I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT THE STORYLINE!

Author's note- I have been writing this for a while. I wanted a Castiel fic but not a Destiel fic, which is mostly what I could find. Not that I have any problem with Destiel but it's nice to read something else. I was wary to post it (it didn't seem the most popular idea) but I found a fic called Nobody in Particular which was similar that had awesome reviews so I thought, why not type it up. R&R, no flames please! My sensitive ego can't take it!)

Summary: Marion Winchester was taken from her family when she was 4 years old. Her twin brother, Dean, never thought he'd see her again. What is he to think when she suddenly shows back up in the midst of the Apocalypse. Spoilers for Season 5.,

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Dean pulled his ringing cell phone out of his pocket and sighed. Phone calls from Bobby rarely brought good news anymore. It was always "the angels are doing this horrible thing" or "Lucifer is doing this slightly more horrible thing" or "you idjit! What horrible thing are you doing?". Dean almost let it go to voicemail, wondering if he even cared what horribleness is going down. At the last second, he flipped the phone open.

"Yeah, Bobby."

"Dean, uh, I just got a news alert from Lawrence. They found Marion."

Dean clenched his eyes shut and shook his head.

"Any leads on her killer?" He asked.

"You misunderstand me, boy. She's alive."

"What?!" Dean exclaimed, only half trying to not wake Sam asleep in the next bed over.

"According to the article, the scum that had her started giving her house privileges. They let her out of the basement a few months ago. Guess they thought that Stockholm Syndrome woulda kicked in after 25 years. She did what they asked of her for a few months until they weren't watching her for a few minutes. Then she grabbed a knife and stabbed one of them in the stomach. He lived but she got out. The article says that she's in police custody until they can assess her mental state and find some family to take her in."

Dean tried to find some words to say. "I'm not quite sure what to do here, Bobby."

"What do you mean, you're not sure? You get in that car and go save your sister, you idjit!" Dean sighed and nodded.

"You're right. It's just... the timing sucks. But I'll get over there as soon as possible. Thanks for letting me know."

Dean hung up the phone and dropped his feet out of bed. He started trying to simultaneously get dressed and pack his bag. He walked over and hit Sam. "Wake up, dude. We gotta go. Now."

Sam stirred and blinked up at Dean. "Is it Lucifer or a case?"

Dean shook his head. He clenched his teeth then relaxed. "No. You remember... you remember me and Dad telling you about... about Marion?"

Sam rubbed the sleep from his face. "Uh, yeah. You were at a park a few months before I was born. Dad went to get you guys ice cream and Marion disappeared."

"She's been in Lawrence the whole time. Sam, she's been chained up in some pervert's basement for almost 30 goddamn years. Cops are holding her at the hospital to make sure they didn't completely fry her brain. Come on, we gotta-"

"Wait, Dean." Sam interrupted, sitting up. "Before we drive halfway across the country, we gotta ask ourselves a few questions."

"Like what?" Dean asked, irritated.

"Like, isn't the timing a bit suspicious? We're in the middle of the Apocalypse, we're ganking demons and horsemen, we've both got angels chasing us who'd do anything to get us to be their vessels and suddenly your twin who's been missing longer than I've been alive shows back up?"

Dean didn't respond. He just walked past Sam into the tiny motel bathroom and began brushing his teeth.

"And let's say she passes the tests. She's not some demon or a shifter or something, it's really her. What do we tell her? Mom and Dad are dead, she's never even met me and the last time she saw you, you were both still in Pull-ups. What do we tell her about our lives that won't break her fragile psyche more than whatever was done to her in that house?"

"We'll figure something out." Dean said, spitting foam into the sink. "We'll tell her as little as we can at first so we don't freak her out, then we'll ease into the rest of it, like how mom and dad died."

"Dean, it's not like we can just bring her with us. She doesn't have the training we had. She wouldn't be safe traveling with us. Besides, Dean, we really have other things we need to focus on."

Dean threw his bag on the table. "This isn't up for discussion. She's my twin sister, Sam, and I haven't seen her in 27 years. I don't care if it's difficult to explain our life. I don't care if we have to take some time to train her to survive. She's a big part of our family that I thought we'd never see again. She's family. We're going."

Sam knew better than to keep arguing with him. Even if he didn't know how stubborn his brother was, he'd taken an intro Psych class at Stanford that taught him about the bond between twins. The loss of his twin could actually account for more of Dean's distance and coldness than how they were raised. Sam just nodded and started getting dressed.

They spent the drive in relative silence, Dean's old Zeppelin cassette joining forces with the Impala's engine to fill the emptiness that was slowly getting more tense with each mile. Dean's mind kept vacillating between excitement and anguish. He was happy to be able to see his sister again, but what if she was broken by those people? What if she can't handle how the Winchester's lives had turned out? What if she was a ploy from the angels? 'Look what we can give you. Just say yes to Michael.' Or worse, a chance for Lucifer to keep tabs on Sam. Dean didn't want to think about the possibility that his sister might be some demon in disguise but he had to consider all the ways this could fuck him in the ass.

It took them 18 hours to get to Lawrence. Dean didn't even bother driving them to a motel, pulling right into the hospital parking lot. He all but ran into the building and up to the reception desk. "My name is Dean Winchester. I, uh, hope I'm in the right place but..."

"You're here for Marion." She said, with a smile. "I'm just gonna need some ID and then we can take you up there. She's in our psych ward. Don't worry, though. We've just had her under observation, that's all."

