On the Road

After several tense hours of deafening silence, Sam snuck a peek at his brother. Dean's hands were gripping the wheel of his beloved Impala. Gripping so hard in fact, his knuckles were a snowy white. "Probably to keep them from shaking," Sam thought to himself. Steeling himself for the imminent argument, Sam finally asked, "So… are we going to talk about this or what?"

"Talk about what," Dean replied playing stupid, "About the fact that there are no tunes playing?" He leaned forward and pushed play on the tape deck. Metallica's "King Nothing" blared around them through the speakers, "There we go. Much better."

Sam rolled his eyes, leaned forward and turned down the music. "Dean! You have to tell me what's going on."

"Dude! You don't ever touch a man's stereo! Have you learned nothing?"

"DEAN!"

"Fine! Fine, we'll talk about it! Have our angsty chick flick moment! Are you happy?!"

"Ecstatic," Sam snarked. "Get on with it."

"I was 17. We had just got to Oklahoma. Dad was looking for a werewolf…"

Flashback- 1996

The Impala roared up to the front of Oakhurst Creek High School. Having just dropped Sam off at the middle school, Dean pulled the classic car into the student parking lot and surveyed his surroundings. "Another day, another new school." Dean sighed as he put his car into park. Taking one last glance at himself in the review mirror, Dean pushed the driver's side door open and made his way to the large brick building.

He saw the typical groups of high school kids; jocks, Goths, preps, stoners and scrubs. That's when he saw her. Striding ever so confidently across the plush lawn, a flaxen haired goddess with crystal blue eyes and the body of a supermodel. As they crossed paths, there eyes locked. She gave Dean a shy smile and a small wave.

"If there's a God, I will know that girl by the end of the day."

End Flashback

"Her name was Andrea Taylor," Dean said, "we were together for a month. Dad bagged the werewolf and we left town. Apparently in our 'relationship', I managed to father a child."

"Are you an idiot," Sam asked, "Condoms, ever ring a bell for you?"

"Yeah, but see, I have this douche bag little brother who took my supply and made water balloons!" He sat silent for a moment, "This is partly your fault!"

"Cause I prevented you from buying more? Yeah, I think not." Dean had no retort for this, so Sam moved on, "What's her name?"

"Alexis", the older brother said. "Can we not talk anymore? I need to think."

"Yeah, sure, whatever you say… Daddy." Sam's raucous guffaws reverberated through the car, earning him a whack to the back of his head.

"Shut up Sam!"

Alexis fiddled with the ring she wore around her neck. It was white gold, studded with square cut black diamonds. It was her mother's ring. She sat on the edge of her bed; it was the last of her belongings that remained in her childhood home. She stood up, and pulled on a gray thermal shirt over her white tank top. Walking slowly to her bedroom door, she took one last look at her bedroom. Stifling her tears, she shouldered her duffel bag and made her way to the knocking downstairs door.

Her uncle Beau answered the door before she reached the bottom of the stairs. He pulled the door open. There, on the porch stood two men. Staring uncomfortable amongst each other, Sam broke the silence. "Hi, I'm Sam Winchester," the tall one said, "This is my brother Dean."

"Beau Taylor," the older man said waspishly, "Come in."

The Winchesters stepped into the foyer. "So you're the man who knocked up my baby sister at 17, and then left her to raise your bastard child."

Dean felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as his blood pressure went up, "Excuse me?" He took an intimidating step forward.

"Ahem," a voice cleared there throat. All eyes went to the stairs. "Hi. I'm the bastard child he mentioned."

"Alexis, meet your family. Guys, she's yours now. Good day." Beau opened the front door.

"Are you even going to say good bye to your niece," Sam asked.

Beau stood silent, his gaze never wavering from the door. Alexis hurried out the door. The boys following her, "Dick," Dean said brightly.

The front door shut with a loud slam. The trio stood on the porch. Alexis furtively holding back tears. Once again, Sam broke the silence," Alexis… I'm Sam.."

"I heard," she said cutting Sam off. She turned to Dean, "So, you're my dad."