CHAPTER 1

After the vampire-gig, the Winchesters had decided that they had strength in numbers so it was better to go after the demon together.

For that they were currently staying in a motel, while John brought his sons up to speed with what all he had learned about that demon in his quest for vengeance so far.

John and Dean were both all set for Salvation, Iowa where the demon was supposed to strike next, they were just waiting for Sam who was out running last minute errands.

It was then they heard a knock on the door. It wasn't Sam, he wouldn't have knocked. Neither was it the room service. John distractedly nodded towards Dean to take care of whoever it was outside while he took off all the articles and news paper clippings from the wall. Dean nodded back and got up to open the door.

He carefully maneuvered the door, opening it and closing it behind him as he moved to stand outside. Dean didn't know what or who he had been expecting, but as he turned towards their visitor, he decided it certainly wasn't this.

"How can I help you miss?" He asked the angry looking petite woman. Dean being Dean, couldn't resist the flirty smirk that adorned his face as he check her out, top to bottom.

First things that Dean noticed about her were, brunette, short, mid-twenties, small pixie like face, long neck, huge green eyes, small pointed nose and pouty lips, well toned body, good rack, tight little ass...

Before his thoughts could turn more illicit, the girl interrupted his unabashed oggling with a sharp voice and an angry scowl.

"I need to speak with John Winchester. Now."

Hearing his fathers name sobered him up quickly as he wondered where had that pretty little pocket-rocket heard of his father.

"Listen lady, sorry to disappoint you and everything, but whoever you're looking for isn't here. Guess you tapped the wrong door." He gave her the textbook answer. However he couldn't resist adding, "If I can be of your service in any other way however- " with his trademark wink.

The girl just rolled his eyes disgustedly. "Trust me, you do not wanna go there. If you really knew who I am, you'd be regretting what you almost suggested just now for the rest of your miserable life."

"I won't be so sure sugar." he replied flirtatiously.

"You gotta be shitting me." The girl rolled her eyes and gave him a push. "Back off will you? Or I won't be held responsible for my actions."

Normally Dean would have backed off, but there was something about this girl that he wanted to ruffle her feathers even more. Maybe it was the angry-pixie thing or maybe the virginal formal clothing she wore, button-down trousers and all. Or perhaps it was the badass vibe he got from her.

"Feisty! Me likey!" He smirked.

For the first time the girl smiled, shaking her head as he took notice of world's most adorable dimples appearing on her cheeks. "Now you're just asking for it." Within a blink the girl had him pushed against the door, arm twisted at an unnatural angle which hurt him like hell. Dean groaned in pain.

"What the hell? What's going on here?" He heard Sam's voice as he struggled not to howl in pain. Damn she's a tough chick, he thought.

"I think your brother here, likes it rough." The girl said in soft, alluring voice that he thought was sexy as hell. Nonetheless, Dean grimaced as she twisted her arm a bit more.

"Like you have no idea." Dean gritted out painfully.

"One more word from you and will kick your balls so hard.." The girl twisted his arm again, earning another grimace from Dean.

"Woah! Easy there miss. What do you want?" Sam asked, "And how do you know he's my brother?" He had a hard time controlling his laughter, seeing his tough big brother in his current position, caused by a petite woman no less.

"I know a bit more than that, but not nearly enough." She told Sam. "That's why I need to see John Winchester! Don't force me to do this the hard way." She emphasised, raising an eyebrow.

"And you call this the soft way?" Dean complained. His arm was starting to hurt like a bitch and he couldn't shake her off despite his constant struggles. He wasn't used to feeling this helpless around humans let alone a woman.

"Please excuse my brother, but we don't know who you're talking about. Who are you anyway?" Sam asked in a his usual calm, placating tone. Yes bring on those puppy eyes Sammy boy! Get her the fuck off me, thought Dean.

"Hard way it is then." Dean heard the girl mutter to herself and the next thing he knew, an intense new wave of white hot pain was shooting up in his shoulder, and all he could do was clutch it and glare at that little bitch, who was now holding a glock and an FBI badge in front of Sam's shocked face. What the fuck?

"See this badge boys?" She snapped, her voice like ice, "But its an original one unlike yours. FBI! Now step out of my fucking way unless you want to be strawberry jam on the door!" She pocket her badge and steadily held her glock, aiming for Sam mainly. She knew Dean was harmless at the moment.

