Hello readers!

So I decided to watch supernatural from the very beginning, for like the thousandth time! And this time round, I kind of wanted to give this a go... Because I've always kind of pictured it, but never really did anything about it... So I figured, why the heck not?! So if you're into OC stories, then I really hope you like this! I don't plan on making my OC a mary-sue type character, so please, if at any point it starts to feel that way, do tell! I'm hoping for a good character development here, all the while maintaining the gruesome magic of supernatural! :)

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Chapter One

Dean silently trudged around the room, moping to himself. He didn't like the idea of having a new brother thrusting himself into their lives. He didn't know the kid - nor was he willing to get to know him. He stopped and glared at the nightstand. Adam's mother had quite a few photo frames out, one which really stood out to Dean was Adam with their father. His father. He glared at it, angrily.

Hearing footsteps coming from just outside the room, Dean cleared his throat and turned away from the nightstand, just in time to see Adam walk through the door.

"The, uh... Nightstand... It was knocked over. Anything else?" Dean asked as he stared down at the floorboards.

"Well, not really." Adam shrugged. "The Sheriff said there's no sign of a break-in."

'Ha! Typical.' Dean thought as he glanced around the room once again.

"What? You think the cops missed something?" Adam asked. Dean bit his tongue, forcing back the smirk that was tempted to make an appearance. He could not - and would not - allow himself to be amused by this kid.

"Maybe?" Dean said, shrugging slightly. "They don't have my eyes."

"You're a mechanic." Adam said.

"Yeah. That's right." Dean said, not bothering to sound the least bit convincing. He turned away after glancing over at Adam's face. It was clear the kid didn't believe Dean. Whether it was regarding the case itself or Dean's profession, he didn't know - nor did he care. There was a slight moment of silence, in which Dean continued to glance anywhere but at Adam, before the kid spoke again.

"Dean... What else can you tell me about dad?"

"You knew him." Dean said, with yet another shrug. The longer he spent with this kids, the more his anger was surfacing.

"Not as well as you." Adam smirked slightly. Dean glanced over at him incredulously. Who did this kid think he was? Dean sighed, and clenched his fists behind his back.

"Trust me, kid, you don't wanna know." Dean said. He stopped pacing around the room when he heard footsteps again. Glancing toward the door, he spotted Sam with something in his hand. Giving Dean only a brief nod, Sam disappeared from the door. "Give us a minute."

Dean partially wanted to laugh at Sam for not bothering to take their conversation further away from the room, where Adam could obviously still overhear them, but he was slowly growing interested in the case.

"Talk to the cops?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam said, twitching slightly. "Like Adam said - no leads on his mom."

"Hmm. Shocker." Dean said, rolling his eyes ever so slightly.

"But, I did find this." Sam unfolded the piece of paper and held it up. "In 1990, there were seventeen grave robberies in Windom."

"Think that's why dad came through here?" Dean asked, scanning the news article over, hoping to find some answers.

"I'd say so... Check it out." Sam pointed to the printed picture. Dean pulled the paper closer, and narrowed his eyes. With a short laugh, he brought the paper back down.

"Alright, so he was hunting something. What?" Dean said.

"No idea... Those were the pages he tore out of the journal." Sam said. "But last month it started up again. Three bodies from a local cemetery."

"So, whatever he was after, he didn't kill it, and it's back." Dean said, urging himself not to punch something that very moment.

"And... What? Re-started the game with fresh meat?" Sam asked, with a slight tinge of humour that didn't go unnoticed by Dean. "I mean, Kate's missing, and er... So is a local bartender. A guy named Joe Barton."

Dean raised an eyebrow as Sam handed him a new piece of paper, one with a picture of a man on it. Dean nodded slightly and headed back to the room where he'd left Adam. Surely enough, the kid was sat on his mother's bed, clutching onto a photo frame. Dean tried not to peer over to see which picture it was, so instead he gave the nightstand a quick look. The photo with Adam and their father was still there - so which one was Adam clutching onto? Sam gave Dean a slight nudge, bringing him back to reality.

