After four days spent researching, tracking possible cell phones, calling people there was a chance she knew, hacking into police records and surveillance cameras, Sam and Dean found themselves parked up across the street from a motel in the middle of Ohio. It didn't look to be a great neighborhood, the motel in front of them run down and depleted. Dean leaned his head back slightly and released a long sigh, the frustration and tension had been constantly building over the past few days, the weighing feeling that they were getting absolutely nowhere pressing down on him. "This is taking forever." He complained, his eyes falling to the bar beside the motel which the owner at the reception desk had told them would be the most likely place to find her. "I don't see why we can't just go in there and find her." He muttered, looking down at his watch again, they'd been sitting in the same place for over an hour, not even sure on whether or not she was in there. For someone who hadn't been brought up in the same way that they had and someone who wasn't supposed to have the same set of skills that they had, Dean had to admit that this girl was pretty good at covering her tracks, and that there was a good chance she'd be able hold the law off without needing their help.

Sam sighed deeply and shook his head. He'd been trying his best to be patient with Dean, trying to understand how much harder this must be for him to process, but his patience was beginning to wear thin. Dean was becoming more and more agitated by the minute. "And what, Dean?" He said, his tone letting on that he was prepared to have this argument again if Dean wanted. "What, just march up to her in the middle of a bar and say, oh by the way we're your brothers?" It came out more sarcastic than he'd intended. They were both tired, they were both stressed and they were both curious. He could only imagine that however hard he was finding it to take in the news they had a sister, it must have been so much harder for Dean. He'd already known her, he remembered her and he'd lost her.

Dean shrugged at him, as if to say what's the big deal? "Well, what do you think we're going to say when we do tell her? Sit her down all sweetly and say what, hey we're your brothers." He deadpanned. "There isn't really another way to drop news like that, is there?" Sam rolled his eyes slightly and opened his mouth to argue, stopping himself as the side door of the bar swung open, a young girl walking outside. She kept her head down as she crossed the street towards the motel, her face most covered by either her sunglasses or her dark brown hair. She was wearing some tight black jeans, high-heeled black ankle boots and a dark grey vest under her black leather jacket. "You think that's her?" Dean asked, eyeing her suspiciously as she ran up a flight of stairs to the second floor and came to a stop at one of the doors, knocking on it and folding her arms across her chest.

Sam glanced down at the mug shot on her police record before looking back to her, narrowing his eyes. "Sure looks like her." He muttered. "I mean, it wouldn't exactly be surprising if she'd changed her hair, right? She is on the run from the cops." He noticed her looking around slowly as she waited for whoever was in the room to open the door. "Whatever she's doing, she looks like she's up to something shifty." He added.

Dean frowned as the door was pulled open, a guy looking her up and down before stepping aside to let her in and slamming the door closed behind them. "I don't even think I want to know." He mumbled, now having a pretty good idea as to what was going on. His mind jumped from that to all the worst possible scenarios about what she could be doing in there with that guy. For all they knew, they could both be possessed, she could be some kind of hooker, or just some kid that had gotten herself mixed up in witchcraft or black magic. Then again, she was twenty-one, that could be her boyfriend, or her husband, she might even have kids. He hadn't thought of that, for all they knew she had her own family now. She might have other brothers or sisters from the family that adopted her, she might want nothing to do with him and Sam. Dean shook his head to himself, thoughts like that sure didn't help the situation. "I swear, the second she leaves that room we're going to talk to her, whether what we say freaks her out or not."


They sat there for almost an hour before she finally left the motel room again. She walked out alone, slamming the door closed behind herself and shrugging on her jacket as she walked casually towards another room, four doors down, unlocking it and letting herself inside. Sam glanced over at Dean and raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to say something. "So, what now?" He pressed when Dean didn't respond. "Go talk to her?" He suggested.

Dean only frowned to himself, looking between the room she'd just left and the one she had just entered. "What if she's killed him?" He said slowly, as though he was in deep thought when he'd said it.

Sam scoffed, not realising at first that he was being serious. "Oh, Dean, come on-"

"Sam, we barely know anything about this chick." He cut him off sharply.

"We know that she's our sister." Sam reasoned, his voice remaining calm, much calmer than Dean's was.

"Yeah, and she's also just murdered her parents." He countered darkly. "Who the hell does that?" Sam didn't answer him, just looked straight ahead out of the window and shook his head. "Or suppose demons found her? She could be possessed."

"I'd say that was a pretty small chance, Dean." He answered flatly, his brother was clutching at straws now. If he didn't know better, Sam would've said that his brother was nervous.

