Jhon Winchester handed the little baby girl over to the doctor's and left, going to continue hunting for the demon that had killed his wife. He didn't want his little mistake to cause any problems for his plans on revenge and it was the safest thing for her anyways so he didn't think much of it. The only thing he had that proved that she existed was a small entry in a journal of his. It read: Today I found out that I have a daughter, but I can't deal with it. Not after Mary. I have to continue the hunt. The only thing I can say for the girl is that her name is Cameron Katerine and whatever last name she gets stuck with. I wish I could tell the boys about her, but I don't want to admit it to them.

"Well, that's what I'm trying to tell you. He's gone. Dad left Jericho." Dean Winchester told his brother over the payphone.

"What? How do you know?" Sam questioned in surprise.

"I've got his journal." Dean answered, his voice containing a hint of shock in it.

"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing." Sam commented also surprised though he would find in a moment that they were shocked for two completely different reasons.

It was a moment before Dean spoke again. "Yeah, well, he did this time."

"What's it say?" Sam queried.

Dean took a deep breath before he answered. "Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going. And..." He trailed off.

"And what, Dean?" Sam pressed in slight confusion.

"It says we have a sister." Dean answered. "Apparently her name is Cameron Katerine and he gave her away because he didn't want to admit to us that he had a daughter. That we had a sister."

Sam was quiet for a moment in shock. "What's the date that it was written?"

"1988." Dean answered. "So, she would be like sixteen or seventeen?"

"Yeah." Sam murmured. "Wow. Where are the coordinates to?"

"I'm not sure yet." Dean answered as they reverted back to the previous topic.

"I don't understand. I mean, what could be so important that Dad would just skip out in the middle of a job? Dean, what the hell is going on?" Sam asked, obviously depending on his brother to be able to help him understand.

"Sam?" Dean said softly when the sound of a loud screech sounded. "Sam!"

I flipped onto my back as I gave up on getting any sleep. The murders were really getting to me, espescially since I felt that I knew exactly why they were happening and worse I thought I knew who was doing it. I jolted up when I heard a loud crash from downstairs. Ryan was drunk again. Eventually he would come up here to get me. I shook my head and climbed out of bed grabbing some black jeans and pulling them on before pulling a black leather like hoody on over my black tanktop as I stepped into my white tennis shoes. I grabbed a duffel bag and started collecting the stuff I would need and shoving it into the bag before I yanked it closed and went over to open the window. I wasn't going to deal with this anymore. I wouldn't survive too much longer if I stayed here.

I threw my duffel bag out and onto the lawn before I climbed up onto the window sill and let myself drop, landing in a crouch. I scooped up the duffel bag and broke into a run, heading for Breckenridge Road to satisfy the overbearing feeling of having to go there for some reason.

I didn't stop running until I reached the road and I felt surprise when I saw a car parked in front of an old broken down house.

I felt dread fill me as I saw a women in the back of the car for a moment and then she was suddenly gone before she appeared in the front of the car. There was also a man in the car. He had short/long black hair and that was about all I could tell about him. The women looked familiar. I frowned as I saw her ove closer to the man and I realized why she looked familiar. It was Constance...but she was dead. She'd killed herself. I gasped and broke into a run towards the car, dropping the duffel bag I had. My long brown/black hair swung behind me.

"Constance!" I yelled and I her head snapped around to look at me as I stopped right behind the car. "Why are you doing this? Why are you killing people? It doesn't make sense."

I looked at the man as Constance disappeared again and the man looked back at me before he suddenly yelled in pain. I hurried around the side to where Constance had been and I saw that there were five holes that had been burned through the fabric of his shirt. It matched Constances fingers. I watched as she flickered in front of him, her hand going into his chest. I yanked the door open and climbed into the passenger seat, grabbing Constances hand and trying to pull it off of the unknown man. I jumped and instinctively curled up against the passenger's door as a gunshot rang out, it also startled Constance as it shattered the window.

"Get down!" The man who Constance had her hand in yelled at me. I followed his instructions and ducked below the seat as the man who had fired the gun continued to fire at Constance until she vanished.

I watched as the man in the drivers side managed to sit up and start the car. "I'm taking you home." I quickly climbed up so I was sitting in the seat as the man drove forward towards the house. I gasped in fear as he smashed into the side of the house. I gasped as I lurched forward and slammed into the dashboard before I fell back into the seat.

The man who had been shooting came running into the house and over to the driver's side. "Sam! Sam! You okay?"

"I think..." Sam said before he looked at me. "What about you?"

I stared at him in shock. "Are you insane?"

"Can you move?" The other man asked both of us.

"Yeah. Help me?" Sam asked. The other man reached through the window to help me and Sam out of the car. As soon as I was on my feet, I pulled away from him and turned when I saw Constance. She'd picked up a large framed photograph and looked at it.

"There you go." The man I didn't know the name of said as he helped Sam out of the car.

I watched as Constance looked over at the two men and glared before a bureau slammed against them, seemingly on it's own, slamming them against the car. She turned to me, but before she could do anything the lights flickered and she looked around, scared. I watched as water began pouring down the staircase. Constance walked over to it and I heard two children speak in chorus.

"You've come home to us, Mommy." They said. Constance looked distraught and the two kids were suddenly behind Constance, embracing her. I watched as Constance screamed and flickered before she and the two children melted into a puddle in a surge of energy before there was nothing left.

