Supernatural FanFic
Chapter One: New Winchester on the Block
"Found anything Sammy?" Dean asked as he shoved on his boot.
"Uh, nothing much. A possible haunting in Illinois, maybe a vampire nest in Nevada…"
"Damn I almost miss it, you know. I feel like we don't know what to do without having Demons up our ass 24/7," Dean replied sarcastically.
"Are you kidding? We're always gonna have demons up our ass," Sam threw back.
"Well I guess you're the only one who's ever really had a demon up your ass. Or more you were up her ass…"
"Dick!" Sam replied coolly.
"Bitch," Dean laughed.
Sam rolled his eyes, "Jerk."
Dean laughed then got up, "Let's hit the rod, Sammy!"
` "Cool, let me just pack thi-" there was a knock at the door and Sam froze.
Sam and dean traded silent looks of confusion. Sam reached over to the duffel on the bed and grabbed a gun tossing it to Dean. He checked to k=make sure it was loaded as Sam pulled out a flask of holy water. Dean nodded and Sam bowed his head once walking around the bed.
The person at the door knocked again, "Hello?" an annoyed female voice called from the door.
Sam and dean traded another confused look, then Sam opened the door. Beyond it stood a teenaged girl in a tank and designer mini skirt, standing with her arms crossed.
"Uh, hi. We don't want any GirlScout cookies thanky-" Sam said politely before getting cut off.
"Do I look like a five-year old trying to sell cookies to you?"
Sam was taken aback. He threw a glance at Dean, who crouched down behind one of the motel beds. Sam turned back to the girl, "I'm… Sorry?" he said confusedly.
The girl took a deep breath and uncrossed her arms, "I'm Caithrine. Sam Winchester right?"
"How did yo-"
"I know a lot of things, and I am almost certain that's not the first time you've heard that so don't ask me what kind of things or what I mean."
Sam took in a quick breath trying to figure out what to say, then let it out, "Why are you here?"
"I need to speak to your brother, Dean."
Sam threw another glance back, and Dean shrugged."
"Um, he's not available right now-"
"Let me rephrase. My name is Caithrine McKay Winchester, and I need to speak
to Dean. Now."
Dean jumped up, furious, "What the HELL! How many kids did our father have!"
"Dean!" Sam hissed.
"What? Haven't we had enough random Winchesters pop up? Or People impersonating them"
'Uh…'
"Yeah well, no reason to completely blow your cover. Or, oh even better, put yourself out there to get killed!"
"Sam…"
"oh yeah, 'cause some cheerleader is going to come on and kill me when we haven't seen signs of demons for weeks!"
"You never know Dean!"
"When you two yahoos are done bickering!" Caithrine yelled.
They both looked at her and blinked, "Thank you," she pushed past them and sat down on Dean's bed, "Now if you two would just listen for a second."
"What do you want?" dean growled.
"Listen!"
Dean was taken aback.
"I'm not you sister or some crap like that. I'm pretty sure John Winchester stuck to sons."
"Then who are you?" Sam roared.
"I'm Dean's kid!"
Sam took a step back, but Dean charged forward, "Yeah right! So you're trying to tell me that you, a 16 year old girl-"
"13 and a half." Caithrine said nonchalantly.
"-are my daughter? That would have made me like 12!"
"14."
"There's no way!There are so many things wrong with that I can't eve-"
"Is it really that hard to believe!" Caithrine yelled leaning forward, "I mean, you've hooked up with how many girls in your lifetime? Is it really that hard to believe that one of them got knocked up? There's probably more!"
"Shut up, just shut up," Dean said trying not to lash out and kill the girl.
"No! You have to listen to me Dean!"
Dean snarled and lunged at her, pinning her to the bed, his arm at her throat. She stared up at his frighted, gasping for air.
"Now you listen, you don't know anything about me, you little-"
'Dean stop it!" Sam pulled Dean off of the girl and threw him against the nightstand. She propped her self up on her elbow gasping for air, a single tear streaming down her cheek. Sam grabbed Dean by the collar, "Dean listen for a sec and calm the hell down. We should at least talk to the girl, get some answers."
"Oh yeah, like with Ruby? That went down so well."
"Dean, she's human, we at least owe to her to see what she has to say."
"No," Dean snarled.
"Yes," Sam hissed and threw him against the night stand. He turned to Caithrine, "Are you okay."
"I think I'm fine, can I get something to drink?" she said still gasping a bit.
"Uh yeah, we don't have much in the way of nonalcoholic beverages," Caithrine stared after him with an 'as if it matters look', "but we've got water, and possibly some soda."
"Water's fine, but uh," she stopped him as he took a glass to the sink, "could you purify it first?"
Sam stared at her confused for a second.
"Like bless it."
"Like… Holy water?" Sam asked even more befuddled
"Yeah," she nodded a little self conscious.
Sam turned instead to the duffel bag and pulled out the flask of holy water and pouring some into the glass. He handed it to her, "Thank you." Sam nodded, taking a seat in a chair across from the bed.
Dean watched wearily as the girl took a sip of the water and nothing happened. 'Not a demon' he thought.