Disclaimer: I still don't own supernatural and never will ~pouts~ otherwise there would be some wincest and Castiel would show up more

Warnings: Swearing

Beth yawned and slowly woke up to see both Dean and Sam still asleep. Looking at the clock she noticed it was just before six in the morning. Groaning softly she wondered if she should go back to sleep or just wake up. It was a habit she had from waking up for school very early to catch the bus. That and she thought she must be an insomniac because she always had trouble staying asleep throughout the whole night. Rolling over she made sure she hadn't disturbed Dean, who was a very light sleeper, before getting up. Since they were in a motel room and didn't want to get separate rooms so they could both protect her it was decided that Dean and Sam would switch sharing a bed with her. At first Sam had suggested Dean and him could share but that didn't work out since they both took up so much room that they were uncomfortable. Tonight it had been Dean's turn to share.

Getting up as quietly as possible Beth headed toward the motel's bathroom. She quickly did what she needed to do and then washed her hands with soap along with her face. When she came out Dean was awake and looking at her with concern. It was times like this when Beth wondered why he wanted to adopt her but the only answer she ever got was that 'he was attached' and that was it. That didn't' bother her since he truly did care about her like she was his own. "Did you have a nightmare?" he asked.

"Naw, I just woke up due to it being a habit. This is about the time I would wake up for school. Besides for years I haven't been able to sleep through the whole night. Don't worry about it it's normal for me," Beth assured him. He nodded his head and rolled back over.

"Try to get some more sleep," he told her.

"I will," she promised as she got into bed and laid down. It took her over half an hour before she was able to drift off to sleep.

Waking up again Beth looked at the clock to see it was nine in the morning. Sam was up and looking at his laptop for a new hunt. Dean was no where in sight so Beth figured he went out to get breakfast for all of them. It was generally Dean who went out while Sam stayed in. "Morning," Beth mumbled as she stifled a yawn. Sam looked up from his laptop.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" Sam inquired.

"Oh, I slept fine," Beth assured him. She didn't think she needed to tell him about waking up earlier since it wasn't anything to worry about. There was a silence for a minute before Sam had to ask.

"Are you happy here? I mean it's Thanksgiving and we don't have any fancy meals planned...Did you have any plans for the future? You know like jobs you might want or anything?" Neither of them heard Dean stop just outside the motel door. He had just come back and wanted to hear what Beth had to say. Pressing his ear to the door he listened in as best as he could.

"I am as happy as I can be," Beth rep;lied. "I miss my mom and both of my brothers, no matter how annoying they were, but that's all. Nothing was really tying me to that town. It was just another place that I lived. Besides I really don't care what we do for Thanksgiving since my past Thanksgivings have always been either awkward or really horrible. Either we went to my dad's side of the family where they annoyed me, my grandma came over which meant we had to be extra polite, or we got injured. One year my brother Joseph cut of a slice of his thumb while cutting up the tomatoes," Beth told him.

"What about future plans?"

"Well I kind of thought about being a psychologist because I really like to help people with their problems but it wasn't a great passion of mine. Yes it was something I wanted to do but I wasn't as into it like most people would be. I only really chose it because people kept saying 'think of the future' and similar things. Also I've always been interested in mythology and the supernatural."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it fascinated me when I was younger I would dream of fairies, elves, phoenixes, and dragons. Then as I got older I started reading about vampires, werewolves, and ghosts. It was actually my family who got me to believe that these creatures existed. I used to swear my mom was an angel and that some of our neighbors were evil beings. I was actually glad when Dean confirmed my beliefs even though I would have liked it done during better circumstances..."

"I just wanted to be sure..."

"Because you're worried about me. I get that but you don't have to worry so much. I'm fine an like I said as happy as I can be. You and Dean are really great guys."

It was around that time that Dean walked in with the food. He pretended that he hadn't listened into their conversation as he held up the food like a trophy. "Morning Sam, Beth! Hope yo don't mind cinnamon rolls and bacon Beth. Sam I got you some eggs, sausage, and fruit, because your so girly like that." He was in a good mood after hearing Beth talk. Part of him had been worried about what she might want or if they were disappointing her in some way. To hear she was happy made him feel great. He didn't let it show to much but he noticed that Beth looked at him like she knew.

"That's okay I'll eat almost anything," Beth told him. "As long as it doesn't have nuts...I'm not allergic I just don't like them." Dean nodded and made a mental note for future references.

"So did you two children get along while I was gone?" Dean teased.

"Yes, dad," Beth retorted. Dean paused for a moment. He had wanted to be a dad to someone ever since he had raised Sam. The moment didn't last long as he rolled his eyes at her.

"Brat," he muttered.

