New York. That was where the Winchester brothers were currently staying. In a run-down hotel, out in Brooklyn. They were having trouble finding a case, lately, so they were having some downtime. The two had been watching TV all day, one of them occasionally ordering food, or actually leaving the hotel to get some.

"Well, this is boring." Dean muttered, stretching his arms above his head.

"You said that already." Sam replied, digging a fork into some sad excuse for a meal. Hey, it was cheap, and they needed to be cheap, with the little money they had earned from a good nights gambeling at some Nevada Casino.

A knock on their hotel room door, instantly made them alert. Dean reached for a knife.

"Dean... The Hell, man? It's probably just room-service."

"My ass. Probably something that needs a good stabbing." Dean muttered, getting up from his spot on the saggy brown couch.

Sam turned his head, watching as his brother headed for the door. Dean looked through the peep-hole, then raised an eyebrow, and looked at Sam.

"It's a girl.. Like.. A teenager."

"Wow. I didn't know those existed anymore." Sam replied, rolling his eyes.

"Dude.. You don't think it's slightley messed up..? No one knows where we are, and there's a random girl, standing outside our hotel-room? And don't even start by telling me she knocked on our door as a coincidence." Dean said.

Sam shrugged. "Not everything innocent-looking wants to chop us up into tiny pieces, and put us in a brew, Dean."

Dean threw his younger brother a look, then slowly opened the door. "Can.. I help you?" He asked.

The girl looked at him... "Are you Dean or Sam Winchester?"

"Dean. Who are you?"

"Uhm.. Probably not something I should announce in the hallway of a very crowded hotel." The girl murmured. "Can I come in?" She asked.

Dean stared at her. He had two theories going on in his head. 1, being that she was going to try and murder both of them, and that he was going to have to go all Superhero, and kick her ass. Or, 2, that she needed help with something Demon-like that was after her.

Dean sighed, and let her in.

"Is Sam here?" She asked.

Sam got off the couch, and looked at her. "I'm Sam."

She looked at them. "I'm.. Vanessa... Uhm Winchester."

Sam looked at her. "Huh?"

"I'm your cousin." She breathed.

"We don't have any cousins... Who are you really?" Dean asked, holding the knife tightley.

"Look... Your aunt Caroline. She's my mom."

"Caroline never had any kids." Dean replied.

"Look... After your mom-.. You know... Caroline got scared and moved far away.. To Ireland. She had me years after the fire with your family. When I was 6 months old.. It happened to her, too... The fire." She breathed. "The man she was with... My father... He couldn't save her... But he got me out... But.. Something took him... I.. Grew up in an Orphanange, in Dublin. I've been looking for you guys... But.. It hasn't been safe or easy.. It took years to find out all the information I needed."

"How do you remember what happened to you if you were 6 months old?" Dean questioned her.

"I don't. I found out from the internet.."

Sam looked at her. "Do you have a birth certificate? Some proof of who you are?" He asked.

Vanessa handed him an ID, and her birth certificate. She knew she would have to be prepared to show them that her identity was real, and that she wasn't some random freak.

Sam looked it over, then told Dean to search her up on the internet. Vanessa stood there, anxiously. She looked like Sam... Her hair was dark brown, long and wavy.. And they had similiar eyes.

"I found it... She's telling the truth, Sammy." Dean muttered, shocked that this was happening.

"Does our Dad know about you?" Sam asked.

Vanessa nodded. "Yeah... I've been kept hidden... To keep me safe. To keep us all safe."

"Then why the Hell are you here?" Dean asked, coming back over to her.

"Because... I.. Have.. No one else. And.. I want to find it.. The demon. I want to help you hunt."

"Nope. No way. Out of the question. Not going to happen. You're gonna go back to Ireland, and we're gonna' pretend none of this ever happened." Dean muttered.

"No, Dean. She's... Family. We stick together. I say she stays." Sam said.

Dean looked at her. She really did look like Sam. He sighed. "Fine. But if she causes any trouble.. She's on the next flight back to Dublin." He muttered.

Sam resisted to roll his eyes at his brother, again, and instead looked at Vanessa. "How old are you?"

"I just turned 17." She told him.

Sam just looked at her for a moment, knowing how she felt. He also realised how pale and tired she looked. "Do you wanna' get some sleep?" He offered. Vanessa nodded, letting Sam lead her into the other little room. He moved his duffel bag off the bed. She layed down, on her side, and looked at him. "Sam.." She started.

"Hm?" He asked.

"I'm really happy I found you and Dean."

Sam sat beside her. "It's nice to know about you... I'm sure Dean will.. Uh, be a little nicer tomorrow."

"He's just keeping you both safe." She replied.

Sam nodded. "Yeah.. Well.. Now I have someone to keep safe." He smiled.

Vanessa smiled, her eyes closing, as she drifted off to sleep. Sam got up, and headed back into the other area of the room. Dean was sitting on the couch. Sam sat beside him.

"I don't know about this, Sam." Dean muttered, biting at his finger.

"She's family, Dean... Come on. She could be a huge help to us.. Plus.. I mean... Family sticks together... She should mean something to us. I know she matters to me..."

"Sam.." Dean shook his head. "We don't know her. You can't just get all sympathetic and family-jolly."

Sam bit his lip. "Dean.. Give her a chance."

"Fine. But if this turns out to be a huge disaster, I won't be afraid to say that I told you so." Dean replied.