Summary: When Dean's 22 and Sam's 19 they find out they have a little sister who's 15 years old. When they seek her out, they find she's been abused.

Ch. 1: You're Adopted!

I pulled my knees together as I sat huddled in the corner of my room. I was sobbing because my dad had just got done beating me for talking to my older brother, Chris. My ribs hurt and I'm pretty sure my eye will be bruised in the morning. Plus, my nose was bleeding. It hurt so much. He said that Chris was special and I was a freak and didn't deserve to even look at him. I just wanted to talk to him, just talk. We're family, right? Not according to Dad, or Mom, for that matter. They blame me for my little sister's death a couple of years ago. That's when both Dad and Mom shunned me and started to abuse me. They said I should've looked after her as the older sister and said I should've seen that truck coming. I didn't see it, I swear, but they blame me all the time. Chris is the apple of their eye and I'm happy for him, at least he's loved. I wished they loved me again, like they used to. I started sobbing and put my head down into my knees. Why was life cruel to me? Suddenly my mother came bursting in and I dried my eyes quickly.

She glared at me with pure hatred clouding her eyes. "We need to talk to you, bitch," she said abruptly and left. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Nothing's going to change…there's no use crying over it. So I took another deep breath, fixed my hair, and went to see what they wanted. It wouldn't be anything good, I promise you.

I closed my eyes as I walked down the stairs. I spotted my parents sitting in the kitchen, so I went slowly because I'd just gotten a beating and I didn't want another one so soon (or ever, but there's no pointing hoping). I nervously sat at the table across from Mom and Dad. They looked kind of nervous and I saw a shadow of the old Mom and Dad before the accident.

"You wanted to see me?" I said apprehensively, staring at my shoes. They didn't want me to look at them when they were talking to me. Only Chris was allowed to look at our parents. I sighed mentally. Life was horrible.

"Yes," my father said seriously, no trace of anger or hatred in his voice but shame and love? I looked up surprised and saw that both of their faces had softened and were looking deeply ashamed of themselves. I quickly looked back down at the flash of annoyance crossing my mother's face.

I heard my father take a deep breath and then he said something that I would remember for a very long time. "Brit (he hadn't called me that in a long time), there's something we need to tell you. (A pause and then…) You're adopted."

I stared up at them with my jaw dropped, not caring that I wasn't supposed to even glance at them. "I'm…WHAT?"

"I'm sorry, honey," he said, looking genuinely apologetic while the words he had said had double meaning. "I should've told you. I - I know that these past few years were horrible because of us and I wanted to let you know that we were going to give you back to your family, so you won't get hurt anymore. I couldn't be more sorry now about what we did to you and I'm afraid if you stay longer, you'll lose yourself or die. We've hurt you too much and I want you to be happy no matter our actions. I know you won't believe this but I just wanted you to know. I'm very sorry even though that won't change anything. We love you, Brittany, and we always will. Right, Rhonda?"

My mo-I mean my adoptive mother had been sobbing the whole time. She nodded silently while still crying. I was completely shocked. Dad and Mom still loved me? Then why all the pain and hurt? Why? And Dad - I mean, Gary - was right, it still didn't change anything. I just stared. I was speechless.

"Look, we don't have much time, and I need to tell you that your brothers, your real brothers, who are Sam and Dean Winchester by the way will be coming to pick you up in a couple of days. We sent them a message and they've received it by now. So you need to start packing your things. It'll be hard to see you go, but you be safe and loved. I'm sorry about every-" That's when he stopped and his eyes turned black and then turned back to normal. Mo-I mean Rhonda's did the same and then they glared at me. I started to shake and thought, 'Back to the drawing board.'

"WHAT THE HELL HAVE WE TOLD YOU ABOUT LOOKING AT US!" Rhonda screamed at me. I flinched and my eyes filled with tears. "God, you're such an ungrateful whore. Speaking of whore…sweetie, would you do the honors?" She smirked at my adoptive father and he grinned manically. Oh no.

I jumped up and started to run, but Gary was too fast and he caught me. He punched me in the face and growled, "Don't you dare run away from me, you stupid whore!" He grabbed a tight hold of my wrist and dragged me to his and Rhonda's bedroom. I started to choke on air and cry. No. No. No. Please no.

He glared at me and yelled, "SHUT THE FUCK UP, BITCH!" And he back slapped me across the face. I yelped and hung my head. Still holding me, he grabbed some rope out of his dresser and put it on the bed. He dragged me back to the door and locked it. He grinned evilly and I shook again, praying for God to help me wherever he was. 'I wish Chris was here,' I thought helplessly. 'But he's at school.'

"Take off your clothes," he demanded, staring at me with lust-filled eyes. I whimpered and shook my head 'no' but that was a big mistake because he punched me hard in the gut and I wheezed, coughing. "NOW!" he roared and I was forced to obey him. I stripped of my ragged clothes they get me out of dumpsters and other filthy places. A minute later I stood naked in the middle of the floor shivering from the cold and from fear.

A few hours later…

I lay broken and bloody on my horrible excuse for a bed (a broken cot), weeping for my adoptive parents, my adoptive sister, for Chris, and for me. I was hurting physically and mentally and it was just too much. I wanted my real family now. It was like earlier hadn't happened and they were still evil. I fell asleep a few minutes later, still naked and more bruised then I'd ever been. I'd never forget tonight, because tonight my innocence was ripped from me. Then…the nightmares began, more worse than ever.

[End of Chapter One]