Sam was the one to remind them that their breakfast was getting cold which stopped their teasing, even if it was reluctant. Dean ate his meal with gusto, scarfing it all down as fast as he could and making a mess, while Beth ate at a more controlled rate. After breakfast Dean decided it would be best to find a deserted area, preferably in or near the woods, so that he could begin teaching Beth all that he could about hunting. Seeing as how she would be traveling with them he wanted her to know how to protect herself against any danger there was. From human to supernatural. He agreed with Sam that she wouldn't go on the hunts with them, but she still needed to learn hot to take care of them and herself for emergencies. Dean figured that maybe in the future she could come with them if she wanted and they could all hunt together. "So what do you know that could help you in hunting?" dean asked her when they reached a clearing in the woods on the outskirts of town.

"Well I know the basics of shooting a rifle or pistol, using or throwing a dagger or knife, how to use a staff or metal pipe, and a bit about self defense. I'll need to work on accuracy, speed, and endurance though..." Beth informed him.

"At least we aren't starting from scratch, and I think Sam mentioned some of this..." dean trailed off as he thought back. Some of it did sound familiar but he wasn't sure if it was Sam that told him.

"He might have. I told him how my brothers both taught me how to fight," Beth replied. "I wasn't as specific in listing off what I knew though."

"Any reason as to why they taught you all this?"

"They wanted to make sure I'd be able to protect myself. Pretty much they had the same reasoning you did...in their own unorthodox ways."

"Well then, let's get started."

Dean first made Beth jog half a mile before giving her a small break. After about five minutes she had to run another half a mile. Dean made her do this routine until she had made three miles. By the end of the second she was panting heavily. She did her best not to complain despite her thighs burning. Normally she didn't run this much and knew it would take some getting used to, however she was willing to push herself. Joseph used to tell her the burning meant her muscles were strengthening already. Next she did some jumping jacks, push ups, and sit ups. She did pretty good and at the end Dean praised her. Even though she was tired he made her spar since she had to be ready to fight no matter how tired she was. He pointed out all the flaw in her form so she could correct it. By the end of the session Beth was extremely tired but rather happy.

Sam scolded Dean when they got back to the motel saying he had pushed Beth to hard. Beth was a little wobbly but she still defended Dean and his training methods. The subject was dropped since Beth wasn't complaining about the tough workout. They ate a late lunch of potato chips and pop from the nearest convenience store. Dean started laughing when Sam nearly spit out his drink from laughter because Beth kept chanting 'chug chug chug chug' over and over. They lazed around for a bit and then Dean announced they were digging up the bones for the case Sam had found that night. The research was already done, and it appeared to be a simple salt and burn so he figured they should get it done sooner. Sam looked at Beth to see if she was okay with that to find her writing something in a notebook. Beth suggested a small dinner before the hunt as a sort of thanksgiving meal. Dean said they could go to the diner that was just down the street.

None of them wanted to order turkey which made Beth want to chuckle because it would be her first Thanksgiving without it. The dinner was nice enough without it and the people there thought that one of them must have burned a turkey in the oven or something since they were there. Dean had blatantly flirted with the waitress who flirted back until Beth whined 'dad'. She backed off making Dean glare at Beth until she pointed to Sam. "He bribed me to do that I wasn't planning to," Beth responded. "I get a bag of cotton candy, and sour gummy worms, plus some orange pop for my trouble." He then directed his glare at Sam.

"What? It's a family meal you don't need to be flirting with the waitress," Sam said using his puppy dog eyes. "Besides what kind of an example are you setting with Beth."

"Bitch," Dean muttered crossing his arms.

"Jerk," Sam automatically replied. Turning to Beth he asked, "What are you thankful for?"

"Chocolate," Beth stated seriously. "It makes everything better."

"Seriously?"

"Naw, I'm thankful to be alive, that I got to meet you two, and chocolate," Beth stated. "How about you guys? What are you thankful for?"

"Family, the Impala, and pie," Dean replied. Sam rolled his eyes because he expected that and was glad that Dean didn't mention sex.

"You guys," Sam eventually responded.

They had apple pie and pumpkin pie for dessert at Dean's insistence and enjoyed the rest of the evening. When it was dark enough Dean dropped Beth off at the motel telling her not to open any of the doors or windows for anyone and to salt everything. Beth agreed and did what he said before switching on the TV. She wasn't sure how long it would take them to take care of a ghost but she sent a small prayer for their safe return. There was no way she really believed in God despite her beliefs in the supernatural, but she figured that if she was wrong and there was a God that he might listen. Around one in the morning Sam and Dean stumbled in looking worn out and battered. "Are you guys alright?" Beth asked looking them both over for injuries.

"Nothing to bad," Dean told her brushing off her concern. "While I was trying to dig the grave the Casper popped up and noticed what we were doing. He knocked us both around a bit. Besides a few bruises we're fine."

"So you got him then?"

"He's gone."