I heard the two guys shove the bureau away and then they walked over to where Constance and her children had disappeared.

"So this is where she drowned her kids." The man I still did not know the name of murmured.

I looked at him in slight surprise.

Sam nodded. "That's why she could never go home. She was too scared to face them."

"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy." The other one said, slapping Sam's injured chest before he walked away.

Sam laughed the pain away. "Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?"

"Hey. Saved your ass." The other one said before he leaned over to look at the car. "I'll tell you another thing. If you screwed up my car?" He twisted around to look at Sam. "I'll kill you."

Sam laughed.

"So she kills her kids and instead of facing them she takes her anger out on other people, by killing them?" I demanded in disbelief.

The two of them looked over at me before they looked at each other before Sam walked over to me.

"What are you doing here?" The one I didn't know asked me.

"I was running." I answered. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Isn't that obvious?" The stranger asked.

I shook my head. "It's obvious that you were hunting Constance whose a ghost and was killing people, but why?"

"That's not really your business." The stranger said.

"What's your name?" Sam asked me. "I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean."

"Cameron." I answered. "Cameron Katerine Smith."

The two of them stared at me in shock before Sam spoke. "Were by any chance born in 1988?"

"Yeah. How did you know that?" I questioned in surprise.

They looked at each other before Dean spoke. "We think you're our...sister."

I looked between them. "Why do you think that?"

"Come on, we'll tell you on the way to your house." Dean said as he climbed into his car and pulled out of the house.

I shook my head. "I'll be right back."

Sam nodded as he went over to the car and climbed into the passenger's side. I walked over to where I had dropped my duffel bag and picked it up before walking over to the car. I climbed into the backseat, throwing my bag beside me before I closed the door.

"Where exactly were you running to? Canada?" Dean asked, sarcastically. "Why'd you lie?"

"I didn't. I am running. I never said I was planning on going back." I answered as I buckled myself in.

"Wait, so you're running away from home?" Sam asked.

I nodded. "Trust me. You would too. I'm going to get some sleep. Feel free to leave me, wherever."

I sighed and closed my eyes, drifting to sleep quickly. My dreams were the usual. Women being pinned to the ceiling and burning. In the nursery. I gasped as smoke filled my lungs and heat flashed against my skin.

I gasped as I jolted awake. What I saw shocked me. We were in front of a college and it was on fire. I watched as Sam was dragged out by Dean. He was screaming. I watched as Sam fell to his knees for a moment before he angrily got up and stormed over to the car going around to the back of the car as firetrucks and police officers arrived. I climbed out of the car and walked over to Sam as Dean came over I saw that Sam was looking at an arsenal of weapons and I felt my heart race for a moment as I looked at them.

"What's all that for?" I questioned.

"We hunt monsters, we need weapons." Dean explained and I felt myself calm down.

Sam tossed the shotgun he was messing with into the trunk. "We got work to do." He slammed it shut.

"We have to take Cameron home first." Dean said, looking at me before he went and got into the car.

"What?" I questioned as I got into the back and Sam got into the passengers side. "Why?"

"Because that's where you belong." Dean told me. I glared and sat back against the seat as he headed back for the town where I had spent most of my life. I was quiet the entire way except for when I told them where I lived.

When they pulled up into the driveway. I angrily climbed out of the car with my duffel bag and walked up to the front door, unlocking it and swinging the door open. The sight that greeted me wasn't what I had expected. There was a trail of blood on the floor. I walked into the house and followed the blood to the basement where I found Ryan. He was dead and had a series of cuts littering his body and crouched beside him was a man dressed all in black. I looked at the man as he slowly stood up, looking at me. He yanked the bloody knife he held out of Ryan's chest, twirling it before he lunged at me.

I screamed as I brought my arm up to shield myself with. The blade he held buried itself into my forearm and I cried out at the pain before I kicked him in the stomach as hard as I could and quickly got to my feet, running out of the basement and towards the front door. I screamed as I was grabbed from behind and thrown into the staircase. I landed on my back and the man hovered over me. I could see he wore a mask, but I recognized him anyways.

"Leave me alone." I whimpered, tears starting to fall. "Please."

He spoke in a raspy voice. "This is the last time you escape me, Winchester." With that he lunged for me again, only to freeze as a shot rang out. He looked down at his knee, which was now oozing black, before he looked over at Dean who had shot him. He turned and headed for him just as Sam came out from behind Dean, also carrying a gun. When the man saw them he tilted his head before turning to me and snarling before he disappeared.

I looked at Sam and Dean in surprise before I forced myself to speak as they lowered their guns. "Ryan's dead. That's my adoptive father. And I think you're right about me being your sister."

"Here." Sam came over and helped me to my feet when he noticed my arm. "Come on."

He led me out to the car and helped me into the backseat before sliding in next to me and shutting the door as Dean grabbed a first aid kit and my duffel bag from inside. Dean handed Sam the first aid kit before he threw my bag into the passenger's side and climbed into the drivers side. Sam gently started bandaging my arm as Dean started the car and started driving for wherever we were going next.

"I'm sorry." I murmured though I wasn't sure why I was sorry yet, but it felt like Sam had just lost someone.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Sam told me as he finished bandaging my arm. "Buckle up and get some sleep. We'll talk more in the morning."

I nodded and wiped away my tears before I buckled in and leaned against the window, closing my eyes and surprisingly falling asleep quickly.