Disclaimer- I own nothing.

A/N I know I shouldn't post this, especially as I have 2 other stories in the works and so much too do right now.

This is my first straight Supernatural fic, hope you like it and by that please feel free to tell me what you think

Summary - An old family acquaintance has a huge surprise for Sam.

Warning - There is mention of some irresponsible teenage behaviour - nothing graphic but it is in there.

Also If you like Jo, don't say I didn't warn you!

"Did you just wait for us to show up before getting this?" Jake asked helping his father get the large box out of the car.

"Of course, I just asked him to hold off from jumping off his old one until his Uncle and grandfather turned up." Brenda said smiling.

"Can you actually hold your end, or I'm I dragging this thing in by myself?" Frank asked his son as he found himself bearing most of the weight of the flat pack furniture out of the car.

Brenda turned to the yard, "Deke can you get your bag out of the car."

The small boy huffed picking up his soccer ball, "Mom do I have to?"

"Deacon Francis Hannigan, you do as you're told." She said firmly causing the child to come over and get his school things. Frank smiled at the interaction between his daughter and her son as him and Jake carried their load into the house.

Brenda closed the car door after she and Deke collected their things, turning just in time to see the house explode.

Dean was having a lazy afternoon in the bar, he frowned he felt his cell vibrate in his pocket, he'd put it on silent as he was getting somewhere with the red head that had been serving drinks.

He looked at the display, expecting it to be Sam but found himself surprised, he turned to the girl handing her a large tip, "Sorry but I really have to take this; can you give me five minutes."

She nodded and left to give some of the other patrons of the bar some attention.

He watched her go as he picked up the call, "Hey dude, long time no hear how's things?"

His face fell before taking off out the bar.

Sam ran his hand through his hair, as he sat in the town's small library going through the history of the area, he was getting nowhere. The case they were looking into was nothing major, just some missing items that may or may not have some occult uses and a possible missing girl; who according to her friends had had a huge fight with her father about her out of state college boyfriend who was refusing to pick up the phone at the moment.

Dean was probably right about the girl being holed up in some dorm room, cutting lose and probably would come home in a couple of days with her tail between her legs when she realised that her Mom wasn't there to wash her clothes or cook her meals.

Sam looked up to see what he was sure was his brother skid past the booth he was sitting at.

Dean came running back, he was out of breath and red faced, "We've got to go!"

"She turn up?" Sam asked, watching his brother put his hands on his knees, panting

Dean swallowed, "No, but we got to go now!"

"Why?"

"Jake called."

Any ideas regarding to getting back to his research had gone out the window, Sam gave his full attention to his brother, "What did he say."

"Him, Frank in hospital, we got to go."

Sam nodded getting his stuff together before following his brother to the Impala. He knew that Dean would be worried; Jake Hannigan was one of the few people that Dean could open up to outside the little Winchester family.

Jake was a third generation hunter, and a couple of years older than Dean. He was following in his mother's and father's footsteps. Frank, Jake's father, was one of the few hunters that John trusted enough to go on hunts with, which meant that Sam and Dean had spent a lot of time with Jake and younger sister Brenda when they were kids. The four of them spending time playing in Bobby's scrap yard.

Sam didn't remember much about Maureen, Jake and Brenda's mother. She'd died of breast cancer; he remember Brenda crying at the funeral, she'd been about eight at the time, not that much younger than him. He'd always thought it was ironic, the woman had spent her life hunting down evil and it had been a stupid lump that she had been too busy to get looked at that had got her.

He was sure that Dean had said that Brenda had gotten out; she was now a teacher or something.

Dean didn't say a word as they hurtled down the road.

"What did Jake say?" Sam asked as his brother concentrated on his driving.

"He said he was fine but Frank's in surgery." Dean said flatly.

"What happened?" Sam said, knowing that right now getting information out of his brother would be like getting blood out of a stone.

"Explosion; Frank took the brunt of it, Jake's on his feet but I get the feeling that the doctors ain't too happy about it."

"Explosion? Was it something they were setting up?"

Dean gave a tiny shake of his head, "No, it wasn't theirs."

"What? Was it then another hunter 'cause I can't think of anything out there that would use explosives."

"Yeah it was another hunter." Dean said, he didn't want to go into the details, not like this.