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Do you wanna risk it?" Sam only sighed before climbing out of the car and shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, crossing the parking lot towards the motel. Dean stopped outside the room and pounded on the door with the side of his fist impatiently, shooting Sam an I told you so look when no one answered. He knocked louder before shaking his head and bringing up his leg, kicking the door open. The guy they'd seen answer the door earlier was standing in the middle of the dim room, wearing just his jeans and looking like he was halfway through a plan to bail out the bathroom window. Dean looked him up and down and shook his head slowly. "Relax, we're not cops." He muttered.

The guy seemed to calm down slightly at that, looking less on edge. He looked between them and took a step back. "What d'ya want?" He asked simply.

"The chick that was just in here, what do you know about her?" Dean asked, clearly becoming increasingly agitated.

"Not much." He muttered. "She didn't really do much talking."

Dean looked up as Sam nudged him in the arm, nodding over towards the table where there were small bags of drugs, some he recognised as heroine, some as cocaine and some as marijuana. He turned back to him, his face hard, glaring straight at him. "Did you just sell something to her?" He demanded, his voice low, threatening.

The guy scoffed and shook his head. "That's between me and her." He said simply. "Now, get the hell out of here before I really do get pissed."

Dean went to take a step towards him, stopping as Sam grabbed the neck of his jacket, pulling him back before he had the chance to do anything. "He isn't who we're here for." He muttered calmly. "Let's just go."

Dean shook his head, obviously pissed, and tugged himself from Sam's grip, turning and heading towards the door without looking back. Sam followed him, pulling the door closed loudly behind himself. "Alright," Dean breathed out, composing himself slightly. They made their way towards the room they'd watched her go into earlier, coming to a halt outside. "-so if she's on the run from the cops, she's not going to answer the door is she?" He mumbled, more to himself than to Sam. "Kick it down?" He asked lightly. Sam nodded at him, taking a step to the side to give him more room. Dean took a breath and kicked in the door, marching forwards into the room.

The girl from earlier was standing towards the side of the room, frozen in the middle of looking through her bag on the table, her eyes wide as she looked between them in complete shock. Before she had a chance to react, Dean took a step towards her and grabbed the small flask of holy water from his jacket, throwing it over her front. "What the-" She began, looking more confused than ever.

"Be quiet." Dean muttered, grabbing her around one of her wrists and pulling her arm out towards himself, dragging a sliver knife over her arm, hard enough to draw blood.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" She pulled her arm from his grasp and punched him hard in the face, taking the opportunity while he was slightly dazed to knee him in the stomach, knocking the air out of him. She took a couple of steps back, her eyes never leaving them, and grabbed a gun from her bag, pointing it between them.

"Whoa!" Sam yelled, holding his hands out in front of him to stop her from shooting. "Just, calm down, alright?" He said slowly. "We're just here to talk."

The girl narrowed her eyes. "Tell that to your psycho friend there." She muttered, pointing the gun more in Dean's direction.

"Yeah." Dean mumbled, looking up at her and holding a hand to his stomach where she'd hit him, still slightly winded. "You're the one who murdered her parents, and I'm the psycho."

The colour drained completely from her face at that comment, like she thought she was busted. She took a step away from them, her grip on the gun visibly tightening. She looked between them slowly, her jaw clenched, she looked ready to shoot them. "I don't know what you're talking about." She said quietly.

"Sure you don't." Dean continued lightly. "I mean I uh, I dig the hair, really, but sweetheart did you really think that dying your hair was gonna be enough to keep the cops off your ass forever?"

Sam shot him a look and shook his head, turning his attention back to her. "Calm down, that's not what we're here for." He said, giving her a small smile, trying to seem less threatening.

She held the gun still, watching them warily. "Alright, so if you're not cops, then who are you?"

"My name's Sam. That's my brother, Dean." Her eyes flickered over to him, still holding his stomach as he gave her a slight nod. "Victoria-"

"Tori." She cut him off simply.

Sam sighed and nodded. "Tori," He repeated slowly. "-look, this isn't gonna be an easy thing for you to hear," He paused, not knowing what would be the best way to go about saying it. He decided to just get straight to the point, the way that Bobby had told them. "We're your brothers."


Ahhh! So I'm kinda proud of myself at how quick I manged to write this chapter, and I'm super excited for Tori's reaction, the next chapter is where it starts to get fun ;-) So hopefully, fingers crossed, it should be another quick update because I know a lot of you hate me when I leave it on a cliffhanger ;-) Thank you so much for the reviews/favorites/follows and for reading, the support means everything :-) Hope you liked and maybe leave a review if you did? THANKYOU!
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