a/n: Khuru, Ohio is not a real place; because I know nothing about any places anywhere and I am way to lazy to do any research, I made up Khuru, Ohio. Actually, Khuru was the name of a slave from a document that I read in my Ancient History class - but it makes a cool town name.

story-description: The Winchester's; John, Dean and Sam had found a hunt in Khuru, Ohio, a shapeshifter to be more pacific. Dean had been 18 then and Sam only 14 when John took them on the hunt. The shapeshifter had taken 13 year-old Jasmine Rhodes' appetence and commenced going on a killing spree of her friends and family. Sam was still to young to really participate in the hunt, so only Dean and John tracked the shapeshifter. The only twist with this hunt was that Jasmine's father killed the shapeshifter that looked like his daughter but had no idea of the truth. So Dean and John searched for the missing Jasmine, finding the 13 year-old in the sewer system tied up - she had been there for at least two months, only alive because the shifter needed her to be to access her memories. There was no way that the Winchester's would be able to return her, after everything that had happened. So John made the big decision of taking Jasmine into there little family and had been with them for six years now. Jasmine and Dean had always been closer than her and Sam because she was more like Dean even though she and Sam were closer in age. Sam, Sam complained allot, though never in front of Jasmine. John and Dean taught her how to hunt and boy was she good. It had been the four of them, then the three of them when Sam ran away to Harvard, and now it was just the two of them now that John had left them to their own devices.

John Winchester: Early 30's (34)

Dean Winchester: 18 years-old

Sam Winchester: 14 years-old

Jasmine Rhodes: 13 years-old.

Puzzle Piece

Prologue: "FINDHER'S KEEPHER'S"

Dean used the hand that held the flashlight to support the hand that held his gun, as he searched the dark corners of the sewer; waiting for John to come down the ladder. It took a while, but they finally tracked down the shapeshifters home base; some where down in this section of the sewers. When John finally came down the final rings of the ladder; they started to make their way through the slimy tunnels.

They were both silent as they worked their way through; Dean shining his beam of light along the ground. The nineteen year-old paused for a second as his light flashed off of something glossy. Dean wouldn't have really had paused because everything in the sewer was glossy aka slimy. But as Dean paused so did John and they both pointed their lights in the same direction. Dean gagged as he took in to pile of slime, shredded skin, hair and teeth.

"This is definitely it," John told his eldest son.

Dean just nodded as they continued on; they still had their guns raised even though they knew that the shifter was dead. Because as it turned out, the father of the girl who the shifter had impersonated, killed the shifter - while it was in his daughters appearance. It was just luck that the father had silver bullets in the gun. Dean shook his head; he couldn't believe that a father could kill his daughter like that - even if it wasn't really her but he didn't know that.

"Dad?" Dean called to his father up front.

"What is it, Dean?" John glanced back at him, but continued forward.

Dean paused for a second, but steeled himself before he lost his nerve. "Would you do what that guy did?"

"What?" John said, distracted.

"If me - or even Sammy, killed a whole bunch of people and then came after you, would you kill us?" Dean stopped as he said this, his gun slightly lowered. He shuddered at the very thought.

John froze in his tracks and slowly turned around to Dean. "Where is this coming from?"

"What that guy did-" Dean started, but John silenced him with a slice of his hand.

"I am not that guy, Dean." John told him, his voice hard. "I know you and I know Sam. I know that you would never go out and start killing and then come after me. And even if you did, I'd know it wasn't really you, just like it wasn't the real Jasmine Rhodes who killed those people."

"But her dad didn't know that, he killed his thirteen year-old daughter; thirteen years-old, dad!" Dean shook his head, his voice going rough with emotion.

"It wasn't her, Dean." John told him in a soothing manner, giving his sons shoulder a squeeze.

"But he didn't know that!" Dean shouted, his loud voice bounced of the curved walls and down the tunnel.

As the echo died away, everything was silent apart from Dean heavy breathing.

"-llo?"

"Did you hear that?" Dean asked, cocking his head in the direction he was sure he heard the noise come from. John opened his mouth but Dean shock his head, keeping the man from speaking. After a second, it came again.

"-body there?"

"This way!" Dean didn't even wait before he took off, rounding the corner.

"Dean!" John shouted after his son but didn't any other choice but to fallow.

Dean could hear John behind but only paid attention to the voice that was growing more clear and the closer he got the more he was able to tell. Like the very first thing he could was that it was a girls voice, small and hesitant - he could understand why; for all she knew, he was the shifter coming back from killing her father.

"Whoever is there, you shouldn't be here; it'll kill you too."

Dean couldn't believe that she was warning him away; even at the cost of her own life. The killing had started some two weeks ago and she had been down here that long with that thing. All the while it took her appearance and killed all of her friends, than saved the kid's father for last. And he still couldn't believe that Jasmine's dad would kill her. Dean had seen her photo and he could tell that she was probably just as sensitive and as intelligent as Sam and definitely no killer.

Dean finally slowed down as he neared a light source and knew he was close; having passed multiple other piles of shredded appearances. He held up his gun as he turned the last corner and took in the dead-end in seconds with his sharp emerald gaze.