"I'm glad you're both okay," Beth told him honestly.

"Thanks. Anyways I call first shower," Dean remarked changing the subject. He grabbed a pair of sleep wear and walked into the bathroom shutting the door behind him.

"He doesn't like it when conversations get emotional does he? Or when other people are concerned about him."

"Dean has a 'no chick flick moments' policy and rarely if ever has heart to heart talks," Sam replied. It was how they were raised and grew up.

"That explains it."

Weeks went by in a similar fashion. They would move town to town, sign Beth up for the local school, train, hunt, and when it was over they would leave. Once they were done with a hunt thjey would move to the next town and repeat the process over again. Beth was slowly getting better in martial arts. She could take down someone that was bigger than her and knew some strategies in case she was cornered by more than one person or thing. Sam would try to keep everything as normal as possible for Beth who repeatedly told him she didn't need him to do that. It was appreciated but unnecessary. Dean pushed her with training but would praise her and use positive reinforcement, which Sam was thankful for since he never got that, and would give advice. When he wasn't doing that he was an overprotective mother hen who would fret at any injuries she got or if he heard of someone picking on her.

At one of the new schools she had gone to there was a group of misbehaving guys who had taken to annoying her whenever possible. Beth had bluntly told them to leave her alone and not to mess with her but none of them seemed to listen. Their leaded, a muscular guy with sadistic tendencies, had pulled a prank on her which tore the sleeve of her hoodie. Normally that wouldn't have bothered her but it was the hoodie that had previously been her brother Joseph's. It was brown with a red Mario mushroom on the back that said 'magic' and on the front it had the Nintendo logo. Glaring at the guy she punched him once in the solar plexus which winded him. Luckily for her no one reported it, however, he followed her back to the motel to get revenge only to face the ed of a shotgun and a pissed of Dean. The guy never messed with her again along with anyone else at that school.

Currently it was the day after Christmas and t hey were all lazing around the motel room. Dean and Sam had finished up a hunt with Sam getting a sprained wrist and some bruises while Dean had bruises and aches all over. It had become habit now for Beth to pray for their safety. She realize pretty quickly that they were trouble magnets. That didn't bother her as long as they came home relatively okay. "Hey Beth," Dean said contemplatively. "When is your birthday? We've been with you for about a month now and you haven't said anything about it at all."

"December twenty-seventh," Beth replied.

"Oh thanks...wait. Isn't that tomorrow?" Dean asked shocked. Beth shrugged her shoulders. Personally she hadn't cared about her upcoming birthday.

"Yes, so?" Beth responded.

"Well why didn't you tell us anything sooner? We could have got you something!"

"I didn't see the need to?" Beth said somewhat unsure. "I'm not much of a party person and never really cared much about my birthday after the age of eleven. Last year all I did was go to restaurant with my mom and that was it. That was more of a traditional thing though more than anything else."

"We still would have liked to know," Sam told her. "Even if you don't care much for your birthday we can still get you a small cake or something. It doesn't necessarily have to be a big thing if you don't want it to."

"You'll know now for next year?" Beth offered smiling. Dean laughed at her innocent tone remembering how Sam would do the same thing all the time. "At least I told you before it was my birthday. Sure by one day but I could have told you months later."

"Is there anything you want?" Sam asked. Beth shook her head no.

"Nothing in particular. I mean some candy canes, and a cappuccino in the morning would be really great," Beth told him.

"That's all?" Dean asked slightly surprised. He only really had Sam as an example for what kids would want and act for holidays. Beth was similar to Sam in not wanting to much but just something small to satisfy the need he felt to buy them something. It didn't seem right to him that she would only ask for that. Most girls her age wanted make-up or clothing, or some kind of girly thing. "You don't want any make-up? Some perfume? Clothes?"

"Make-up makes my face itch, while I'm not allergic it's annoying. Clothes well I have plenty and I hardly ever wear perfume," Beth told him. Checking out the clock she noticed how late it was and decided to get some sleep. "I should probably get to bed now anyways." Dean and Sam looked at the clock and agreed. It was nearing midnight and they didn't want her staying up to late. It was Dean's turn to share his bed again with her and as soon as she laid down he was tucking her in. He had started doing that a few weeks back and since Beth didn't complain he didn't stop. Beth was groggy and on the verge of falling asleep as she whispered, "Night dad."

Dean had to swallow in an attempt to moisten his throat since it had gone dry. Many emotions ran through him. Part of him wondered if she had mistaken him for her real dad but he highly doubted it with how she talked about him. He had always wanted someone to call him dad once Sam had left and he didn't have anyone to care for anymore. Dean didn't want to get his hopes up though, for all he knew it was just a fluke and she'd never call him that again. Sam tried to talk to him about his reaction but he brushed it away. It wasn't long before they both went to bed also.

