So, this victim... You knew him?" Sam asked, earning a nod from the officer.

"Town like this, everybody knows everybody."

"Any connections between the victims, besides that they're all men?" Dean asked as he and Blaire examined the car.

"No. Not so far as we can tell." The officer replied.

"So, what's the theory?" Sam asked, approaching the car himself.

"Honestly? We don't know." The officer answered with a small frown, "Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?"

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect outta you guys." Dean said with a grin, only for Sam to stamp on his foot to shut him up. Blaire wanted to slap him. His mouth had gotten them into trouble so many times.

"Thanks for your time." Blaire said, tipping her sunglasses down to bat her eyelids at the cops once more, who were all checking her out, "Gentlemen..."

She began to walk away, swaying her hips a little. Dean and Sam followed behind, and Dean took the opportunity to slap the back of Sam's head once he was sure the cops weren't looking.

"What's that for?" Sam asked with a hiss.

"Why'd you stamp on my foot?!" Dean asked him in a hushed tone.

"Why do you talk to the police like that?" Sam asked, wearing his classic bitch face.

"Come on." Dean said, getting in front of Sam, "They don't really know what's going on! We're all alone on this, and if we're gonna find Dad, we have to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."

"Can I help you people?"

Dean turned around to see three men standing in front of them, and Blaire decided enough was enough, and took over the situation. She removed the glasses again and slowly slid a strand of hair behind her ear, giving the man before her the sweetest and sexiest smile she could. She was glad she had fairly good looks. Her dad said she could bring any man she wanted to his knees with looks like hers, but she never believed him.

"No, sir. We were just leaving." She spoke in that smoky tone again and turned to her brothers, "Come along, fellas."

They passed the men as the FBI agents began to walk towards the police, and they tried not to flinch at the feeling of the other officer's eyes piercing them as they left.

~ To Be Continued ~


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