Sam raised his hands and moved towards Dean who wad still groaning in pain. "What the hell man? Who is she?" He whispered, taking her in. At first Sam had thought she was just another good-looking woman, his brother had offended by his cheap-ass flirting, but he was surprised when she asked for their father instead.

"Damned if I know Sammy. All I know is that this little bitch friggin' dislocated my shoulder." Dean whispered back, still in pain.

"JOHN FUCKING WINCHESTER." The girl shouted into the door, "YOU ABSOLUTE WUSS. IF YOU DON'T SHOW YOURSELF IN FIVE FUCKING SECONDS I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL-"

"Hey woah woah!" Sam interrupted her, shocked at the names she was calling their father. It almost seemed as if she was here on some personal business rather than on the behalf of FBI, "Look, I don't know what you have against him, but I believe we can talk calmly, no need to bring out the guns, we're all responsible civilians here." He urged.

"Yeah right. Responsible civilians. You mean this guy?" She nodded towards Dean, "Charged with felony, kidnapping, murder, assault, money laundering, credit card frauds, grand theft auto, need I go on? And digging up graves? Seriously?" She look almost disappointed. "Look, I don't give a rat's ass about what weirdo shit you guys are into. I need to see John Winchester. That's all." She sighed, finally and looked up. "So Get. Out. Of. My .Way."

The door opened and a very defeated looking John Winchester showed himself.

"Sam, Dean, you heard the lady." John almost sounded sheepish, which perplexed Dean. "Now let her pass before the Motel manager comes looking." He sighed.

"You took your sweet time, Dad; while this "lady" of yours dislocated my frigging shoulder!" Dean complained.

"Quit whining!" The girl shot back in a bored tone. "In my defence, you deserved it you perv! And I'll pop it back on after I have a little chat with him." She nodded towards John, narrowing her eyes at him. "You know who I am don't you?" There was a faintest a hint of pain in her voice which Dean thought was quite odd.

John just stood aside the door indicating everyone to get in. After every one was inside, John took a deep breath and turned towards the girl.

"Yes, I know who you are. You're Grace, Grace..." John trailed off, unsure how to continue. He had been expecting this for quite some time. But given the circumstances he wasn't sure how to proceed. The demon was finally in his reach. He already had the colt. He really did not have time for this.

"Seriously?" Grace exclaimed, eyes wide with hurt and disbelief. "After all these years you still don't have the fucking balls to actually acknowledge that I'm your-?"

"Look, Grace" John interrupted her, sighing tiredly. He pinched the bridge of his nose to ward off the headache. "I know you've been following me for quite some time but now's not a great time-"

Next thing John knew, he was down on the floor, his nose was bleeding, probably broken, and Grace, his daughter was standing over him, rubbing her bloody knuckles."

"God, I've been wanting to do that for a while." She muttered to herself.

Sam and Dean, who had been staring at this whole spectacle speechlessly, finally gathered their wits and rushed to help their father.

"What the hell woman?" Asked Dean, scowling. "What's with the violence? Dad who is this crazy bitch?"

"Look ma'am," Sam finally chose to interfere, "With all due respect, we don't know what do you want from us, but we're gonna have to ask you to leave." He stated calmly, still unsure of what was happening.

"What the fuck Sam!" Dean was incredulous. "She just went all Lara Croft on us and you're doing your pansy, respectful shit? Just deck her already man." Dean complained as he struggled to help John despite having a dislocated shoulder.

Grace just snorted, smiling a little. "As entertaining as that would be, I don't wanna hurt you Sam, I really don't. You seem like a nice guy, so why don't you ask your dad to clear some shit up for the two you so we're all on the same page?" She nodded towards John who was now seated on a chair, facing the ceiling, to try and stop the blood flow. Grace frowned at that. "On second thoughts, why don't you grab an ice-pack and a wet towel for him while I help your brother here with his shoulder."

Sam looked at her for a few moments thoughtfully, Grace stared him down till he shrugged and went to the bathroom to find the things she had asked for.

"Hey don't you come near me you frigging bitch. Or I'm gonna-" Dean started.

"Do what?" Grace cut him off, rolling her eyes. "You're helpless buddy. Now sit tight, will you? The more you move the more it's gonna hurt." Grace moved toward him and gestured towards the stool. "Sit."

