Summary: Delaney Mannings is dropped off at with the Winchesters a few months after her fathers death. She stays with them for two years and they become close. What happens when she has to go? What happens when she comes back?

Chapter Two: Sam and Dean Winchester November 30,1990

"This is my oldest. Dean." John gently pushed an eleven year old boy foward. He had a handsome face with greenish-hazelish colored eyes and brown hair."And this is my little boy. Sam." John ushered another young boy foward. He looked about seven with eyes almost the same color as his older brother.

"Boys, this is Delaney. She's going to be staying with us for a while so be nice." John made a stern serious face over Delaney's small head.

"Why are you making that face?" Sam asked without fear because he knew his father wouldn't do anything to him in front of their visitor. It's not like he ever laid a hand on them but he made them exercise their butts off and Sam really wasn't in the mood for it these days. He was still sore from the wrestling match with Dean over the remote control. Remembering that Sam glared at Dean.

"Because he wants us to be nice to her. Because… she's a girl." Dean smirked obviously not catching the glare Sam was still giving him.

Delaney glanced up at John trying to see in his eyes if it was true. John cleared his throat. The moment was awkward.

"That's not true. Now be nice and lights off at ten." John ran his hand through his hair and slumpered over to his work. He was tracking a very disgruntled werewolf or at least that was what it looked like to him.

Delaney placed her pack on one of the old squeaky beds and turned to face John.

"What time did you go to bed?" Sam questioned. Dean sighed. "What? I'm not bothering you!"

"Don't bother her. She doesn't want a baby for a boyfriend." Dean plopped down on the other bed.

"I'm not a baby!"Sam blushed.

"I went to bed at eight." Delaney turned to them.

"At eight?" Dean scoffed.

"Momma said you're better prepared if you sleep early and wake up early." Delaney shrugged.

"Your momma?" Sam glanced up at her. Dean sat up and watched Sam carefully. Delaney glanced at him then back at Sam.

"Yeah. She's a hunter and so am I." Delaney beamed.

"You can't be a hunter." Dean lay back down once he saw that Sam was okay. He smiled up at the ceiling.

"Why not?" Delaney's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Because you're a girl. Girls suck at hunting." Dean said in a voice that was rich in confidence.

"That's not true." Delaney clenched her fists angrily. The window rattled loudly and they all turned. When they were sure it was nothing they turned back to eachother.

"It's a fact of science."Dean shrugged. Delaney opened her mouth to protest but Sam interupted.

"Where's your mom?" Sam asked. Dean flicked his eyes toward him.

"She went hunting but she'll be back for me." Delaney scooted towards one of the chairs by her side.

"Let's hope she doesn't hurt herself." Dean chuckled.

"What does being a girl have to do with being good or not?" Delaney remembered her anger. John looked up then turned back to his work. He knew she would teach them a lot. He felt it. "Your mom was a girl, too!"

Dean stiffened. "Don't talk about my mom." Dean muttered. Sam looked back and forth at them.

"Don't fight, guys." Sam walked over to Dean and put a hand on his shoulder. Dean shook it off.

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring her up like that."Delaney stammered. She slowly walked over to them. She brushed her long hair out of her face looking down at her small feet. She sighed then held out both her hands. "Friends?"

Sam immediatly took one and shook it enthusiastically. "Sure!" He hadn't made his way to his shy state yet.

Delaney smiled faintly then turned to Dean. He was turned away from her still fuming. But, Delaney persisted. Finally Dean turned to her and held her gaze. She knew it was a test. She didn't blink and after a while Dean broke it and reluctantly took her hand.

… December 21, 1992 About 2 years and 22 days later. Sam: 9 years Delaney: 11 years Dean: 13 years

"Have you heard anything about her? Has she called?"Delaney trailed behind John as he went around the motel room organizing the freshly cleaned weapons. The drapes were securely closed and the T.V was on extra loud so passerby wouldn't hear their strange conversations. Sam was reading on the sofa and Dean was sticking his face in a huge plastic plate of fries.

"No, Delaney."John sighed. He grabbed a shotgun and handed it to Delaney who knowingly took it and placed it in the cleaned section.