"Hey... Uh... Does your mom know a Joe Barton?" Dean asked as he held up the man's picture.

"I... I don't think so. Why?" Adam asked as he set down the photo frame. It was him, with his mother, and a girl whom Dean was unfamiliar with. Sam glanced at Dean, wondering why his brother was acting so strangely, and then gave him a slight nudge again. Dean took a deep breath and turned back to Adam - however something else caught his attention. Leering down to the floor, Dean approached the bed cautiously. Adam stood, confused, and tried to see what Dean was seeing. "What is-"

"Shh!"

Dean crouched down to the floor and looked under the bed. As quick as he'd found himself on the floor, he got up and, without glancing back at anyone, he began pulling against the mattress. On the floor was an air vent. Dean glanced up at Sam, who was now pulling Adam to one side.

"Rock, paper scissors." The two said in unison, as Adam watched them, confused. Dean growled loudly when he put 'scissors' and lost due to Sam's 'rock'.

"Every time." Dean mumbled.

Sam bit back the urge to laugh as Dean grumbled his way into the air vent. Adam took a few steps back from the two, feeling slightly frustrated by the lack of answers he was getting with the situation. He glanced over at the photo frame once again and felt a slight twinge in his chest.

"She your girl?" Sam asked, with a knowing smile spread on his face. Adam glanced up at him, shocked. "It's okay. It's not like you're not allowed."

"It's not like that." Adam said, somewhat uneasily.

"Ah... Gotcha." Sam laughed slightly. "She's just a friend."

"Uh... Yeah..." Adam said before turning round to look out the window. 'How the heck do I tell them?' he thought.

...

Dean had been gone for a good hour or so, after storming off on Sam and Adam. Sam could understand not wanting to endanger Adam's life, but he knew the kid would follow them regardless. So, he figured it would be best to just teach him a few basics - at least then he could come out alive. With a rather loud sigh, Sam got up and began gathering together all his weapons. He could at least make the kid useful and teach him how to clean a gun.

"She's not my girlfriend..." Adam said suddenly, making Sam glance over at him confused. "The girl in the photo back at my mom's."

"Yeah..." Sam said as he walked back toward the two beds. "We established that earlier."

"No... I mean..." Adam looked away. He had to do this... Sam and Dean had the right to know... "She's my sister."

"Oh..." Sam nodded. "Well she's very pretty."

"She's our sister." Adam muttered. There was a sudden, loud clattering sound. Sam had dropped the gun to the floor and was now staring at Adam with his two bright eyes as wide as saucers.

"Come again?" Sam managed to choke out, his voice coming out slightly high-pitched.

"Dad had another kid... With another woman..." Adam said, almost as though it was something normal to hear every day. "He... Uh... He introduced me to her about a year after I met him. Said he met her mom while he was in Ohio, or something, and found out about her... We're close..."

"Wha... How..." Sam felt angry now... This was possibly what Dean was feeling earlier. Learning he had a brother was one thing, but learning that he had a brother and a sister, which his dad had conveniently kept a secret, was pushing his limits.

"I wanted to tell you sooner... But... I... I don't know..." Adam got up now and began pacing around the room. "I told her... About dad... I called her before I met you guys... I just didn't tell her about you two... Not exactly, at least."

"Wha..." Sam cleared his throat, and attempted to sound as normal as he possibly could, despite the many questions that were cluttering his brain. "Where... Where is she now?"

"New York." Adam said. "Sam, listen-"

"It's not your fault." Sam said, raising a hand. "It's... It's fine. Really."

"What about Dean?" Adam asked, knowing all too well he'd take it a lot worse than Sam did.

"Uh... I suggest we don't tell Dean just yet."

Sam figured now was as good a time as ever to teach Adam how to work his weapons. Sam just wanted something - anything - to keep him from finding ways to bring his dad back from the dead, just to break his nose. He'd managed to push all thoughts of a possible sister away from his mind, until Adam spoke up once again, after about another half hour or so.

"Sam... How did dad really die?"

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Hellhounds... All-watching Baphomet... Afflictions of ghosts...