"Sam? Get this bat-shit crazy woman out of my face." Dean looked towards Sam. Who was not there. What the fu-

"Sam unlike you, has a brain." She stated as a matter of fact. Her voice softer and more pleasant now. "He went to grab the icepack and the wet towel as I asked him to do. So how about you do the same and sit. I promise you can bite my head off later." She raised her eyebrows at him expectantly and folded her arms.

Dean just looked at her, looking for a way out of this. The girl kept her stare steady on him. If he was stubborn then so was she.

"Do as she says son." John muttered, grudgingly. "We're gonna have a talk and its going to be a long-ass conversation to sit through with a dis-located shoulder." He had procrastinated having this conversation with his sons for a long time and now his karma had come back to bite him in the ass. There could not be a shittier time to have this conversation with his kids but he was fresh out of options.

Beside him Dean, unaware of his Dad's dilemma, huffed as he sat on the chair while Grace started tending to his shoulder. Dean had no idea what the hell was happening, but he had a feeling that whatever this "talk" was all about, the shit was about to hit the fan real soon.

Sam returned from the bathroom with the towel and a first aid kit. Next he grabbed some ice from the refrigerator, while he heard his brother complain. He knew it was terribly trusting of him to listen to a woman, who had managed to injure both his brother and father in a span of a couple of minutes, hell for all he knew she could've been something supernatural or someone possessed by a demon. But there was something he saw in her eyes, something innocent and vulnerable, that made him trust her. And then there was the fact that the whole time she was in the room John Winchester couldn't meet her eyes, which led Sam to believe that whoever she was, she wasn't the guilty party here.

"Alright on the count of three, I'm gonna push it right back in." Grace told Dean. "One..."

And without any warning she pushed his shoulder in with a snap.

"SON OF A BITCH! You said three." Dean swore loudly.

"Well, what can I say, I'm an impatient person." She shrugged nonchalantly. "Now grow a pair and quit whining like a little school girl. It was just a dislocated shoulder. And you're welcome by the way." She winked at him teasingly, no doubt getting back at him for all the cheap flirting he did earlier.

Dean just glared back at her while rubbing his shoulder. As comical as this scene was, Sam was getting impatient. The sooner they get this over with, the sooner they can go after the demon.

He handed John a towel and wrapped some ice in the other towel and handed it to Grace. "Your right hook, as awesome as it was, must be hurting too."

"I've had worse, but thanks all the same." She smiled briefly at Sam, an adorable dimpled smile, that he thought was vaguely familiar.

A minute passed in silence as everyone looked at John expectantly while the subject of their scrutiny absently stared at the ceiling, still nursing his broken nose as he tried to think of words that won't make him sound like an ass that he was.

"Okay, since you obviously have trouble gathering your thoughts and everything," Grace started, her voice heavy with sarcasm an bitterness. "Let me help you out. So where were we?" Grace pretended to think for a moment tapping her finger on her chin. "Right, you were saying something like how this wasn't a 'great time' to acknowledge the existence of your own daughter in front of your sons. Which further begs to question that, what kind of a father doesn't even have a few minutes to spare for his daughter, whom he had abandoned in her childhood, in the care of a family, he knew nothing about? Wait a minute," She paused dramatically at that, one finger held up in the air. "I know the answer to that- an absent one." Grace's voice kept rising as she spoke, along with her anger. She was literally fuming by the end of her tirade, flushed cheeks and everything.

To say that Sam and Dean were shocked off there socks into speechlessness, was the understatement of the century.

"Look John," She sighed, trying to calm herself down, "I've not come here for a family reunion or reclaim my name or anything, I just want some answers, I wanna know why." She dug something from her bag, a piece of paper. A certificate. And pushed it in front of John who had now closed his eyes in defeat or maybe to hide his tears.

"I found this two years ago," She began again, much quieter this time, "It's my original birth certificate, It says Grace Mary Winchester, born October 13, 1979. I have been looking for you ever since." She then handed the certificate to Dean who had silently asked to see it. Another moment passed and no one spoke. Grace folded her arms impatiently and tried again, this time in a harsher tone, "So spill. What's your sob story huh? Whatever pathetic excuse you have for abandoning your daughter, let's hear it. Cause I have gone through a lot of trouble to find you. So look me in the eye, and say it. The truth. Now."

"Grace... Gracey?" It was Dean who finally spoke, to everyone's surprise. "Dad? Is she our Gracey?" He choked out, his voice laced with both disbelief and hope. Sam too was frozen on spot, unable to wrap his mind around wherever the converation was going. "You said she died in the fire with Mom, Dad." Dean couldn't believe his own words. She can't be, can she? But then it was too big of a coincidence to be real.

