AN: I own nothing, just the OC, typos, and what ever you don't recognize. Adam is in this story because he is a Winchester damn it!

John Winchester was outside the Martians' house hold. It was too quiet for 7 o'clock on a December night. He walked up to the door and knocked a few times. No answer; John decided to kick the door open. He walked in the middle of the room to come to complete horror.

There must have been a birthday party going on because there were popped balloons on the floor. Over by a table was a cake that was covered in blood. The banner above the back door read "Happy Birthday Vanessa & Veronica!" There were ten bodies in the room that were on that floor in the pool of blood.

John saw a woman with black hair in the middle of the room with her throat slit. Her big brown eyes were wide open with nothing but terror that captured her last few moments. He looked off to the side to see two young girls lying on the floor. They were twin, must have been six years old.

John walked over to them. One of the girls was lying on top of the other in a protective way. She had on a light pink, blood stained dress. John reached down and turned the girl over. Her face, which resembled the mother's, was drenched in blood and tears. She was awake, looking up at John. He looked at the girl next to her, but only to regret it. The girl's chest was stabbed, horribly and the blood soaked her once yellow dress.

John picked up the girl that was still breathing, "He just killed them…" the girl whimpered out.

"Who did?" John asked as he tried smearing the blood off her face.

"The man with yellow eyes…"


John walked in the motel room with the little girl asleep on his chest. He didn't care that the blood was getting all over his cloths. He set her on the bed where ten year old Sammy was sleeping. Adam was fast asleep on the other bed. Little buddy was three years old.

Thirteen year old Dean walked out of the bathroom only to find his dad in the middle of taking off the girl's black buckled shoes.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Dean yelled. John shushed him, "Do you want to wake up your brothers?" John whispered.

Dean stood there still trying to understand what the hell was going on.

"Get me a damp towel," John ordered. Dean quickly did as his father asked and ran over to his father's side.

Dean looked down as he saw the girls face get clean. The blood that went into the towel helped reveal her tanned face.

"Who is she?" Dean asked finally breaking the silence.

"Vanessa Martian, her family is dead." John just blankly said it.

Dean felt sudden a knot in his stomach for this girl, "What are we going to do with her?"

John didn't answer right away, but when he did it took Dean by surprised, "We take her in."

"What?"

"Do you want to leave her by herself? Who knows if this thing will come back for her to finish the job?" John was almost done cleaning off her face. He only knew the girl a few short hours and already wanted to adopt her. As soon as his father said he wanted to protect Vanessa, she gained a brother instantly.

Vanessa woke up to two boys staring at her. One with a big smile on his face, but every three year old had that look. The other had a face of being confused that belonged to a boy with brown sloppy hair.

Vanessa didn't throw punches or start yelling like she would normally do. She was considered the more aggressive twin. Instead she just sat there blank faced. John walked in with bags of burgers and fries.

"I see you've met Sammy and Addy," John put the food on the table. Dean walked out from the bathroom and went to sit at the table, "Did you get any pie?"

"No. This here is Dean."

"Why didn't you get pie?" He complained. John ignored his son, "Boys go eat."

Sam picked up Adam and went over to the table. He pulled out their food setting up Adam's first. He was still looking at Vanessa. John sat on the bed next to her.

"Are you hungry? I didn't know what you liked."

Emma shook her head and wrapped her arms around her knees.

"Maybe if you got pie she'd eat it," Dean tried to make Vanessa laugh, but nothing happened. All he got was a "Shut up" look from his dad and Sammy.

"It's going to be okay. I won't let that monster hurt you. You're safe here," John squeezed her shoulder in comfort. He got up and started to pack up to leave the town.

Adam got off his chair with his fries and climbed on the bed, "Want some fries?" He offered with a smile. His big blue eyes were looking at Vanessa. Her own started to get watery and took Adam in for a hug. Sam looked at them from the table. Dean leaned over and whispered into his ear,

"I hope you enjoy having a sister…"


Vanessa was in the bathroom combing her hair out. She was now eight years old and already acting like a brat. Dean was banging on the door.

"Let me in, Nessy! I need to use the toilet! I had bad tacos!"

"Sucks for you!" she giggled.

"Vanessa!" He only called her by her full name when he meant business.

"Almost done!" She opened the door to find a very pissed off Dean waiting there. He grabbed her by her shoulder and gently dragged her out of the bathroom and shut the door as soon as she was out. Vanessa walked over to Adam and Sam who were watching TV. "The Thing" from 1982 was on. It was another weekend at Bobby's. John was out hunting.

She sat in between them on the couch. Adam cuddled against her as soon she got comfortable. Vanessa wrapped her arm around him and started to pet his head. Bobby walked in the room cleaning his dirty hands in a rag.

"This movie is still on?" No one answered him because they were all in to the movie.