"So it was an accident then?" Sam asked tentatively.

Dean shook his head, causing Sam to straighten at the realisation, "Is Brenda with them?"

Dean just drove, he should have told Sam years ago, but hell no-one had straight out said it, she hadn't even told Jake; she hadn't confirmed it with anyone. Without knowing for sure he couldn't tell him it wouldn't be fair. Dean remembered the last time he and Jake had discussed it, it had became an all out fist fight, not that he could blame Jake for his position on the subject; the two of them had just come out slugging on their younger siblings behalf.

"Dean? Is Brenda with them?"

"No"

Jo opened the back door of the road house, carefully balancing a load of empty bottles as she heading towards the bins.

She had gotten in that afternoon, Ellen hadn't asked and she wasn't ready to tell.

It gnawed in the pit of her stomach, it had been wrong from the start and now two hunters with good reputations were in hospital and she wasn't sure if they were going to make it.

She had hooked up with Sanchez a couple of months before, he was a friend of Gordon Walker's and he was teaching her the ropes. He had also been a perfect gentleman, he had hit on her once and when she said that she was more interested in learning how to hunt he had nodded and not done it again.

The jobs they had tackled had been relatively small, but as he said it was more important that she had a good grounding in the basics before they tackled anything big. But it was the last job, the last job had felt wrong and she hadn't even argued when Sanchez had asked her to set up the rig. She had just settled into the teacher pupil relationship – he had asked and she had done.

It had started out simple enough, a kid coming down with some weird blood disease that could have been the result of a curse; then it had suddenly changed. Sanchez had said about a preventative action, now he was gone and she had run all the way home to Mommy – God did she feel like such a coward.

She had just gotten rid of her load when the first blow landed, a split second later Jo found herself pinned up against the roadhouse bins.

"Where is he?"

Jo could barely draw enough breath to reply.

It seemed that Dean was half way out of the impala before it had been brought to a full stop. He burst into the roadhouse quickly scanning the room, Sam followed a few steps behind.

"Dean?" Ellen asked shocked at the boys' sudden appearance.

"Where is she?" Dean asked agitatedly, "Where's Jo Ellen?"

"I don't know where he is, I swear." Jo said wincing in pain as her arm was twisted up her back, her face forced further into the cold metal of the bins. Her attacker, though the same size and build hadn't given her an opening, not that she had expected her to.

"I told you I don't believe that. Where is he?"

Suddenly the pressure eased and Jo was able to turn round, she saw Dean holding the other woman's arms as he dragged her back a few steps allowing Ellen to rush to her daughter's side.

"Let me go! Let me go Dean." She said struggling, "She deserves it!"

"Ain't going to happen Bren." He replied dodging a head butt.

She brought her heel down hard on his shin

"Son of a bitch!" Dean cried but he still held on.

Ellen turned to launch herself at her daughter's attacker causing Dean to spin round still holding on to Brenda, his body acting as a barrier between the two women, "No you don't Ellen!" he said.

Sam could do nothing but watch this all unfurl before him.

"Mom stop," Jo said getting to her feet, she wiped the blood from her nose with the back of her hand before she began to cradle her injured arm, "She's right."

Brenda was able to get her arm free, swinging wildly in Jo's direction even though she had not hope of landing a blow, "You bitch!"

"I'm sorry," Jo said quietly, they were the only words that Jo could find to say, "I'm so sorry."

Brenda just slumped as Dean held her, "Why?"

"He said it was necessary. I didn't mean for it to get so far." Jo replied, "I didn't realise, I'm sorry about your brother and your dad."

"He's a baby. He's never hurt anyone; he's just a little boy." Brenda began to sob, as Dean let her fall to her knees, "Why did you try to kill my son?"

Jo shook her head, "I don't know. I really don't know."

Ellen felt sick, how could her daughter do something like this.

"He said it was for the best." Jo said tears falling freely, "I just thought he knew what he was talking about. I don't know where he is, I swear."

"Come on Bren," Dean said, "Let me take you to Deke, OK."

As Dean led her to her car, Brenda turned to Jo, "If anything or anyone touches a hair on his head I swear to God I'll kill you."

Jo just nodded at the threat, she couldn't blame Brenda on bit.

Brenda sat in the passenger seat of her car as Dean talked to Ellen, getting her to promise to call him as soon as she got Jo's version of events.

