Okay, I know that I put this story as completed and truthfully it is. When I planned out the story, I had a detailed back story about what exactly happened in the future to make Samantha act. I felt like that it didn't fit into "I chose family" so I decided to write it as a pre/post story. I posted the first chapter here because I want your feedback on whether or not you guys want to read it. If you want to read it, I will write it and post it as a new story, but I need to hear what you think.

So I hope you enjoy the first and perhaps the only chapter of "For them I would".

**I received some reviews saying that people wanted to read the rest, so I'm posting this as it's own story.**

I don't own supernatural.

Chapter 1- Standford university, May, 2036.

The evening sun light was peering it's way through the half closed curtains, casting a panel of warm light across the old desk. The light caused a glare across the screen of the laptop, but did not pause the fingers from their dance across the keys.

Samantha Winchester paused from typing for a moment to glance at the alarm clock on the other side of the small room. Five to Six, Dad should be here soon, she thought idly returning her attention to the laptop screen.

She had just finished the last paper of the year and was just sending it out to her professor. It was time to finally call this school year to an end. Samantha had always loved school, but she enjoyed summer break much better. Now that she was in university it was the only time of year when she could spend some time with her father.

Running fingers through her hair, Samantha turned her focus to the photograph that sat on her desk. It had been taken on the day that she had left for Stanford; her dad had draped his arm over her shoulder and told her to smile. Both of the Winchesters were grinning at the camera as if the photo had caught them mid laugh.

It was her favourite picture, she didn't know why but she had always felt that you could see how proud her father was of her in that one instant. Truth be told she probably liked it so much because it was the only picture of her family where all the baggage and pain were not glaring out at her.

Tucked in the corner of the frame was a small snap shot of her deceased uncle. Her father had given it to her to remind her where she had come from, but Samantha always saw it as more of a comfort. Whenever something seemed too difficult or she did not think that she would make it, she would look at her uncle's smiling face and he gave her strength. I mean look what he'd had to deal with and he had never given up not even at the end. Samantha just hoped that wherever life took her it wouldn't end with a gaping black hole into a fiery cage.

Samantha turned her attention back to the dim bluish light of her laptop screen. No emails from her friend yet. It was unnerving; he said that he would contact her two days ago, but so far nothing. Usually she wouldn't have been worried about it but this friend was different. If he said he was going to email her then he would have.

Samantha had been talking to Broderick for four years now. He had contacted her about one of her papers a couple months into her first year of university. Being raised by a hunter, she didn't disclose much information about herself for fear of possible attacks, but she still felt a connection to this man.

Over the years Samantha had grown to rely on Broderick's advice, even more so when he had shown that he trusted her by telling her that he was a hunter.

This all lead to the fact that he hadn't emailed her when he said he would. He had been on a hunt for six months now, but had promised that he would try to stay in touch. He said that at the very latest he could get in contact before the end of the term, but that was two days ago.

Samantha sighed in frustration; she just had to remain calm. If Broderick did need help then he would get a message to her. Though they had never met in person, Samantha felt certain that he would not be too proud to ask for help if he was in trouble.

A loud rap on the door pulled Samantha from her thoughts. She closed the lid to her laptop and slide out of the cool plastic of the chair. Stretching her back she moved towards the door, leaning against the wooden frame.

"What's the password?" She said trying to hide the smirk in her voice.

"The password is open the door." Came a male voice familiar even though the wooden barrier muffled it.

"I don't know if I should open it you sound kind of irritated..."

"Samantha Marie Winchester, open the door right now." The voice no longer held any kind of smile in it, but instead sounded like a drill sergeant.

Wincing at the sharp tone, she snapped to attention without any thought, Samantha unlocked the door and peered into the hallway.

Dean Winchester stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his green eyes that had been drilling holes into the wood glared at Samantha. Feeling a little unsure by her father's reaction Samantha took a tentative step backwards.

The cool glare suddenly warmed up and a spark of joy entered the older hunter's eyes. Dean's face transformed as he broke into a wide grin. "I got you that time Sammy girl." He chuckled looking very proud of himself.

Samantha's felt herself relax into the familiar presence of her father. She shot an arm out; given her father a quick punch in the arm. "That's what you think, old man." Samantha said as she returned her father's grin.

Dean wiggled his eyebrows at his daughter. "This old man is still popular with the ladies, so I wouldn't go retirement home shopping yet."

"Ew Dad."

Dean pulled his daughter into a quick hug and Samantha felt as if she was coming home. Her mother had died when she was quite young, she hardly had any memories of her, her father had always been the only family that she'd ever known. With his strong arms around her all doubts and fears went away, it was easy to trust someone who had never failed you before.

Pulling away Dean looked around the room, his eyes landing on the large duffle bag by the door. He bent down and scooped it up. "Is this all that you're taking with you?"

Samantha nodded as she shrugged on her leather jacket and picked up her laptop. They walked out of the small apartment together. As they approached the Impala, Samantha felt warmth fill her heart. Whatever evil sonofabitch they decided to hunt this summer vacation, as long as she had her father and this car Samantha would be okay.

Settling into the passenger seat, she tried to push the worry about Broderick as far away as possible. She would try to contact him later; right now Samantha wanted to focus on the rumble of the engine and her father's voice. This had always been home for Samantha and this was the way she hoped it would always be.

Nothing could possibly happen to change that, right?