Adam felt overwhelmed - in a good way. He felt ready to take on whatever was after him. He felt determined to avenge his mother. He was excited. So excited, in fact, that he was certain he could feel the adrenaline pulsing inside of him.

"So, then we lit it on fire." Sam said proudly.

"With a homemade flamethrower?" Adam asked, incredulously.

"Yeah!" Sam beamed. "They're easy to build. I'll show you."

"That's some job you got, man." Adam chuckled slightly.

Sam felt a frown appearing. Perhaps he'd taken the wrong approach with Adam? This wasn't a job - he had no intention of making this lifestyle seem fun, or cool in any way. He just wanted Adam to be prepared. The creature, whatever it was, was going to come after him no matter where he went, he was certain of it. So, for the sake of his life, Sam only wanted him to be prepared - but not full-on excited.

"Listen... Being a hunter isn't a job, Adam. It's life." Sam said, in a serious tone he hadn't tried out on Adam yet. "You're pre-med... You know the girl we discussed earlier?"

Adam glanced back at Dean slightly, who was glaring back at the two of them, before turning back to Sam and nodding briefly.

"Well you can forget all about her." Sam said coldly. "If you're really gonna do this, you can't have those kinds of connections. Ever. They're weaknesses. You'll just put the people you care about in danger and get them killed."

Dean shook his head and looked away. He couldn't believe his ears. Sam noticed Dean's sour expression.

"That's the price we pay. You cut 'em out, and you don't look back. There's only one thing you can count on. Family."

Adam glanced up at Sam, now feeling very confused. It all suddenly felt like one gigantic contradiction. She was family - she was their family. Surely once this was over, the first thing he should do is go see her, check up on her and teach her what Sam taught him.

"But Sam-"

"Sam, can I talk to you?" Dean called out, looking extremely irritated.

...

Sam stirred, he opened his eyes but his vision was blurry. He could hear something, though. Someone... Someone was humming. He closed his eyes and re-opened them, and tried to move. He couldn't. Groaning, he tried to move once again, only to realise his wrists and ankles were bound.

"Silver. No wonder none of the tests worked. You're not shape-shifters, you're ghouls." Sam said, trying his best to sound smug, despite the circumstance.

"You know, I find that term racist." Kate spoke. She got up from where she sat beside Sam and began circling him, sniffing him as she moved. "Mmm... Fresh meat. So much better than what we're used to."

"I should've known." Sam said, mainly to himself. "It was the fresh kills that threw me. Ghouls don't usually go after the living. See, you're just filthy scavengers, feeding off the dead, taking form of the last corpse you choke down-"

"And their thoughts... And their memories..." Adam said, as he walked into the room. "Like Adam, for instance."

"Well, we are what we eat." Kate said, with a satisfied grin.

"You're monsters." Sam said through gritted teeth. Kate smirked down at him and drew the knife she was holding across his arm, making him groan in pain.

"You use that word a lot, Sam." Adam said, whilst Kate bent down to drink the blood from Sam's arm. "But I don't think you know what it means."

"His blood... It tastes different." Kate said, looking up at Adam.

"Our father was a monster?" Adam continued. "Why? Because of what he ate? He never hurt anyone, Sam. Living, anyway."

"No, he was no monster." Kate said, now wiping her mouth with her sleeve. "But the thing that killed him was. A monster named John Winchester."

"What was the point in all this?" Sam asked, his breath hitching when he felt Adam pinch his side. "What was the point of telling me about the girl?"

"Oh, you mean Evie?" Adam smirked. "Well I figured you'd like to know where we're heading to next. You didn't tell Dean, so once we're through with you, he won't know what to do."

Sam bellowed out in pain when Adam stabbed something deep into his side. Adam chuckled to himself and put his finger inside the wound, making Sam groan even more.

"Thanks to your daddy, my brother and I grew up on our own." Kate said.

"We're like you and your brother. Inseparable." Adam added.

"Actually, it was very hard to get you on your own." Kate said, laughing maliciously. She bent down once again to sniff Sam.