Sam leant into the open window, "Hey Bren."

She turned her head, barely registering that he was there, "Sam?"

"Yeah," he put a comforting hand on her arm. She started to get upset, "Jake, my Dad?"

"Hey, they're OK, your Dad's out of surgery. Jake called, said they're both going to be fine. We're going to take you to your boy alright."

She just stared at Sam for what seemed an age.

As Sam pulled into the yard he could the other car stopping ahead of him. A small brown haired blur came rushing out of the house closely followed by Bobby, shotgun resting over his shoulder.

As Brenda led her son back into the house Dean joined his brother.

"So you going to tell me what the fuck is going on?" Sam asked.

"The bomb was meant for the boy and Brenda; Frank and Jake just got in the way."

Sam was horrified, "And Jo was involved?"

Dean nodded, "Brenda spotted her and this other guy when the ambulance came."

"Jesus! Any ideas why?"

Dean shrugged, he glanced at the ground for a second, "Sam it's like this, Deacon, Bren's boy he's seven."

Sam was confused, "What?"

"Just think on it dude."

"So have you heard of this Sanchez guy before?" Dean asked as Sam and him sat at Bobby's kitchen table.

Bobby shook his head, "Not really, heard something about him working with some guy called Gordon something."

Sam turned to see Dean scrub his hand through his hair, "Great."

Brenda came back to the table after putting Deacon to bed.

Bobby looked at her, "You should get some rest girl."

"How the hell can I get some sleep with him out there." Brenda looked as if she was about to pass out; the adrenalin she had been running on finally burning out.

"We'll be here, you get some sleep." Dean said.

She nodded.

"We'll make sure nothing will happen to Deacon." Sam added as she got up from the table, she stopped and looked at him for a second before going to the bedroom her little boy was sleeping, she took off her jacket and crawled into the bed holding tightly onto her son, determined nothing or no-one was going to take him away from her.

"Right why the hell do I think I'm missing something here?" Sam asked after she left.

Bobby looked at the younger man, "They were after the boy Sam."

"When was the last time you saw Brenda?" Bobby asked Sam.

"I don't know, when I was fifteen," Sam replied, "Frank sent her off to her aunt's about then, you know that Dean."

Bobby looked at Dean, "Eight years."

"Yeah I know," Dean ran a palm over his face before turning to his brother "So you sure you don't have something to tell us?"

"What?" Sam felt as if he was being railroaded.

Dean got up from the table, good god was he angry, but he was not about to wake the boy, "Well it wasn't me and it sure as hell wasn't Dad!"

Sam looked at his brother shocked at what was being said, Dean continued, "Have you looked at that kid? Have you? He is the spit of you at that age Sam. How the hell could you be so stupid! We wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't been!"

"Dean what are you saying?"

Bobby took a breath, "Sam, did you or did you not sleep with that girl?"

The blood drained from Sam's face, as he remembered what had happened in that house almost eight years earlier.

Bobby's Place 1999

"Come on, why can't I come with you?" the fifteen year old Sam Winchester asked his brother who was getting ready to go out.

"Cause kids ain't allowed," Jake said as he picked up his jacket.

Their fathers and Bobby had left for a hunt, leaving the four of them to roam Bobby's place; after a day and a half Jake and Dean had succumbed to cabin fever and decided to hit the local bars.

"Anyway Sam you know someone has to be here incase Dad calls." Dean said heading towards the door, ""You two play nice OK and we'll let you out to play later alright."

"Yeah play nice, but not too nice. You hearing me Sammy?" Jake said smiling.

Brenda huffed, "Please like I'd go near him with a ten foot barge pole."

"I'd rather get the plague than go anywhere near her."

Dean shook head, "Sam you have got to stop thinking girls will give you cooties."

It was a little after nine when Sam finally came out the room him, Dean and Jake where sharing. He came into the kitchen to find Brenda sitting reading a magazine.

"Anything to eat?" he asked, sticking his head in the refrigerator.

She put her soda down as she looked at him, why the hell did the other two have to leave her alone with him? Sure Dean Winchester she could take, he clowned around with her big brother, didn't treat her like she was four, like most of the people in her father's line of work and he was cute.

