Dean 24

Sam 20

Danielle 12

Plot: Danielle calls Dean for help while Sam is away at college. Danielle was with John, when he goes missing.

Background: Instead of Mary being killed by the Yellow eyed demon when Sam was Six months old, there was still an attempt but nothing more than smoke inhalation got the Winchesters down. The family still got into the hunting business along with Mary, but it still causes Sam and Dean to become the people they are today. Here is the catch John and Mary have a daughter named Danielle, and after that the Yellow Eyed Demon makes a surprise return for Mary and succeeds in killing her the second time. This is going to take place while Sam is at Stanford.

A/N: This is my first story so please review! They are so appericated. I will do my best to upload something new at least once a week, maybe more once we hit summertime. But don't forget to review. Thanks! Also thanks to my wonderful betas, I don't know where I would be without them.

"Dean, help me".

Those three words made his heart stop, the bar suddenly silenced around him as if none of it existed anymore. He quickly set the beer he was about to drink down on the table next to his untouched cheeseburger. He rushed to the door and out to his beloved Impala, with keys already in hand.

He would never forget that voice as long as he lived, he hadn't heard it in months, not since his dad left and took his baby sister with him. Maybe she wasn't his baby sister anymore, but she was still pretty darn close, she was only 12 years old and was wise beyond her years, much like him.

Danielle never showed weakness if she could help it, and she rarely let anyone know what was going on with her, except her big brother, Dean. Even though 12 years separated the two they were so alike it was like they were the same person. So when Dean heard her say those three words he could feel every emotion flow through his cell phone.

Desperation. Hurt. Scaredness. Confusion.

"Dani, what's wrong? I'm on my way right now, where are you?"

"Dean, I'm scared and I don't know what's going on or where I am." While saying words her voice broke allowing him to hear her soft whimpering though the phone.

"Just take a deep breath for me, I am in the Impala right now, but I need to know where you and Dad are now, so I can come and help you." Dean could not even image what had happened to his sister that caused her to crack like this.

"I don't know what is going on," he could hear her start to take deeper breaths finally gaining her bearings. "The last thing I remember is Dad talking about leaving in the morning for a new job, and then I woke up this morning handcuffed to the bed, and Dad was gone."

"Dani, do you see any hotel stationary, or a phone book by you? Also how did you manage to get out of the handcuffs?" He said trying to get her to relax and to really look around for some idea as to where she was. But regardless, he knew he wouldn't slow down until his sister was safe in his arms.

"I… Just a second I think I see something under the bed side table." There was silence for a moment before he heard her breathing into the phone again. " I found the phone book it says that I'm in Los Angeles, and the pad of paper of paper here says that I'm staying at the Oceanside Inn. As for how did I get out of my handcuffs? Did you think Sammy would leave without teaching me how to pick a lock?"

Dean had to chuckle at that. Even though his brother had been gone at Stanford for a while and hadn't called anyone since he got there, he knew that Sam would never leave his kid sister that he adored, without knowing she would be able to protect herself. That brought Dean back to thinking of that night two years ago when their father had kicked his younger brother out. That was a night that he knew he would never forget.

"Samuel Winchester if you walk out that door you are never to come back you hear me? " John's bellow filled the silent night.

When the fight had started a couple of hours earlier Dean had taken his sister and ran, so she would not have to hear this argument. Sadly though by this time there wasn't much that she hadn't heard screamed between the two most stubborn, bullheaded people they knew, their brother Sam and Dad.

Dean had taken her out for pizza to get her mind off of the argument that was taking place at their motel room at the very moment. He guessed it had worked for her because she was jabbering about something he honestly couldn't even remember, because he was too busy thinking about what he would find when they returned to the motel room.

But Dean and Dani came back too soon, and that was when they heard the threat, ring out across the parking lot. Dean froze when he heard it. Dean felt a small hand slip into his, almost instantly. Looking down he saw a pair of dewy eyes looking to him for comfort. Seconds later, they heard a chair fall over and a door slam open and out came Sam with his duffle bag packed. Without so much as a backward glance at his brother and sister, Sam ran from the parking lot.

It was after that his little sister, trapped her feelings and didn't share with anyone what was going through her mind and she became as tough as the other Winchesters.

"Dean? Are you coming?" Dani whispered into the phone line again.

Coming back from his flashback, "Yeah, Dani I'm coming as fast as I can! But I'm still in Arizona, I just got on the interstate, it will take me a couple of hours to get there, but I'm coming as fast as I can."

Worry began to seep into his mind because he noticed that when Dani was talking now it seemed like more effort was being put into making coherent sentences.

"Dean, please come fast, I'm holding on as hard as I can but I can't last forever."