"You said it yourself, Sam, the only thing you can count on is family." Adam grinned.

"First, it was John's cop friend... Then his slut..." Kate said, with a disgusted tone, and pointing to herself. "Then his son."

"Then I called John, but the son of a bitch was already dead." Adam chuckled.

"So I guess you and Dean will have to do instead" Kate grinned. "Then the girl... Because, why not?"

"But Dean won't interrupt us this time. We're gonna feed on you nice and slow... Like we did with Adam." Adam grinned and leaned down closer to Sam.

"Oh, and, by the way, he really was your brother." Kate whispered. "Thought you should know that."

"He was still alive when we took our first bites." Adam said, as he sniffed down Sam's side and back to where he'd stabbed Sam previously.

"And he was a screamer." Kate added. Sam wouldn't let them get to him. He couldn't. He tried his best to drown out their words. Though, all he could think of was ripping the two apart, piece by piece.

Kate and Adam glanced at each other, before slicing each of Sam's arm once... Twice... Sam bit his tongue to keep him from screaming out in pain - like Adam probably did. He didn't want to give these two the satisfaction. He couldn't help but wonder what Adam must've felt. He began struggling against the ropes that held him down. He had to escape. He had to avenge Adam.

"Sam, the more you struggle, the faster you'll bleed out. So you might as well lie back and relax." Adam said, irritably.

"HEY!"

Sam felt relieved when he heard that voice. Never in his life has he felt more grateful to perfect timing. Instantly, Dean fired at Adam, sending him flying back to the wall. Dean aimed at Kate next.

"DEAN, THEY'RE GHOULS!" Sam shouted, after mustering enough strength to do so.

Another shot was heard, and Dean smirked down at Kate's headless body. Ghouls meant headshots. Dean rushed over to Sam and began untying the ropes on his wrist - only to suddenly be thrown aside by Adam. Sam could hear glass shuttering, groans and yells. He continued to struggle, hoping to free himself from the ropes. He heard banging now - he managed to glance over to the side, and despite his vision starting to blur once again, he saw Dean standing on top of Adam, and beating him down with something. It was over... It was nearly over... They would have avenged Adam...

But he was still bleeding.

The room fell silent and Sam glanced over again. Now was not the time to be contemplating anything.

"Dean..." Sam managed to force out. He heard Dean scramble to his feet and rush over to him. He could just about see Dean ripping apart the tape and cutting through the ropes. He then grabbed towels and helped Sam sit up.

"Come on... Come on..." Dean muttered, as he tried to help Sam. Sam couldn't help but express his pain now. He'd held it in as much as he possibly could, but with Dean it didn't matter. "Hang on okay? Alright... Here we go... Here we go..." Dean wrapped the towels around Sam's wrists now, making Sam wince. "Hang on, buddy. Alright..."

"Thank you..." Sam managed to breathe out.

"That's what family's for, right?" Dean said, rather amused. "Keep pressure on that."

"Dean..." Sam said, weakly.

"Just keep pressure on it, Sammy, don't use up your energy." Dean said, as he rummaged around. But Sam couldn't keep it from him any longer. He had a right to know. Sure, she was no longer in danger of being a ghoul's lunch, but who's to say she wasn't in any other kind of danger? She was of their bloodline. Surely a demon was bound to figure that out eventually - that's assuming they hadn't already.

"Dean... We... We..." Sam clutched his eyes shut and tried to focus, but it was proving to be much harder than he expected. "We... Dean..."

"Sammy?" Dean approached him once again and wrapped an arm around him. "Sammy just stop talking, alright?"

"But-"

"Save it for later, Sammy."

...

Dean broke up the pieces of wood and scattered it across the body. After getting Sam back to his normal state, they had returned to recover Adam's body from the tomb.

"You sure we should do this?" Sam asked, uneasily. Dean opened a bottle of lighter fluid and began scattering it across the body and the surroundings.

"The ghouls didn't fake those pictures. They didn't fake dad's journal. Adam was our brother. He died like a hunter. He deserves to go out like one." Dean said. Sam could notice the regret that was filling up Dean's mind. Ghoul or not, Sam was certain Dean felt as though he should've had a different approach.