FLASHBACK

"Daddy!"

"Dean, take your brother outside and run as fast as you can. Don't look back!"

"But Gracey, she's still inside."

"I got her. Now Dean, go!"

END FLASHBACK

"You... you remember me?" Grace asked Dean, hesitantly. She did not see this coming. She had fully expected John to deny her very existence, but to have her brother recognise her, gave meeting a whole new meaning.

For Dean, at that moment, the annoying woman who had just dislocated his shoulder, and broken his father's nose, was bathed in a brand new light. And she looked so vulnerable, it nearly broke his heart. Can she really be my baby sister? My little Gracey? He only remembered her vaguely, he remembered that she was this tiny ball of energy that smelled of vanilla and flowers and made lot of adorable noises. And kisses, yes she used to kiss him and Dad a lot.

"I... do... but..." Dean hesitated, still not believing what his mind was screaming at him. "You can't be her. She died." He turned to look at a very silent John. "Dad! Just frigging say something!" Dean didn't know what to think except that he wanted answers. Right fucking now.

"Yes, she's your sister, boys." John admitted. Sam gasped and Dean closed his eyes, unable to grasp the fact. "Grace Mary Winchester. She didn't die that night in the fire. I... I managed to save her... but... " He finally met her eyes and continued, "You have to understand that I did what I did just to protect you. That night I... I left you in the church to save you fr.."

"From what?" Grace snapped, her voice dripping with venom, "A house fire? How can a house-fire could have led you to abandon your daughter! And before you even start bullshitting me with your 'I-lost-you' stories, remember that I'm a cop and a damn good one. I know you sure as hell didn't lose me, because for whatever reason, you went to great lengths to make sure that no one knew I was your daughter. Not even my adoptive parents. You faked the records, you even replaced my original birth certificate with a forged one. And even now, you've known for a while that I was onto you, still you didn't make it any easier for me to look for you." No matter how hard she fought against them, she couldn't stop her treacherous tears from flowing freely, anymore. Dammit, she thought, "You knew where I was all these years, didn't you? You knew I was your daughter!" Her voice finally broke. All those years full of pain and heartbreak came crashing down on her yet again. "Do you... do you have any idea of what all I've gone through? If you had ever bothered to check on me in the past few years, you would have known that whatever misguided attempt that you made to "save" me, you obviously didn't succeed."

"Grace, I had to-"

"Just shut up, okay? Just..." Grace sobbed shaking her head. "You know what? Screw it!" She turned her back on him, "I don't wanna hear it. Not anymore. I was wrong. It doesn't matter. You did what you did. And last twenty two years did happen. Hearing you out and all your lies and pathetic excuses won't change a thing." Grace started running her hands through her straight jet black hair, in an attempt to compose herself. "I was a goddamn fool to have come all this way looking for your lying, uncaring ass, only to find out the answers I have already known all this time. This is so not worth it. I'm outta here." Just like that she turned towards her brothers and added, "I'm sorry for any inconvenience I've cause you guys." She turned to leave, but apparently Dean was not done yet.

"You know," Dean cleared his throat uncomfortably, "If you're talking about the shoulder thing. I totally deserved it, especially if I was hitting on my own sister." His ears were turning red with shame. "I... um I'm sorry, this is messed up but I don't think you should leave yet." He stood up from his perch on the stool. His shock had worn off to pave way for anger. And man he was pissed. "You're not going anywhere, till we get some answers. I even promise to kick Dad's ass for you later. But first I wanna know what exactly happened that night."

Grace tried to smile through her tears at the thought of him kicking John's ass, but it came out like more of a grimace. "Dean, while I appreciate your concern and not to mention your appealing offer, but I genuinely don't give a shit anymore. I really am done."

"No! Wait! Dean's right. Lets sort this out." Sam added. If she really was his sister, and it gave him a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach to even think about it, but if it was true then she was now a part of everything that has been going on in their lives too, which meant that she needed to know a lot more about their situation rather than just one night. "Look, this conversation isn't done yet. And if you're really our sister... I mean...this sucks, but there's a lot you don't know, that you should and apparently we don't know certain things either, so just... lets just hear him. Okay?" he implored her with his eyes, desperate to make her understand in only so many words.