Dean handed her his ID, then followed her as she started walking away.

"So, how is she?" Sam spoke up.

"Well, you'd really have to talk to her doctor for that, but... the way I hear it, no one has ever seen someone go through what she did and come out so... well adjusted." The nurse said, leading them onto an elevator.

"Well-adjusted?" Sam asked.

"That's a good thing, Sammy. Don't sound so upset." Dean said. Sam kept to himself the thought that well-adjusted was suspicious.

"She claims that the people she was with didn't really harm her, they just kept her. The female kidnapper even home schooled her. She really just wants to go home now, so I'm sure she will be ecstatic to see you boys."

Dean looked into the window on the door the nurse stopped in front of. He took a deep breath as he looked in on his sister. Her dark blonde hair was so long that it touched the bed she was sitting on. They had her in the plain white scrubs of the other psych patients. The nurse opened the door and ushered the boys inside. Marion looked up. "Yes?"

"I've got some visitors for you, Marion."

She looked up at Dean skeptically, two sets of hazel-green eyes meeting each other. "Can I help you?"

Disbelief stopped Dean in his place for a minute before he smiled. "Break my heart, Marion. Only woman to ever forget my face and it's my twin sister? You're killin' me."

Marion looked confused as she stood from the bed, never taking her eyes off of Dean. "Dean? Oh, my- They told me you were dead!" She said, wrapping her arms around him. She was just a few inches shorter than him so the hug was evenly matched. She pulled back and looked at him.

"They drove me past the house. I could see the scorch marks. They said there was a fire, that everyone died."

Dean shook his head. "There was a fire. A little under a year after they took you. But Mom's the only one who didn't get out. Me, and Dad and Sammy, we survived."

"Sammy?" Marion asked, brow furrowed.

Dean smiled. "Yeah. I guess you probably don't remember but Mom was pregnant when you got grabbed. Our little brother, Sam. That's your cue to introduce yourself, Sammy."

Sam walked forward from his spot by the door. Marion chuckled. "This Sasquatch is our baby brother? He must take after Dad." She said, wrapping her arms around him, too.

"I'm glad you're ok, Marion. It's, uh, really great to meet you."

"Hey, I'm gonna see if I can find your doctor, see when we can get you out of here." Dean said, walking out the door.

"So, uh, the nurse we spoke to, she said that the people who took you weren't abusive, that they even home schooled you?" Sam asked, eyeing the big stack of books on the only surface in the room.

"Oh, yeah. Mister and Missus were never really mean to me unless I talked about leaving. Missus taught me all the way up to when I would have graduated high school, then she just gave me college text books for the subjects I most enjoyed. Mostly history and British literature." Marion said, picking up a large book of poems.

"I know this might sound a bit Stockholm-y but I don't think they were bad people. They never blatantly harmed me. Quite the opposite, actually, they shared the delusion that God had told them to take me, to protect me. They were the most God-fearing people I've ever heard of and I'm sure that, were it not for the sickness in their heads, they would have been wonderful, charitable people."

"God told them to take you?" Sam asked, sad that he'd been right to be suspicious. He also wasn't looking forward to telling Dean.

"They seemed sure of it. Couldn't tell me what they were saving me from but they knew they were saving me. I know religion is a touchy subject but to think that God would have his angels swoop down and tell two people to steal a 4 year old from her parents is just absurd."

Sam watched her set the poetry back on the table. "Maybe the angels did it because they wanted you away from us, not God." He said, turning to the door as Dean walked back in. "Hey, Dean. Can I talk to you outside real quick?"

Sam followed Dean out into the hall and closed the door. "Marion just told me that the couple who took her said they were instructed to... by God... more specifically, angels."

Dean punched the wall on the opposite side of the hall. "I was really hoping this would just be a good thing and not some stupid angel ploy." He pulled his phone from his pocket and angrily flipped it open. "Cas, Lawrence, Kansas. Sacred Heart Hospital, 6th floor." Dean demanded, before hanging up.

Castiel appeared in front of them within seconds. "I knew nothing of this, Dean." Castiel defended, without provocation.

"Yeah? Then, how'd you know what I was calling about?" Dean's jaw tensed in anger.

"I was informed that Zachariah recently traveled into the past. I was looking into the reasons behind this, when I found out about your sister. I knew they must be connected and your call confirmed that. Again, I didn't know about it."

Dean ran his fingers through his hair. "So, what do you think was the point, Cas? Why do you think Zach took my sister from me?"

Castiel looked down. "He didn't, Dean, take her. Technically, he's giving her to you. Before he went back in time, before he convinced the Cornwells to take her, she was meant to run into the street and be struck by a vehicle... the very day she was taken. I'm not sure why he's chosen to bring her into your life but perhaps you should ask her."

All color left Dean's face. "She was gonna die?"

"Yes. Don't worry, Zachariah didn't change anything, really. You would have dealt with her death exactly as you did her disappearance. Again, only Zachariah knows why he saved her, but perhaps Marion can shed a little light on the situation." Castiel said, gesturing toward the door.

Author's note- So, I have no clue how long this chapter is. I'm typing it up on my phone, but I think it's a sufficient chapter length. I've got plenty more, but it's all on paper so it'll take a while to type it on my phone. Good reviews and I'll be more inclined to spend the time to type :). Thanks!