Chapter 2: The retrieval

Still 11 years ago

"This is bullshit dad! You can't pack up in the middle of a hunt and leave those people in need of help behind. YOU ALWAYS TOLD ME THAT" Dean exclaimed

John snapped around and grabbed Dean roughly.

"You watch your mouth Dean! You finish packing up your brothers things an-,"

"IM FOURTEEN YEARS OLD I CAN SAY WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANNA SAY"

"Don't start Dean I am not in the mood. Now like I was trying to say take all the bags to the car."

"I can't carry all that stuff you know that!"

John released his eldest son from his grasp and started for the door "I thought you were fourteen, doesn't that mean you can do everything?" He answered smartly.

Dean sighed as he looked at his younger brother.

"Come on Sam," Dean guided his eleven year-old brother, "help me out would ya?"

Sam looked up into his brother's eyes with admiration.

"Sure Thing!"

After Dean, with some help from his younger brother, finished packing the car he slid into the back seat of the Impala and turned on his walkman releasing the loud sound of Metallica's Enter Sandman. John Sighed as he turned on the engine and looked over at his precious eleven year-old who had taken Dean's usual seat of shotgun.

"You know Sammy, I'm glad you're still young enough to respect me" John said.

"It's SAM! Jeez Dad! How many times do I have to tell you?" Sam rebelled.

The frustrated youngster climbed over the glove compartment and hopped into the backseat with his brother now furious about the child-like treatment. John set the car into reverse and whispered to himself

"I hope to god my little girl will love me more than those two do right now."

As the eldest Winchester man drove he couldn't help but think of the letter he had received nearly 13 hours ago. His mind was racing with questions. How did she find me? Lord knows I travel a lot, I mean mail at a motel, who does that? Probably the same person who hide the fact that you have a daughter! A daughter. The thought blew his mind. He had a daughter, it was registering. He held his foot against the gas pedal with more force now. He wanted her safe. He wanted her love. He wanted to see her face. Touch her hair. Keep her out of harms reach that has gripped the house. How would Monet look now? Monet, he was sure that if she were to have stayed he could have loved her. No. He sent her away. It was the best decision. Why? Took keep her from being hurt by the Supernatural. Great job John, he thought. The two boys in the backseat were getting antsy. A 15 hour drive, without a stop, without food. Dean knew that something big was happening. Had his dad found the demon that slaughtered his mother mercilessly? He thought it was the only logical explanation.

The Impala screeched to a halt.

It was just after midnight in Miami Beach. John looked around the block, most houses had some sort of light on some for security reasons some just people inside their homes watching TV. He looked up at the house he had parked in front of. It was pitch black. The windows showed a darkness greater than the midnight sky. John rushed inside forgetting all weapons, common sense, and left his two boys sleeping in the backseat unattended to. As soon as John kicked open the door he heard it.

A gut wrenching scream.

He rushed up the stairs to the room where he assumed the scream came from. He saw a small dark haired girl sitting upright with her legs against her chest hugging them tightly. She was staring at something above. No John, he thought, don't look up. He couldn't resist. He looked up and saw Monet pinned to the ceiling.

"John she whispered weakly take her, take her and go quick!"

"Mummy!" The girl screamed

John picked up the young girl and started to run back out taking one last look at the flames that now started to engulf the British beauty.