"Sam," Grace sighed, as if all fight had gone out of her. "in all honesty, I've spent past two years thinking about nothing but you guys and now that I've found you all, I... I can't. And while I know its not your fault, but still I ... I can't do this. I need to get away." Just as she was about to leave, she paused as if remembering something. "And I... um if you ever need to... I don't know... need me or something, call me from this phone, it has my number programmed in it." She dug a phone out of her bag and placed it on the table. "Goodbye." With a final teary-eyed smile towards her brothers, she was gone.

Dean tried to go after her when John finally opened his eyes and spoke, "Let her go son,"

"The hell I will. And don't you dare pull the 'son' card right now! I'm so pissed at you Dad, I can't even-..." He trailed off trying to control himself. "I'm seeing red okay! I could literally kick your ass so hard right now that you will need to get hospitalized when I'm done with you. So just stay away from me." With that Dean turned to go after her.

"What about the demon then?" It was Sam who spoke this time. Dean paused. "You know if we went after her now, she will get involved in this too. Do you really want that? I mean, I am pissed at Dad too but we both know why he did what he did."

"Seriously Sammy? Now you choose to take his side?"

"No Dean, trust me, I'm not defending him, in fact I'm itching to total his face for him-"

"Do we really need so much color boys?" John grumbled.

"It passes the time, yeah." Sam bit back.

"Look Dean," John started again. "I know I've been an ass to hide this from you all, but I did what I did to save her from this life, to move the target away from her. That night when I saved her... I... you have to know that I had no intention of surviving that night. So I left her in the church, I had already asked Jim to pick you guys up. I fully intended to go after that thing which killed Mary... I know I was selfish, but I was hurting boys, I was so angry..."

"So what you're saying is that you left her in a church and someone just happened to pick her up? You cannot be serious!" Sam scoffed.

"I went back after few hours, I knew the thing was gone, so I went back to look for her, but the priest had already handed her over to the authorities. I tried to look for her, and after a week, I found her. She had been placed in the care of a couple, they had a small house in Wisconsin, I saw them with my own eyes, I saw something there which I couldn't give her anymore - normal and a happy family. I had already decided the aim of my life, which was wasting that son of a bitch who killed my wife, and it wasn't a life a father would choose for her daughter. You were a responsible brother, Dean. But even you couldn't have managed to raise both, a six-months old brother and a three-year-old sister. You see Sammy here, was a handful already."

"Let me get this straight," Dean spoke in an eerily calm voice. "You mean to say that you left her there because of a little inconvenience we would have had raising her? Are you even listening to yourself? This is bullshit Dad and you know it." He smiled without humour. "You know what? She was right. You did what you did. And your dumb excuses don't mean shit anymore. It will change nothing. And despite everything we've been through, I trusted you, respected you. Though I always knew that we deserved better, Sammy deserved better from you. Still you were my hero, Dad." His voice broke slightly at that, "I always looked up to you, followed your orders, stood by you because in my eyes, you could do no wrong. But not anymore, Dad. This ends now." Dean's eyes had gone misty due to the intensity of emotions, he was feeling. "You're right about one thing, before we go look for her, we gotta finish this job first. But after ganking that SOB, I'm done with you and your selfish ass for good. Come on Sammy." Dean grabbed his bag and left the motel room.

Sam quietly followed Dean, outside lost in his own thoughts. Dean stuffed his bag inside the trunk, followed by Sam who then closed the trunk a bit harder than necessary.

"You got something you wanna say to me then just frigging say it. Don't take it out on baby."

Sam just glared at Dean for a moment, then moved to get to the passenger seat, "Just forget it, now's not the time.

"The hell it isn't! Come on man, just frigging say it and be done with it." He folded his arms and waited for Sam start talking.

"Fine! You know what Dean, Dad isn't the only person who hid the truth from me. When exactly were you gonna tell me that we have a sister?"

"Had. And before today, as far as I knew, we had a dead sister."

"Dead or alive, she's our family Dean, I had a right to at least know about her."

"Well excuse me, if I failed to mention to a six-months old baby, that her sister was dead!"

"You told me about Mom didn't you, why not about her?"

"Well one can't exactly hide their mom's absence from their little brother, can they? And it was Dad's call, I was just following orders."

Sam scoffed, "Of course you were."

