Chapter 1

"It's been almost a month, you need to call Sam and find out what happened to John." Eliza sighed into the phone and twisted the cord around her finger.

"I know I should Grace, but what if Sam starts asking questions. What am I supposed to say?" Eliza looked over her shoulder to where her twin boys were eating. She smiled slightly.

"Um, how about the truth? There's not a lot of that going on in the Winchester family." Grace bit out. "Listen, call Sam, because of the two, didn't John say he's the one with the better head on his shoulders."

"Yeah, I will." Eliza put the phone back on the base and turned around. "Do my men want some more juice?" The twins looked up at her with soft green eyes and smiled. "I take that as a yes." Eliza went about her daily Mom duties, all the while dreading the conversation that was going to take place sooner rather than later.

After putting the boys to bed she sat down on her couch and took a deep breath, reached for the phone and dialed John Winchester one last time. "Hi, you've reached John, if this is an emergency please call my son Dean at 866-502-9087, he can help."

"Damn you John." Eliza muttered and pulled out a scrap of paper from under her couch cushion. Sam Winchester's cell phone number was scrawled in John's handwriting across the page. With shaky fingers she dialed the number.

"Sammy!" Dean rolled his eyes and turned the music down. "Sam!" His brother opened his eyes and looked around before sitting up.

"Yeah?" Sam yawned and then heard his phone. "Sorry, I got it." Dean shook his head and kept driving. They were hot on the trail of the demon; Dean could just feel it.

"Who is this and how did you get my number?" Sam looked over at his brother. "I don't know anyone named Eliza, and my father never mentioned you."

"Oh, well, your father is a friend of mine. He gave me this number and told me to call you if I didn't hear from him every two weeks. It's been almost a month." Eliza winced. She had heard a lot of stories about Sam Winchester. How proud John was of his youngest son. She just hoped that he was the person his father thought he was.

"I'm sorry Ms. Collins but my father passed away almost three weeks ago." Sam looked over at his brother and shrugged.

"Eliza Collins?" Dean asked and pulled over to the side of the road. Sam nodded and Dean held his hand out for the phone. "Eliza, it's Dean, how did you get this number? And more importantly how did you know my Dad?"

"Hello Dean, I didn't mean to cause any trouble. Please forget that I called." Eliza hung up quickly and buried her face in her hands. She cried tears for John Winchester, for her sons and for the future that she now faced alone.

"Who was that Dean?" Sam asked as Dean handed him his phone back and pulled back onto the road.

"That was Eliza Collins; we had a thing a couple of years ago. I don't know how she knew Dad though. She was never a client, just a girl that I meant while working a case alone." Dean shrugged.

"You don't think it's weird that she had my phone number and knew Dad?" Sam stared at his brother. "What if, I don't know, after you.. her and Dad..?"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence! She was young enough to be his daughter; a couple years younger than me now that I think about it. I don't think Dad would…well, you know. I don't know how she knew Dad. Did a number show up on caller ID?" Dean waited patiently while Sam checked his phone.

"No, unavailable, she must have blocked it."

"Oh. Well, she lives in Texas. We're nowhere near there plus we've got more important things to worry about. You had any more visions?" Dean looked around and yawned.

"Not lately. You look tired. Want to pull over and let me drive for awhile so you can get some rest?" Sam offered.

"Thanks but I got it. Don't want you having a vision and killing us." Dean smiled. "I'm thinking about getting a hotel room soon though."

"Sounds like a good idea. A good night's sleep will do us both some good."

"I got dibs on the shower first." Dean called out first.

"Jerk." Sam muttered quietly.

"Bitch." Dean smiled in reply.

"He's dead Grace, what am I going to do?" Eliza cried into the phone quietly, trying hard not to wake the children.

"You're going to call Sam Winchester back and tell him the truth. You can't do it alone Eliza." Grace sounded furious. "You're 26 and raising twin boys alone, you're going to need help."