"Maybe we could bring him back?" Sam said, after a moment of silence. "Get a hold of Cas and call in a favor."

"No." Dean said, somewhat sternly. "No, Adam's in a better place." Dean lit the match he was holding and took a few steps back before throwing it and watching Adam's body go up in flames. "You know, I finally get why you and dad butted heads so much." Sam glanced over at Dean, somewhat confused. "You two were practically the same person. I mean, I worshipped the guy, you know? I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listen to the same music... But you were more like him than I will ever be. And I see that now."

Sam wasn't sure what to say to Dean about that. What had he meant? That's when Sam remembered he still knew something Dean didn't - something that should be mentioned.

"Dean..."

"You can take it as a compliment." Dean said as he gazed into the flames.

"No... Dean... Adam told me something, something which I think is true." Sam said, shifting uneasily.

"You mean a ghoul told you something?" Dean smirked ever so slightly. "Whatever it was, Sammy, it doesn't matter now, because they're gone."

"Dean, you said it yourself, they didn't fake the pictures... Or anything... That ghoul knew everything there was to know about Adam." Sam said, now also gazing into the flames. "There was a picture in his mom's room. Him, his mom, and a girl-"

"Yeah, I saw it." Dean nodded and looked up at Sam. "He - the ghoul was holding it... Sammy, where are you going with this?"

"That girl... Evie..." Sam took a deep and shaky breath, making Dean fully turn toward him with a worried look. "She... She's one of us."

"A hunter?" Dean asked, forcing back the urge to roll his eyes at Sam's drama.

"A Winchester." Sam breathed out, finally. "Dad... Had another kid..."

Dean stared at Sam. His expression was unreadable. Sam had expected Dean to shout out, exasperated, shocked by the idea of having yet another sibling, that could also already be dead. However, Dean said nothing. He simply turned around and headed back to the car. Sam turned, also, feeling confused by Dean's reaction.

"Dean-"

"Who the hell does he think he is, poppin' out kids everywhere?" Dean laughed slightly. "I mean, for Pete's sake, would it kill to tell us about at least one of them?" Dean was laughing hysterically now and Sam wasn't sure what to make of it. "You know, Sammy, I walked into this town with a brother, and I'm leaving with a brother, another dead brother, and the idea of having a sister. What, is she another love child of John Winchester and some random woman, whom he met a few years back because he wanted to replace you?"

"Replace me, what-"

"Oh, come on, Sammy!" Dean said, still laughing. "Why do you think he approached Adam when he did, huh? It was right when you decided to leave us! He had to fill that void somehow, didn't he?"

"Dean-"

"So where is she, huh?" Dean asked, a slight deranged look spreading across his features.

"New York." Sam said.

"Ah, the big ol' apple!" Dean laughed once again. "Great, that's just great. Well, you know what? I don't care!"

"Dean-"

"No." Dean said, now looking very serious - in a deadly sort of way that almost made Sam retreat. Almost. "We're not getting involved with this kid. She'll be fine as long as she doesn't know anything about us."

"But Dean-"

"I said no, Sammy!" Dean said. "Get in the car. Let's go."

"Dean, we have to tell her about Adam. They were close." Sam said, trying his best to reason with him.

"We don't have to do anything." Dean laughed once again. "If they were close, she'll find out eventually, from the cops. Someone's bound to notice he's gone missing at some point."

"Dean, that's not fair and you know it." Sam said, beginning to feel rather irritated.

"We're not getting involved and that's that." Dean said and he got into the car, and put his seatbelt on. Sam sighed and followed. They would find and meet her... Evie... He just had to wait until Dean was sane enough to do so.

- fin -

of this chapter at least... This story has still got a loooong way to go. The first time they meet Evie will be in Season 5, so I'll try and get bits of the previous episode, so to speak, just to you all know whereabouts in Season 5 I'm planning this...

it'll all make sense once it's updated! (or so I'm hoping)

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