"What do you want me to say Sam?" Dean implored. "I was a kid back then myself, I lost them too you know. And I had you to take care of. So when exactly did you expect me to tell you about your dead sister, huh? When you were a baby? Or when you were a kid who used whine all the time about how sick he was of eating "scabetti-O's for dinner and wanted lucky charms? Or maybe when you were the annoying adolescent , constantly asking me the same question I never knew the answer to- 'when is Dad gonna get back?' I had a hard time answering your relentless questions about Mom already, do you really think a 12 year old me would have wanted to add a dead sister to the mix?"

"Fine! But what about later Dean, when I was all grown up? Why not then?" Sam challenged.

"Give me a frigging break here! After you grew I had a hard time keeping you and Dad from going at each other's throats every other day, and how exactly was I even supposed to tell you especially after you walked out on us! Its not like you returned my calls or anything." Dean shot back.

"That's a shitty excuse, and you know that!" Sam snapped.

"Is it?" Dean just shook his head, his patience running thin. "Okay you know what Sammy, maybe I agreed with Dad on this thing, that what you don't know couldn't hurt you. Maybe I trusted him and did not expect to get screwed over by him. Maybe I just wanted to protect your emo ass from carrying around another burden, my bad." He raised his hads in surrendering gesture. Dean had had enough of his brother's attitude. For once he didn't want to care about anyone but his own feelings. Screw this, he thought. He had already given John a piece of his mind, why not let Sam have it too then? "But since we're already playing this blame-game, I would like to add my two cents here too. You know all this time, I was trying to be the responsible older brother who doesn't hold grudges with his baby brother, pretending everything was fine between us, hunting ghosts just like old times. But do you wanna hear what I really feel? I feel betrayed Sammy, that's what! You didn't just walk out on Dad that night, you walked out on me too, and that shit hurt! It was so frigging easy for you to turn a blind eye on me after everything that I've ever done for your ungrateful ass! The truth is that you're so much like the very man you hate so much. You and Dad, both of you are selfish bastards who don't give a shit about their family! All you guys care about is your own frigging obsessions. I've had it up to here," said Dean gesturing above his head. "trying to keep you guys together. Now I'm done!" He said with omnious finality in his tone. "Now let's just get this job done with, so you can go back to your college life and forget about my existence once again."

Sam was taken aback, as if slapped. He had never heard so much venom in his brother's voice. He admitted, he had never even stopped to consider Dean's feelings in the equation when he had left home, but in all honesty, he had always assumed Dean would understand. Maybe Dean was right. He was a selfish bastard just like Dad.

Dean turned away from his brother, his throat was still raw with pent up emotions. He was having a hard time keeping his tears at bay. He knew very well that all this anger was just a defence mechanism to keep him going. And keep going, he will. He knew very well that the major culprit in this whole situation was that demon, if it weren't for that thing, they would still have been a happy family. Dean was broken out of his thoughts when he heard John show up in front of his car witha haunted expression on his face.

"Boys, Caleb called, Jim Murphy is dead." John said as a matter of fact.

"Pastor Jim?" asked Sam in a choked voice.

"How?" asked Dean. This cannot be happening.

"Throat was slashed. He bled out. Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place."

"The Demon?" asked Dean, wondering how many people that sonofabitch is gonna take away from him before they get a chance to stop him for good

"I don't know. Could be. He just got... He got careless, he slipped up." said John looking away, trying to get a grip on his emotions.

"Maybe the Demon knows we're getting close." Sam guessed.

"What do you want us to do?" asked Dean, ready to kick some demonic-ass.

"Now we act like every second counts." John started shooting orders, his game face back on. "There's two hospitals and a health center in this County. We split up, we cover more ground. I want records. I want a list of every infant who's gonna be six months old in the next week. "

"Dad, that can be dozens of kids. How the hell are we gonna know which one's the right one?" Sam complained.

"We check them all. That's how. You got any better ideas?"

"No, sir."

"Dad?" asked Dean, tentatively. He was still pissed at him, yet he couldn't turn his back on him especially when he was hurting. Jim was practically family.

"Yeah." John turned yo face Dean, with empty eyes. "It's Jim. You know, I can't... " John trailed off unable to go on. "This ends, now. I'm ending it. I don't care what it takes." he said with with a renewed severity in his voice.

"Now we're talking." added Dean to himself.

AN: The summary sucked, but I didn't know what to write without sounding boring. I know there are a lot of Sisfics out there, but have a little faith. This is going to be one hell of a ride. Since you all know the storyline, its going to get real angsty before it gets humourous. I'll try to update ASAP. Please review. ;)