AN: Alight-my explanation starts now! First off, I already know that there is a crap-load of lost sister stories out in AU SPN world, but I wanted to give it a shot 'cause it's a damn good idea! So I don't want anybody complaining about how unoriginal this story plot is. My story is original because no one else has my brain! Part of this big plan also includes no Adam. So I give the apology in advance to any Adam-lovers out there, but I didn't like him.
Now that I've finished ranting, I will now explain the finer details of the plot, and what will be changed. Set in season two, the brothers will meet their sister after the episode, Hunted. Sam will be listening to some of the old messages stored on their father's various cell phones to see if there are any left over cases he had not been able to take. John found out he had a daughter much sooner than when he had discovered Adam. Senior Winchester also had a much more active role in her childhood as well. I'm very confused when it comes to timelines, but I will try my best. Seeing as season two of Supernatural takes place during 2006, I think I got it pretty well matched up. My OC's birthday is on January 11, 1990, has curly dirty-blond hair (like Dean), and brown eye's ( from her mother ). At first, she'll be a bit of a bitch and fairly meek, but I think you'll be able to get why she's acting in such a way after reading the prologue.
Lastly, a fair warning to those who haven't read my stories before. I don't update regularly. I'm sorry, but that is the sad truth. Now I don't abandon stories, I just lose heart when things get a little hectic around home. To those of you still waiting on the next chapters of The Clashing of Angels and Demons, and Kyon, The Cat Zodiac, don't worry. Those will be updated very soon (don't bite me Kimmy)!
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! SUPERNATURAL BELONGS TO ERIC KRIPKE, AND I ONLY OWN A TINY TELEVISION TO WATCH IT!
Prologue
"Happy Birthday, to me." Willow sang bitterly to herself, sitting alone on the green couch. The only other person in the house was her grandmother, snoring down the hallway. The two had been home for a few hours, but the time had just flown by. Neither had had the energy to make dinner, or even move from their positions for that matter. Gran had driven Willow home from a funeral.
We were supposed to go to the concert today, dirty-blond bangs covered moist brown eyes as they glared hatefully at the crumpled tickets clutched tightly in red hands. Willow had held onto the pink pieces of paper throughout the entire service. Throughout the hours sitting on the couch, staring at a blank TV screen. Huh… I'm missing the series finale of Scrubs, she idly thought, picking lint off of her stockings. To her, it was amazing that those types of normal thoughts could pop up. Even after the death of her mom.
When a damp warmth began to grow on her lap, Willow looked down to see tears falling quickly. Still holding the tickets, aching fingers rubbed swiftly at reddened cheeks. The birthday girl refused to cry. She could NOT cry. Her whole life, Willow's mother never cried. She claimed it was because the salty water made her blue eye's puffy, and caused her usually clear voice to grow nasally. But Willow knew it was because everything would break if she did. That was Karoline Fray's mindset anyway. The raven-haired woman had gone through so many hardships in her life, that letting just one tear escape was admitting defeat.
When John Winchester entered their lives, it was like a god-send. Willow was five years-old when she met her biological father. At first, the little girl was afraid of the scruffy, scowling man. He didn't seem so brave around her either, but that had been misinterpreted as anger. It was on the third day during John's visit that their bond began. The toddler had not so stealthily been pushing celery chunks off of her dinner plate and onto a rolled up napkin on the side, then folding the cloth over the discarded vegetables. Looking up (to make sure mommy wasn't watching), the child noticed John silently scraping the green food onto a napkin of his own! Feeling the stare of his daughter's gaze upon him, the graying man lifted his head to see a familiar expression of scrutiny painted across Willow's face. Her fork was mirroring John's exactly, eye's so intense, and brow's furrowed. It was shocking the family resemblance!
Dropping the pronged utensil, the hunter threw back his head and laughed! Just like her daddy, Willow let go of her fork, but instead of laughing, her bambie eye's widened in shock. She had not expected the grumpy-looking man to show such an emotion. Seeing the girl's reaction, John started laughing even harder! Slowly, Willow's pouty lip's grew into a tiny grin, and then she joined in the mirth.
Ever since than, Willow has been a daddy's girl. Every time he'd visit, the John would bring along a gift. Sure part of the reason was because he stopped by on her birthday, but every present was like a piece of him she'd missed growing up. Sadly, since her father had a traveling job, he could only stop by for a week once a year. So where is he now?
Willow crushed the limp tickets tighter and clenched her teeth. It was like clock-work, John's visits. The bearded hunter showed up a day before her birthday, always calling before hand. There had been no phone call this year. Not one. Not even an excuse to as to explain the reason for his absence. Of all the birthdays to skip out on, you choose this one! Willow spontaneously grabbed at her cell phone (a gift from daddy dearest) and stabbed out the memorized number. She had left three messages yesterday, but he hadn't picked up.
"I'm sorry. The number you have dialed has been disconnected, or out of your service area. If you-"
"Damn it!" Willow threw the cell phone violently against the wall along with her useless concert tickets. When she saw the destroyed remains of her phone, and the torn pieces of paper lying on the floor, the heart-broken sixteen year-old finally admitted defeat. Willow fell to the floor in a curled up position, and cried. "Happy Birthday to me…"