The same could definitely not be said about Sam Winchester. Sam who had been slightly chubby last time she had seen him, now he was all skin and bone thanks to his growth spurt, though he still hadn't grown into his feet and hands, Sam was going to be a late bloomer her brother had said. He was all angles, completely uncomfortable with himself, as he wonderfully proved the day before during sparring practice; he ate almost everything that wasn't nailed down; and oh yeah he bugged the hell out of her.

"Can't you find anything in the large object that tends to hold the food?" she asked sarcastically causing Sam to slam the refrigerator door.

"I was just asking," Sam scowled.

"Just because I'm the only girl around here doesn't mean that I'm going to cook and clean for you; I'm not your slave," she replied.

"Shame," Sam said mockingly, "Are you just being a bitch or are you on your period or something?"

Brenda picked up her drink and left him to continue his search for something to eat.

He came into the den with some of last night's pizza to find her watching TV.

"What's on?" Sam asked.

"Horror movie."

"Any good?" he asked.

She shook her head, "Not really."

He sat down on the couch beside her, settling down for an evening of crap network edited TV.

"This is awful," Sam said.

"I know, but Bobby doesn't have cable."

"He is totally in the dark ages!" Sam replied.

"Tell me about it, he doesn't even have an old VCR."

"What else is on?" Sam asked reaching over for the remote.

She grabbed hold of it keeping it out of Sam's reach, it then somehow turned into a wrestling match, Sam eventually winning by using his body weight to pin her to the floor. Brenda struggled until suddenly she stopped.

"Sam what the fuck is that?"

Sam bolted upright; "Ehm, sorry that hasn't…" he took off for the bathroom.

"Sam, you OK?" Brenda knocked at the door, "I understand things like that happen, especially at your age. Christ Sam I live with Jake!"

"I'm not a kid!" He opened the door for a second, "Look that hasn't happened in a while and it wasn't you!"

Brenda looked at him horrified, "Damn straight it wasn't me."

She saw the look on his face, great she was feeling sorry for him, she was feeling sorry for Sam Winchester, something she hadn't done since she was 6 years old and they had spent one morning watching him cry his eyes out because his Dad had made him move schools.

"It was the movement right!" Sam said defensively.

"Right, just woke it up," she said, "Sucks being a teenager huh?"

"Yeah." He said coming out of the bathroom.

She thought for a second, trying to think of something that would cheer him up, "They left some beer."

"They'd kill us!" He said smiling.

"Who are they going to tell? Don't know about you and Dean but Jake isn't meant to leave me alone," Brenda said, glad to see him a little happier.

They sat there pleasantly working their way through the 12 pack that their brothers had left.

Four beers and another awful slasher flick later, Sam belched, the amber liquid settling in his stomach giving him a warm full feeling.

"You think that's true?" Brenda asked as Sam handed her another bottle.

"What?" He asked handing her the bottle opener.

"The virgin thing, you know sacrificing one, cause you know if it was the guys would be dragged into the woods as much as the girls."

Sam snorted, feeling slightly light headed but not enough to be considered drunk yet, but enough to be honest, "If that was the case I'd be in trouble then."

Brenda stared at him, "You're not?"

Sam turned a bright shade of red as he turned away from her gaze.

"I just thought…with you being to Dean's brother and all."

Sam knotted his brow, "What? You think me being Dean Winchester's little brother helped. Until he left school any girl that got close to me, just wanted to get close to him."

"Sorry," she said, "You'll find someone."

"Yeah right."

"Hey I'm still one, hell I've never even kissed a guy."

"You're a girl you're suppose to be one."

"What has being a girl got to do with this?" she said angrily, "Do you think I like changing school every six months! You think I like not getting close to anyone 'cause? At least if you're desperate for friends you can try out for sports; for girls it is a completely different ball game. You don't think I know that they call me a 'dyke' cause I have to wear my brother's hand me down's! You think you got it tough – try having to go with your older brother to go get your first bra. That was a fun day the 12 and 18 year old in the underwear department."

"Shit, I didn't know" Sam didn't know what else to say.

"He almost got arrested for hanging about the changing room."

Sam sniggered at the thought.

They finished the beer and tidied up before heading for bed. Sam had just about fallen asleep when he heard the knock at his door.

Brenda poked her head round the door, "Sam you asleep?"

He sat up and shook his head.

"You won't tell anyone will you, what I said tonight?"