"Dani, don't worry I will be there as fast as I can. Just hold on for me. But don't fall asleep, why don't you start walking around the room to see if you can find anything that might help us figure out what happened? I will be there in a couple of hours, ok?"

He didn't want her to fall asleep without someone to look over her injuries first (knowing Dani she went down with a fight, so he suspected that she probably had a concussion and cuts and bruises all over).

"Ok, Dean. I will look around for clues until you get here ok? But please hurry." Dani said hesitantly into the phone line.

Click. She had hung up, now leaving Dean to do the same.

Now he was lost to his own thoughts on a drive to save Dani. That got Dean to thinking where could his Dad be? How could he leave his youngest child abandoned in an empty motel room? Dean knew the will of John Winchester, and he out of everyone knew best that, if John put his mind to something he could accomplish anything. Just thinking about this made Dean, angry inside because he knew that although he himself was only 24 years old, if his father had just left Dani with him none of this would have happened to her.

"Jesus, Dean would you just give up already? Danielle will come with me when I leave tomorrow morning. I am her father and she will be better off with me taking care of her."

"Better off? Really that's what you think? You never help her with her homework, you don't call her Dani, you call her Danielle which she doesn't even like to be called for Christ Sake! All you do is drill her with Latin and physical training. Sometimes I think your worse on her then you ever were to either me or Sam."

"Dean! Dad!" Dani yelled at the two grown men fighting in front of her. Neither one appeared to have heard her. She gave up and sat down, deciding that she would do whatever they told her to do, knowing she would get a headache from all the fighting back and forth that would happen in the near future over her fate.

"Dad, I help her with all of her homework, I care about what she wants, and I would take care of her better than you ever would, and you know it. So leave her here with me." Dean said in a calm voice.

That comment earned him a sucker punch to the nose, causing the sound of breaking cartilage to fill the room, and Dean to bend over in pain as blood began to fill his hands and drip to the floor.

"Danielle, pack your things there has been a change to plans. We are leaving tonight, instead of the morning." John said this as he walked around the room, tossing weapons, clothes and other necessities into his duffle as he passed by her. Since Danielle knew what was coming she had already packed all of her things except her toothbrush, which she quickly grabbed from the bathroom. As soon as that was in her bag, she walked past John, who was still gathering supplies from around the room, and walked straight to Dean who was standing in the same spot trying to stop the steady flow of blood from his obviously broken nose, which was already turning a nasty shade of blue.

"Dean, I'm sorry this is happening. I would rather stay here and be with you, you know that don't you?" Dani said to Dean.

Dean nodded his head in reply.

"I will call you whenever I get the chance ok? Don't worry about me, I will find a way back to you one way or another." With that she pulled her brother into a quick hug, but was quickly pulled away by her father who already had her bag, his bag and the weapons bag in his hand.

"Danielle, come on we are leaving now. NOW MOVE SOLIDER!" John shouted in his drill sergeant voice, when he saw that Danielle was hesitating, knowing that none of the younger Winchesters had ever disagreed with it.

"Bye Dean. I'm gonna miss you." She whispered as she pulled herself from her protective older brother and out to the waiting truck. With a single tear running down her face.

"I'm gonna miss you to bud." Dean whispered to the empty room around him.

Dean came back from the flashback. He found he was only a couple of miles away from Los Angeles. Deciding that he should probably call Dani back and find out where she was, he then realized he didn't have her number. So he pulled over to the nearest diner he could find, and asked for directions to the Oceanside Inn. The waitress at the counter politely told him that the motel was four blocks over to the east. Dean thanked her and left in a hurry, walking straight to the door without so much as a sideways glance. If he had looked up he would have seen Sam and Jess enjoying a nice meal out on the town, after a long day of shopping in the big city. Dean was out to the Impala in record time, and raced over to the motel, but not before hitting every red light possible in the small area. When the big neon sign finally came into sight he pulled into the parking lot looking for his father's big truck, but it was nowhere to be found. So he ran into the office looking for the manager of the motel. That is where he found the night manager sleeping at the front desk; Dean shook him awake and asked…

"Sir, do you remember checking in a man about 6'3" with a big grizzly beard and hair, he would have been older. He would have also had a little girl with him. She would be about 12 years old with chest length sandy blond hair? I'm looking for them and I can't remember which room they are in?"

The manager gave him a look of disgust, for having woke him up from a nice nap. He looked through his register anyway.

"Yes, they are in room 13. And tell them to keep the noise to a minimum next time. The racket they made yesterday was truly unbearable. All that banging and shouting, it was a wonder anyone else could sleep around here." The disgruntled manager complained, clearly wanting to go back to sleep.

With a slight hand wave on his way out the door, Dean left the office and ran to room 13. Really? Why does it have to be room thirteen, could anything else go wrong? When Dean reached the door, he found it slightly ajar. When he pushed the door open what he found inside left him breathless.