"I'm ordering pizza if that's okay. I don't feel like cooking."

"Sounds great," Sam said lightly, to focus on the TV.

"Bah!" Bobby turned and left the room. Vanessa smiled. She looked down at Adam and saw dirt on his face. She then looked all over him and saw he had dirt on his arms, "Adam why are you covered in dirt?"

"I was trying to make a sand castle," he said innocently.

"Adam, there's no sand around here."

"I know, that's why I used dirt."

"You need to take a bath." Adam looked up at her horrified, "No I don't!" Sammy smirked as her listened to his little brother try and get out of bath time. Vanessa always won, but Adam has come close a few times.

"Come on, Adam. You need to get clean."

"Never!" Adam got up and ran into the kitchen leaving Vanessa on the couch with Sam.

"Can you help me out?" she asked him. Sam smiled, "I don't know. Addy always splashes us."

"Do you want to have a smelly boy in the room when we go to sleep tonight?" she had a point. Sam and Vanessa got up and went after Adam. They found him hiding behind Bobby who was at the counter looking in at the phonebook.

"Uncle Bobby, help me! They want to give me a bath!" Adam was clutching onto his leg.

"Boy, go get cleaned up! I don't want to smell your stink when I'm eating."

Adam gave a pouty face when Vanessa poured water on his head. Since Vanessa has been a part of the Winchesters' life, she's grown very protective of Adam. She would always offer to take him a bath, feed him, and read him to sleep, anything that a big sister would do. Sam and Dean would get a little jealous seeing how Adam always preferred her over them.

That's how it goes though. John and Bobby were protective over the four of them, as Dean was of the three young ones. Sam became protective of Vanessa and Adam, and Vanessa of the baby Winchester. It was one great chain. Sam got the soap and started to clean Adam's back.

"I hate baths," Adam complained. Vanessa smiled, "its okay, they love you," she gently splashed him.

"So do you know what we're doing for you-know-who's birthday," Sam nudged his head in Adam's direction. In one week it was going to be his sixth birthday, but no sign of John. He'd most likely show up the day of.

"No one's told me anything," Vanessa got a toy boat and gave it to Adam. He picked it up and dropped it in the water making some splash on Sam.

"Well I guess we'll have to wait until Dad gets back," Sam poured more water on Adam. Vanessa got a towel ready as Sam picked up Adam.

"I wish he could be here for one of our birthdays this year," Sam continued.

"He wants to be hear but he's busy, Sam. He's out there saving people."

"I know, but he can't do that to Adam." Vanessa wrapped the towel around Adam. She was hugging him close to her. Sam always felt that it didn't matter if he missed his birthday or anyone else's, just not Adam. Adam was too little to understand why his dad wasn't there for him.

"He'll try, Sam. He will." A knock on the door was heard. Dean was there with a smirk on his face.

"I see they got you all cleaned up," Adam gave Dean a face that held the five year olds wrath. Dean just smiled, "Pizza's here."

Vanessa grabbed two plates. She took two slices of cheese pizza and placed them on both plates. She found a seat next to Adam on the table and gave him a plate. He instantly had his face covered in sauce. Seriously? He just took a bath. Sam took the seat across from Vanessa as she started to eat.

Dean sat next to Sam and Bobby sat at the head of the table. Nothing interesting happened. It was just another dinner at Bobby's. Dean would give everyone a hard time, being the older brother he is, Sam and Vanessa would exchange options on school, and Vanessa would help Adam eat his food. The little guy always liked to play with his dinner, so Vanessa did her best to keep his area clean. Five year olds always turn a simple dish like pizza into a huge mess.

Later during the night, when it was time for bed, Vanessa tucked in Adam and sat next to him getting ready to start telling him a story; his choice of course.

"I want to hear about Sleeping Beauty," Adam made a sleepy smile.

"What a girl!" Dean groaned from his bed. Vanessa scowled at Dean; he simply gave a playful smile. Vanessa told her story until Adam was off in dreamland.

Vanessa lay in her bed not being able to sleep. She still dreams about that night. It creeps into her dreams making her relive the events. She would be with her sister playing Mary Mack as all the adults were surrounding them. Then a man would walk right into the house locking the door as he had a long knife in his hand.

Vanessa can hear one of the guests scream at his appearance. She can remember the look on his face, that smile that was made out of pure evil. And those pale yellow eyes…

Sam could hear the girl in the next bed struggling with her nightmare. They would be light whimpers of "no" or "help", but a more haunting one was "Mommy". Little Sammy got up from his bed and walked over to Vanessa's. He climbed on the bed and laid down right next to her startling her awake.

"It's me, you're okay," Sam whispered in a soothing voice. They've been through this many times before; in the beginning she would scream herself awake and then cry back to sleep. Vanessa curled into him, shaking as he just hugged her until they both drifted off.

AN: Thanks for reading