He shook his head, "No and you won't tell anything I said."

"No," she gave him a shy smile before running over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

He grabbed her and gave her a kiss. She tasted of mint toothpaste, but there was a hint of the beer and candy they had that night. She pulled back shocked, she just looked at him before deciding something; she leant in and kissed him again.

"So now you had you first kiss." Sam said smiling, "and your second."

"Yeah, thanks," she said smiling, she got up and headed back to her room, he watched her go.

He sat there for five minutes as the last of his good sense seemed to leave his drink addled teenage mind.

He knocked on her door, before going in, "Bren, can I ask you something?"

He felt more than a little green the next morning, his nausea not really helped by the smell of fried food coming from the kitchen.

"Morning big fella," Dean smiled on seeing his younger brother shuffle into the room and sit down.

"You have a good night?" Jake asked as he took care of breakfast.

Sam let out a barely intelligible grunt as a response; Dean slapped him on the back which not only caused Sam to head for the bathroom but the older two to laugh.

Brenda was feeling sick and groggy this morning, Jake put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of her, which she pushed away from her as the smell was turning her stomach.

"No you don't young lady," Dean said pushing the plate towards her, "If you two are going to drink beer that isn't yours then the two of you are going to do some chores round here to work it off."

Brenda looked at him for a second before just staring at the plate. She took a mouthful before bolting for the bathroom that Sam had just vacated.

Dean laughed as he watched Brenda push past Sam so she could throw up.

"Good thing you were in your own bed this morning," Jake said to Sam as he passed him a plate.

Sam groggily looked up at him, "What?"

"Knock it off!" Dean said, "Man you have got to stop thinking that my brother has plans to deflower your baby sister."

"Who said he hasn't!" Jake said to his friend.

Dean put down his coffee cup, "Jesus man, you counted how many condoms were in the box when we got home, Mr Insecure. So can we just leave it that the two of them got drunk and are now having their first real hangover?"

"Yeah but who says he hasn't got some of his own!" Jake replied.

Sam looked up and one thought in his head went through his head, "Oh shit!"

Bobby's Place Present day

"What did Bren say?" Sam asked the two other men in the room.

Dean didn't really need this; for once he wanted a straight answer about this, "Sam, someone is trying to kill that kid and the only link we got is that he worked with a hunter that wants you dead!"

Sam swallowed trying to process what this all meant, he looked at Dean causing a flash of anger at the realisation of that Dean knew all this time and never told him, "Why the hell didn't you tell me!"

Dean sat down; at least now he was getting somewhere, "Brenda never said who it was. When I first found out about Deacon you where at school and we weren't exactly talking."

"You could have at least called me."

Dean nodded, "Right I know, but what did you want me to say that you may or may not have a kid with a girl who obviously didn't want anything to do with you? Hell Sam I didn't know if you'd even slept with her."

"Like you tell me everyone you sleep with?" Sam retorted, before turning to Bobby, "And she never told anyone who it was?"

The older man shook his head, "No, she told Frank that it was some kid at one of the motels they were staying at, she never gave him a name. Good thing too as Frank would have broken the boy in two."

Sam swallowed, he remembered Frank Hannigan, he was a big bear of a man; John Winchester had nothing on him.

Bobby continued, "She told Frank that as the baby didn't have a father it would need its grandfather around, not rotting in jail somewhere."

"Did Dad know?" Sam asked his brother.

Dean shrugged, "You had just taken off for Stanford when we first saw Deacon, Dad was a mess. If he'd worked out he never said."

Sam stood outside the bedroom that Brenda and her son were sharing. Her son who could be, Oh God this was not happening. So the boy had the same colouring as him, so did Brenda and the boy was seven, so with the extra nine months that could mean that he was a ….. Sam sank to the floor, this was not meant to happen to him; Dean was the one that was meant to get to a call saying he had left a little something behind, he was prepared for that!

Sam didn't know what to do with a kid, it wasn't like John had given him training in that; but it wasn't that he didn't want them. He had just thought when it happened that Jess would have been there, and she could have shown him what to do, then there would have been a baby and then a toddler, not a little boy who didn't have a clue who his father was.

Fear gripped Sam, he'd missed out on so much time; the boy would think Sam hadn't wanted him, he'd think that Sam had abandoned him.