Disclaimer: i do not own the characters Sam and Dean Winchester, i do own Taylor Winchester.
Ok, i'm really gonna explain the storyline cuz if i don't it might get a little confusing. So when Bobby and Dean found Sam, and the end of the second season, Sam didn't get killed, and that means that Dean isn't going to die! Yay! And they still killed the yellow-eyed demon, after the gates opened. Hope that makes sense, ask questions, if you don't get something!
Enjoy!
Supernatural: Taylor Winchester
Chapter 2
As soon as they pulled into town Dean complained of hunger.
"Dude do you think of anything other than food?" Sam complained.
"I think of plenty of things," Dean's stomach growled, "but this one is just too hard to ignore." Sam sighed as they pulled up to a bar/restaurant. They both got out and strolled in. The place was semi-crowded, there were a few guys playing pool at the back of the bar. They sat down at the bar. Sam ordered a drink and Dean ordered a burger. Country music played softly in the background. Sam sipped his drink and Dean drummed his fingers impatiently. Sam looked around taking everything in. There were neon bar labels hanging from the walls. The waitresses were all dressed in the same, tight black shirts and blue jean cut-offs. One particular waitress caught Sam's eye. She had long dark curls and bright green eyes. Something about her just seemed so familiar. Sam studied her for a few minutes, until she headed towards him. Sam turned around on the bar stool just as Dean got his food. The waitress carried the food tray to the bar but almost dropped it before she reached the counter. Sam tried to help her with the tray, but the look on her face stopped him. Terror and surprised filled her delicate features.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked. She just nodded in reply and scurried off to the back of the bar, disappearing through a door. Sam turned back to Dean just as he was stuffing his face with the burger.
"Did you see that?"
"See what?" Dean asked through a bite of hamburger.
"The waitress," Sam said, frustrated.
"What waitress," Dean said, craning his neck, "was she really hot or something?" Sam rolled his eyes.
"Never mind," Sam sighed. Dean shrugged and went back to his burger.
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About and hour later Sam and Dean pulled up in front of their motel room. They grabbed their bags out of the back. Sam unlocked the door and swung it open. He turned on the light and stopped short. Dean following close almost ran into him.
"Sammy, let's go, I'm freezing my buns off out here." Sam didn't move, frozen to the spot. Sam pointed to the girl sitting at the table.
"You're…you're the waitress from the bar." Dean pushed passed Sam into the room.
"That's the hottie you were talking about," Dean said grinning. Her eyes flashed.
"Shut your mouth Dean," she said, standing.
"How the hell did you know-," she held up a hand.
"Before you say anything else let me explain." She motioned for them to sit down. Sam reluctantly sat down. Dean stood still fuming. Sam looked at him.
"Let's hear what she has to say Dean." Dean looked at Sam and then at the girl, and giving in, slowly sat down. She nodded her thanks.
"My name is Taylor Winchester, I'm your half-sister." She stopped, reading their shocked expressions, then continued.
"I have proof," she paused and pulled out a piece of folded paper and some pictures. Then set them on the table. Dean took the piece of paper and unfolded it. It was her birth certificate. Signed John Winchester and Amy Rosenhaul, born 1988, she was at least 10 years younger than Dean. Stunned Dean handed the birth certificate to Sam, who glanced over it too, surprised at the age as well. Dean then studied the pictures, one of her and John, which looked like it was only a few years old, and one of her, John and another woman. Dean handed them to Sam, who looked at them quickly.
"Who's this woman?" Sam asked.
"That's my mom," Taylor said, sitting down on one of the twin beds.
"She's beautiful," Sam said, handing her the pictures and birth certificate back. She glanced at Dean and then at Sam.
"Why now?" Dean asked, meeting her gaze.
"What do you mean?"
"Why now, and not any other year?"
"Because I didn't find out about you until about a year ago."
"What?" Sam asked. "You mean Dad didn't tell you about us?"
"Nope, and I realized that he hadn't told you either when I saw you in the bar tonight."
"That's not unlike Dad, to keep secrets from us," Sam reasoned.
"Yeah but something this big?" Dean stood and paced.
"Dean he kept a lot of things from us why exclude this?"
"Can I talk to you outside Sammy?" Sam took one look at his brother and nodded.
"Excuse us," Sam said to Taylor. And with that they slipped outside.
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"I know your angry Dean, but if we have a right to be mad at anybody its Dad."
"I know Sammy, but how would she know about us all of a sudden and we just found out about her now?"
"How are we supposed to know we had a sister if Dad never told us?"
"What if she lying, what if she's a demon?" Dean stopped pacing to think about it.
"Dean, if she was a demon how would she have gotten a hold of the birth certificate and the pictures?"
Dean sighed, and ran a hand over his face, "Yeah you're right."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, each breath a fog of white smoke.
"Maybe we should get to know her Dean, at least while we're here on this hunt. Who knows she might even be able to help us." Dean looked at his brother.
"Ok, but only for a few days," Dean caved.
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The boys slipped back into the room. Taylor stood from the bed.
"Alright," Dean said, unsure what to do next. Then a thought occurred to him.
"How did you exactly find out about us anyway?"
Taylor smiled, "Well I just happened along the Road House one day and I heard Ellen and Jo talking about you too. At first I was a little skeptical, but then I checked it out. I figured you guys knew about me all along and just didn't want to come and find me."
"Huh, amazing, when in actuality neither of us knew," Dean said sitting down again.
"Well, I guess we could make the most of it now, I just wish Dad would have told us," Sam said. Taylor shrugged; she seemed to be lost in her own thoughts.
"Do you know about Dad's profession?" Dean asked.
"Yup, it followed him home once."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, puzzled.
"Well I had a dream about the yellow-eyed demon."
"Looks like that stupid thing wanted to ruin our whole family," Dean commented.
"Yeah, well I didn't want to believe at first, but when Dad explained it to me I kinda caught on. He didn't teach me much."
"Trust me, you don't want to get into this business," Sam said. Taylor just smiled in reply and a silence fell among them.
"Well I better be going," Taylor said, "but I'll leave you my cell number in case you guys need anything, while you're in town." She scribbled a note on a scrap piece of paper and with that she was out the door.
I really hope you guys like it! but i would also like some suggestions or just anything that comes to mind!
Thanx!