"She said she would come for me." Delaney murmured queitly. She hadn't spoken to her mother since she had dropped her off. Behind her back without her noticing Dean looked up worriedly. John caught sight of him and felt an ache in his heart. His sons had become too attached to her. Dean saw his dad look at him and turned his hurt look into a neutral expression but it was too late.

"And she will when her job is done."John sighed. Delaney had heard that so many times!

"That job is sure taking long." Delaney rolled he reyes and blew at her bangs.

"The trick is to be patient." John rumpled her hair as he passed by.

"Yeah,yeah. What's here?" Delaney snatched a fry away from Dean who had been muching on them greedily.

"A werewolf."John answered.

"Can I help, Dad?" Dean smacked Delaney's hand away as it came for more.

"Yeah. Just let me pack the stuff we'll need and then we can head for the job."John disappeared into the restroom.

"Can I?" Delaney called.

"No. You stay home with Sam." John reappeared a few seconds later. Delaney opened her mouth in disbelief. Sam was already so used to it he didn't protest.

"What? Why can't I go? I'm just as good as Dean! I didn't miss one single shot yesterday!" Delaney held up a finger.

"Sure." Dean put in. Delaney smacked him on the head.

"Stay with Sam."John pulled her out of the way so he could get to the supplies.

"Fine. And this isn't home anyway."Delaney humphed.

"It is for us!"Dean gave her the biggest exaggerated smile he could and his eyes looked almost closed.

"Shut up." Delaney glared.

"Look, don't be mad. I'm sure you can dress up Sam in a little dress and add a little pink bow to his hair."He smirked.

Delaney stood staring at him for a moment. Then, she lunged for the large plate of fries sitting on the small old table in front of them. Dean, having fast reflexes from the training, grabbed it before she did. She stopped then tried to get a fry. He pulled it to the side away from her. Immediatly afterwards she tried for another and she got it.

"Ha." She bit it victoriously. Before she ate the rest Dean snatched it away form her and ate it.

"My fries." He said.

"Asshole."

"Frizzy haired freak."

"Look who's talking."

"My hair is not frizzy!" Dean checked his hair with his hand.

"Sissy." Delaney chuckled.

"Yeah, maybe. But who still gets to go on the hunt?" Dean smirked.

"Cute." Delaney glared.

"I try." Dean stood up and started to walk away. Delaney glared at the back of his head while calculating how much satisfaction was to come if she tripped him, when she saw the unprotected plate of fries. Dean stopped as if reading her mind and Delaney reached for it. Dean pushed her aside and took the plate.

"Come on!" Delaney shouted.

"Bye, Laney." Dean laughed.

"Don't call me that, jerk." Delaney slumped down in a chair. She flipped through a magazine angrily. Dean paused to examine her. He sighed then placed the plate of fries in front of her.

"I don't want them!" Delaney huffed.

"Take them. He ruffled her hair. Delaney looked at him, suspicous. She shrugged when she detected no scheming.

"Thanks." She said as she started eating the fries.

"I can't believe we fought over fries." She later on added.

"I can. The best food known to man besides burgers and pie." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, freak." Delaney said sarcastically then rolled her eyes back.

I know I named this chapter Sam and Dean Winchester but pretty much only gave Dean. I wrote this out first so I had a problem with the chapters being so long! I had to cut them short and rename them. The next chapter you will hear and see a lot of Sam. I wanted to say thank you to the people who alerted and favorited this story! You guys are awesome! I don't want to be all clingy and obnoxious but if you read this guys could you please leave a review? Please! I would like that very much! I also wanted to say thank you to OlliMolli! I love that girl. She recently told me an idea for a new fan fic of hers and it was awesome! Go check her out! I also wanted to say thank you to AirInThere! That girl is so funny! And so nice. And her writing is beyond awesome! She has inspired me more than once! Check out her stories! Life of a Hunter and the sequel! Please review! I am begging of you guys! I know you can! I also don't mean to sound all annoying and if I am annoying you I'm sorry. Thank you!

~ Mar98