First Bones cross over! I want to thank Tigercub93 for letting me use this idea! Big shout out for you! This is my take on how Brennan would be if she was related to the Winchesters. Just a little different. Reviews are welcome and very much appreciated! Any ideas you may have, just post them in the reviews! Let me know what you think about Bones character. I'm kinda dumbing it down. :)
Temperance Brennan is a name you might know. World famous anthropologist, and world-famous writer. But Temperance Brennan wasn't always a Brennan. No, she was Temperance Mary Winchester. She was adopted by Christine and Max Brennan at the age of fifteen when her dad put her in the foster system. He let her go, but ran off with her older brother, Dean, and younger brother, Sam. She asked her new parents to change her name, she didn't want to remember anything about her past life. Not the memories of her family, which she always kept a picture hidden away of them. Not the scars the monsters left on her body, and surely not the memory of her being led off by a social worker. No, Temperance Brennan did not want to remember anything.
~I'm Not Who You Think I am.~
"Bones! C'mon!" Temperance flinched. When Booth called her nickname, it sounded like Dean all over again calling out to her. She jerked her eyes up from the picture she held of her dad and brothers to see Booth standing in her office doorway. She quickly flipped the picture over and wiped at the tears in her eyes. "Please, don't call me Bones." She murmured as she stood up and threw a lab coat over her shoulders. "What do you need?" Temperance asked as she made her way over to the plat-form where a decomposing body lay on a table.
She quickly snapped on the latex gloves, then leaned over the table. "I was just wondering if you have the remains identified yet. I want to know who murdered this man." Booth said quietly as he studied her. He stood in her office doorway for at least five minutes and she didn't even notice her was there. She was lost in a memory, looking at an old photograph, tears running down her cheeks. "No, all we have that he was male, in his early to mid thirties, at least six feet, lacerations to the chest, legs, back, and throat. The bones show evidence of him being nawed on. Like a dog. Also, there's traces of sulfur in the wounds, and many broken bones, and fractures." She rattled off.
Temperance Brennan knew a supernatural case when it came to her. This was one of them. She could tell that this man was chewed on by Hell hounds before he was sent to hell. She gave a rueful smile. Booth wouldn't believe her if she were talking out loud, no. He would be in shock. Cause Temperance Brennan simply did not believe in this stuff. All a cover up, of course. Something caught her eye, and everyone around her faded into the background. His right arm had been broken at the age of twelve. She scanned down the body again. The left leg had been fractured at the age of at least ten. She gasped.
Temperance Brennan knew who was laying on her table. "Oh, my God!" She choked out as she stumbled back from the table, and into Booth. "What is it, Bones?" He asked as he flipped her around for him to stare into her eyes. "At the age of thirteen his right arm was broken by falling on it. At the age of ten, his left leg was fractured by him jumping out a window and landing on the sidewalk." She murmured, her eyes full of unshed tears. "So...?" Booth asked. He could not see why she was getting upset. She looked up at him.
"Brennan, I got the facial reconstruction done. I know who he is, he's a criminal. But see, he's been dead for at least seven months. This body has been dead for four months." Angela called out to her as she swiped her key card and came onto the platform. "I already identified him." Brennan said as she shed her latex gloves. This man was Dean Winchester. Her twin. Her older brother by five minutes. "How could you of done that with only a couple of broken bones?" Booth asked.
Brennan turned and caught Hodgins, Angela, and Booth's eyes on her. The truth would have to come out sometime. Why not be now? She asked herself. Taking a deep breath, she began. "I was running around a broken, old building, when I tripped. I fell over the railing. He-" She pointed to the body, refusing to give out his name yet. "grabbed me, and cushioned my blow. His right arm took most of our weight. The broken left leg-" A sob escaped, and she quickly slapped a hand over her mouth. "Something was chasing me, and he diverted it's attention, sending it after him. He ran until the only possible way out was jumping out a three-story window."
"Who is he to you, then?" Hodgins asked after her story, but Brennan wasn't listening. She walked over to the table and placed her hands on the sides. "Why, Dean? Who'd you sell your soul for? Sammy? I know you wouldn't sell it for some stupid reason. You deserved to go to heaven when your time was up." She let the tears fall freely down her cheeks. She felt a hand on her shoulder. "Who is he, Bones?" Booth asked gently.
A thought occurred to her. She ripped off her lab coat and made a running dash for the stairs. Ignoring the comments threw in her direction, she jumped off the second stair, and onto the floor. She could hear Booth following behind her, demanding to know where she was going. She knew Booth was going to follow her, she really wished he hadn't though. Jerking the keys out of her pocket, she ran for her car, and made it to the door and inside the car when Booth finally caught up to her. "Where are you going, Bones?" He asked breathlessly as he dropped into the passenger seat beside her.
"Home," She answered quietly.
~I'm Not Who You Think I am.~
Brennan had not given away why she was going home. It was dark outside, that came as a surprise to her. She had worked in the lab for almost twenty-four hours straight. When she got to her apartment, Booth followed behind her. "Stay by the door, I'll yell if I need you." She murmured, then re-enforced her command when she saw him start to move. "Please, Booth." She pleaded. Brennan headed into the dark apartment, arms resting by her sides, and the only light coming from the bathroom. She waited for Sam to cock a gun. She knew her brother better than anybody. She also knew why he was here. To get Dean back. She was by the entrance to the living room when cold metal was placed against her ear.
She quickly flipped on the hallway light. "Sammy, you don't have to point a gun at my head. You know better." She said without turning around. The gun was then moved away, and she spun around. Brennan took in her younger brother. He was taller than Dean now, with medium length brown hair, brown eyes, and dark circles under his eyes. He gave her a small smile. "Bones." He said quietly as he pulled her into his arms.
That is how Booth walked in on them. He at first didn't know who the tall man hugging Bones was, but when he raised his head, Booth saw it was no other than the famous Sam Winchester.