"I know, maybe I can get a job and find a babysitter?" Eliza said hopefully.

"Do you really want to put your children in danger like that?" Grace asked. "I don't know why John chose me as your confidant but there had to be a reason. Now listen to me. Call Sam back and tell him the truth."

"Not tonight, it's too late." Eliza protested.

"Yes tonight!"

"Alright, as soon as I hang up with you." She promised and then the line went dead. She looked on the coffee table and saw the scrap paper with Sam's number, she wiped her eyes and cleared her throat before dialing again.

Once again Dean turned the radio down and watched as Sam answered his phone. "Hello?"

"Hi Sam, it's Eliza again. I was wondering if you could maybe..um, come and see me, there are some things I want to talk to you about in person." She spoke quickly.

"Well, I guess my brother and I could swing by after we're through here, I don't know how long it will take us though. Is this an emergency?" Sam once again looked at his brother and shrugged.

"Well, kinda. I would appreciate it if you were the only one to show, I'm sure Dean has told you about our brief history."

"Yeah, sorry about that." Sam sighed. "Alright, I'll leave here and come to you. Are you still in Texas?"

"Sammy, we're not splitting up! Tell her she's going to have to wait. This is too important." Dean could be heard telling his brother.

"Sam, please, I need help. Your father said that if anything ever happened to him that you would be able to help me." Eliza cried softly.

"You've got some explaining to do Ms. Collins. I'll take the first greyhound to Texas." Sam sighed and looked at Dean apologetically. "Give me a contact number for you."

Sam hung up after she gave him her phone number. "I can't believe you're going to run off Sammy, this is the demon that killed Mom, that killed Jess and probably killed Dad!" Dean was furious.

"Dean listen, Dad told her to call me, that I would help her. Dad wouldn't tell her that unless it was something big."

"You're damn right, I was the one he relied on for years while you were in school, why isn't she calling me?" Dean asked.

"Well, now it all becomes clear, you're jealous that one of your ex's is calling me for help…and had some kind of relationship with Dad." Sam chuckled lowly. "Get over yourself Dean."

"Screw you Sammy." Dean muttered and floored the accelerator.

Two Days Later..

"Next stop, Port Isabel." The bus driver announced over the PA system. Sam dug his phone out of his pocket and dialed his brother.

"Joe's pool hall, you rack 'em, we stack 'em." Dean answered casually.

"Nice Dean. We're getting ready to stop in Port Isabel. Please stay out of trouble. I'll call as soon as I figure out what's going on." Sam smiled, "So what does Eliza look like, is she hot?"

"Shut up Sammy." Dean growled. "And yes, she's very hot..or was two years ago."

"Nice." Sam whistled and lurched forward as the bus stopped. "We just stopped. Gotta go." He ended that call and dialed another number. A breathless voice answered.

"Hello?"

"It's Sam, I'm stepping off the bus. I don't know.." He didn't get to finish his sentence. Standing in front of him with the phone up to his ear was a tall, stunning, flame haired beauty. Her hair and statuesque figure aren't the things that caught his attention. The twins looking up at him mischievously did. "I'll be damned." He muttered and looked up at the women pushing the stroller. "Eliza I presume."

"Hi Sam, you look just like your Dad described you." Sam nodded and pursed his lips together. He grabbed his bag and took a deep breath. "Wait till we get in the car before interrogating me okay?" She asked quietly and begged with wide blue eyes.

"Yeah." Sam nodded and followed her closely to a nice, late model sedan. "Put your things in the trunk." She opened the trunk for him and then unstrapped one child from the stroller and put them in their car seat. She went around the car and repeated the procedure.

"Alright, I'm ready." She said as soon as she started the car. "Fire away."

"Why didn't Dad tell us that we had twin brothers?" Eliza slammed the breaks and looked at him oddly.

"You think that my sons are your brothers?" She laughed and shook her head. "They're your nephews Sam. Dustin and Devon."