*All characters except Danica are the intellectual property of the makers of Supernatural. Danica is the intellectual property of me.*

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Dean's head shot up as Sam pulled his phone out of his coat pocket. Sam glanced at the number but had no idea who could be calling him. He paused a moment before deciding to answer the call anyways.

"Hello?"

"Is this Sam Winchester?"

"Uh yes. Who is this?"

"I need your help. I was told to call you when I needed help. I'm at, um, actually I have no idea where I am."

"Who told you to call me?"

"Some guy in a trench coat. Please Sam, I don't know who else to call." The pain in her voice made Sam cringe, making his mind up to help this complete stranger.

"Okay, what's around you?"

"Um….I'm in a park. There is a…. um, I don't know actually". Sam covered the mouth piece of the phone and turned towards Dean.

"Track this call, we need to see if we can find her, not that I have any idea who she is. It sounds like she's lost her memory." Sam nodded towards the phone that was in his hands.

"Her who?" Dean was opening the laptop as his face contorted into a confused expression.

"She won't tell me Dean. Just do it." He turned back to the phone conversation. " Dean's looking now. Just stay on the line until I tell you that we've found you." Sam went silent and began to tap his fingers against the table. Dean was furiously typing at the laptop.

"Got it!" Dean slammed his hand into the table and Sam jumped in his seat. "She's in Texas, um, Abbott." said Dean with a look of clear satisfaction on his face.

"Okay." Turning back to the phone Sam grabbed a pen. "What should I call you?"

"Danny. You can call me Danny"

"Well Danny, Dean has found your location. We will be there as soon as we can."

"Okay, please hurry".

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I hung up the phone and sat back down on the bench. I began looking around at the people who went about their daily business. There were families and groups of young people; they appeared to be happy in their ignorance. I took a deep breath and got up. My stomach was rumbling and I knew that I needed to find somewhere to eat and sleep until Sam and Dean got here.

I found a cheap hotel to hole up in for the night. I used a credit card that I had swiped from some ass-hat of a man, to buy food and pay for the room. I had to lie to the clerk and tell him the name on the card was my brother's. I pulled out my phone and plugged it into the wall, knowing it had to stay on for them to find me, as I lay back on the motel bed and closed my eyes, hoping and praying for a dreamless sleep.

I shot up off the bed and smacked my head on the lamp that was on the side table. Rubbing the spot on my forehead, I glanced around the room to see what had startled me awake, noticing that the phone was ringing. Reaching over I saw that it was Sam calling me and I answered.

"Hello?"

"Danny? It's Sam. We are in town, where are you?"

"I'm in the hotel on West Street. Room, um, 42."

"Be right there." I heard a click and Sam was gone. He was actually coming and I could barely breathe. I knew that they weren't going to take this very well, but I had no one else to turn to. So, I sat on the edge of the bed to wait.

Not even ten minutes had passed when there was a loud knock at the door. Taking a deep breath, I stood and went to answer it, preparing myself to meet them, I opened the door. There stood Sam and Dean Winchester in the flesh, guns drawn. I tried to speak but the words got stuck in my throat. Instead I just stepped back and let them into the room. Dean dropped his bag onto the table and began pulling items out as soon as he saw that I was alone. I froze in place and couldn't take my eyes off of Sam. Suddenly a hand grabbed my bicep and shoved me into a chair. I looked up and saw Dean as he ripped my shirt sleeve and dragged a silver dagger across my arm. I sighed and sat back knowing this had to happen if they were ever going to trust me.

Dean began to unscrew a flask and the overpowering smell of the liquid inside made me want to gag, but I knew better. I took a deep breath and braced myself, allowing all my muscles to relax. At the last second my instincts overwhelmed me and I shot into a standing position, bringing my left leg back onto the seat of the chair as my right leg shot out, kicking Dean's knees out from under him. Using the momentum I pulled my leg onto the top of the chair causing it to fall back, riding it to the ground. I land on my feet and quickly evaluate the situation. I know there is no way out, but I wasn't ready for holy water.

"What the hell!" Dean had landed on the table and was rubbing his ribs where he had connected with the wood. Sam had a gun pointed at me.

"Sorry, reflexes." I grimaced and prepared myself for the bullet but nothing came.

"Dean, calm down. Danny I think you have some explaining to do." Sam sat on the bed but kept the gun trained at my chest.

"Well, um, where to start. I'm your daughter." I shrugged my shoulders and slid my hands into my jean pockets.