The shapeshifter had chosen a dead-end in the sewer system; and the only word Dean had for it was, Nest. it had made this place it home of sorts; there were lit candles every-where, bathing the end-tunnel in a flickering blaze. The was a table with books, text's and photo's - research, Dean's mind supplied. Because Jasmine Rhodes wasn't just anyone's daughter, but the police chief of Khuru's daughter. The shifter wanted to do damage and it did. There was also a box that looked to be filled with uniforms and girls clothes. In the corner was a thin, dirty mattress. And on that mattress was thirteen year-old Jasmine Rhodes; with her hand bound tightly behind her back and secure to was looked like a ring that was attached to the floor.

She had on what looked like a pair of pajamas; a large t-shirt and track pants, her feet were bare and her brown long hair down and it was just a mess. Her skin was ghostly pale and caked with dirt and grime; like the sort of stuff that was on the tunnels walls, but on her skin and clothes and in her long hair. Her hazel brown eyes were big but it looked like she was trying to keep them open, but Dean could tell from the bruises under her eyes that she had been fighting it for quite some time.

And that was when the smell hit him; it was the smell of a normal dank sewer, but he could also smell newly staled urine, sweat, and what ever a little girl who hadn't showered for two weeks smelled like. Dean stared at her and she just stared right back. Dean tucked his gun in the back of his jeans as he moved towards Jasmine and pulled out his switched blade. He crouched behind her and started to saw the rope.

"You shouldn't have come here," Jasmine whispered to Dean. "It's too dangerous."

"It's dead," Dean reassured her; finally through with the rope that was attached to the ring on the floor, he started carefully on the rope binding her delicate hands.

"I know, but there still could be more," Jasmine reminded him.

Dean paused for a second as he heard this before he continued to saw. "How could you know?" he asked as he cut through the final strands.

Jasmine took her hands into her lap, wiggling her fingers to get the blood flowing before she turned to Dean. She looked Dean straight in the eye and said simply, "I felt it,"

Dean stood, cocked his head and furrowed his brows. "You felt it," he repeated unbelievingly as he stood.

Jasmine went to stand up too, but Dean picked her up princess style before she could. "I can walk myself, what-ever-your-name-is." she deadpanned. But they both knew that she had been down here for two week with next to none food.

"Dean," he told her. "But can't you just let me look like Prince Charming, would you?"

"Fine," Jasmine agreed reluctantly, though Dean could see she was trying not to smile as she snuggled closer to him. "I'm Jasmine, by the way." she informed him just in case.

Dean gave a chuckle as he started toward the exit; just as John appeared, slightly out of breath. He looked at Dean with Jasmine in his arms and gave his son an approving smile. "Take her to the car, Dean; I'll get rid of this stuff."

Dean gave him a nod and started to make he way back through the tunnels with a very exhausted Jasmine. Dean didn't know when but he started to hum some AC/DC under his breath, and to Jasmine, that was like a lullaby. Her tired eyes slipped closed and her head fell against Dean's shoulder; lulled to sleep by Dean throaty hum and the safeness she felt when in his arms.

Though he had to wake Jasmine up when they came to the ladder; Dean finally got her to the awaiting Impala. Gently, he put her in the back seat, only climbing in beside her as he turned the Impala on, along with the heat and the radio, wrapping a blanket around her. Before he put his own arm around her shoulder and pulled her close; she didn't pull away and pressed close, her head laid over his heart - she promptly fell asleep.

Finally, John emerged from the manhole and got into the drivers seat of the Impala; pulling away from the curb.

"Dad," Dean said almost instantly. "What are we gonna do?"

John glanced at Dean through the rearview mirror before glancing at the sleeping pre-teen in his arms. "The only thing we can do," he told Dean. "We take her with us."

"Are you sure we can do that?" Dean asked. "I know that we can't leave her here; she is "dead" after all, but when you say to take her with us - do you mean were gonna teach her how to hunt?"

"What else can we do Dean?" John asked. "I know she's only thirteen, bit if we just drop her off some where and she talks about what happened to her; their gonna stick her in the bin."

"Okay," Dean agreed. "But what if she doesn't want to say with us?"

John thought for a moment. "Than we'll just have to find her some place that isn't Khuru and she has to promise not to talk about what happened - at least if she stays with us, she can talk about it and learn how defend herself against something like this from happening to her again."

"What about Sammy?" Dean asked; rubbing Jasmine's arm soothingly when she shifted in her sleep.

John let out a long sigh and was silent for what felt to Dean was a very long moment before he finally answered; though this time, he didn't sound so sure of himself. And Dean had to agree; sure, Sammy was awesome in his own way - very smart, curious, and it made Dean happy when he laughed, smiled, and could make friends easily. But the thing about Sam was the fact that, Sam had allot of anger inside. That was the very reason that he and John fought over the stupidest things. In short - Sam was a very hot head.

"It might be good for Sam to be around someone his own age; especially when he's stuck in the motel room all day when we're hunting or when he's at school. Or he's going to be a total hot head and either yell allot or complain. But I think it would be good to have a girl round; don't you, Dean?"

Dean looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms and agreed readily. The instant he and Jasmine had made eye contact he knew; he didn't know how he knew, he just knew. Dean didn't know what it was that he knew that it was right that she was with them - even if it meant that what had happened to her had happened. And that was the instant he heard her unique snort-snore. He looked up and locked eyes with his father through the rearview mirror, a huge grin on his face. Even if Sam didn't like her, Dean knew in that second, he would love this girl till the day he died - if not longer.

note: I hoped you liked it!