"Morning dad," Beth greeted Dean the next morning. Luckily he wasn't drinking any coffee because he would have spit it out.

"Good morning..." Dean replied awkwardly. "Um..If you don't mind me asking...Why are you calling me dad? I don't mind or anything...I'm just curious."

"Because I see you as a father figure," Beth stated.

"What about your real father?"

"Biological father. I can't say real since I haven't spoken to him in months. Also, what about him? We were never close or anything and he hasn't even contacted me after mom and my brothers' deaths. I have very few fond memories with him. The guy was never home! On Monday's and Thursday's he had bowling but every other night he sat in a bar and hung out with his buddies way past the time I went to bed. At times I wondered if he cared since he was the one to divorce my mom saying he couldn't handle commitment after almost twenty years of marriage. He called me maybe every two weeks, and forgot important dates. If I was still with my mom she would have probably had to call him to remind him it's my birthday. So really, I see you as more my father than him," Beth ranted using vague hand gestures as she talked. Dean was speechless and didn't know what to say.

"Um...thanks I guess," he managed to say. He rubbed the back of his head slightly before deciding it was time to lighten the mood. "So what's that make Sam?"

"Sam is the mom of course," Beth replied mock serious.

"Hey!" Sam exclaimed offended. Dean burst out laughing and nearly fell out of his chair.

"Oh, and why is that?" Dean asked between laughs.

"Because he's more emotional and touchy feely than you?" Beth said innocently. "That and his hair, girlish figure..." Dean was having a laughing fit while Sam looked very pissed off.

"You are not calling me mom. I don't care what else you use but you are not going to call me mom, mother, mommy or anything like that," Sam stated annoyed.

"Oh quit sulking," Dean told him.

"I am not-!"

"So would Aunt Samantha or Uncle Sammy work?" Beth inquired.

"What?" Sam asked wide eyed.

"Well I can't call you Uncle Sam," Beth replied. "That makes me think about all those join the army posters. You know where 'Uncle Sam' wants YOU to join the army. So that leaves Uncle Sammy since you insist you're a guy or Aunt Samantha since Dean says you're such a girl. Your choice," Beth explained. Sam groaned.

"Just Sam is fine," he told her.

"If you say so..." Beth responded. Dean gave her a high-five as she grinned from ear to ear.

"They grow up so fast," Dean said mock sniffling. Sam hit him upside the head and huffed in anger. Dean teased Sam some more before they all decided to go and get breakfast. Since it was officially Beth's birthday they let her choose where they would go eat. She ended up choosing a Denny's that was only two blocks away from the motel. They all got their usual meals despite the fact they told Beth she should try something different for her birthday. She told them she didn't want to and left it at that. It was nice and peaceful and everything Beth could have ever asked for. Part of her was sad that she wouldn't spend her birthday with her family ever again but she was starting to see a new family in Sam and Dean.

After breakfast they went to the Candy Shop because Dean told her they all needed some candy but she knew that the main reason they went was so he could get the candy canes she asked for. When she tried to protest Dean didn't listen, and Sam told her to get used to it that for holidays they would spoil her whether she wanted it or not. They ended up getting bag fulls of candy for the next trip but Beth knew they wouldn't even last that long. Dean also felt the need to buy her a stuffed wolf since he remembered that it was her favorite animal. Beth gave him a quick hug as thanks for all the things he did. She decided to name it Fenrir and wouldn't set it down even when they had lunch. "I take it you like the stuffed animal then?" Dean asked teasingly.

"Of course!" Beth replied pouting. "I've always liked them and probably always will. When I was younger, yes I know I'm still young, I had the top of my bed covered in stuffed animals. The few friends that came over said it was creepy since I made them all face the door. Also it's a wolf. How could I not like it?"

"What happened to the rest of your stuffed animals?" Sam asked conversationally.

"Had to give up more than half of them when we moved to Texas and after my family's death I gave up a lot more. They were just to many to carry everywhere I wanted. Then I left a few at the Brenton's since I didn't want to take up to much space in the Impala," Beth explained. Sam felt bad that Beth thought that and wondered where she got the idea from.

"You didn't have to do that," Sam told her.

"I'm kind of used to packing only what I need and little else from all the family trips we went on," Beth said shrugging. "During the summer we would go on family vacations around the United States. We'd take about a week or two and it was only my mom and two brothers. One year because Joseph was working we took my grandmother...before she passed away."

"Guess that helps since we're traveling all over," Dean commented.

"It does," Beth replied.

"So where all have you been?" Dean asked. "Well before traveling with us."

"I lived in Michigan, in two different towns. I've been to Illinois, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Tennessee, Kentucky, and Missouri. Other than that I've passed through Ohio, Indiana, Maryland, and West Virginia. Of course you found me in Texas..." Beth replied thoughtfully.

"That's a lot of states," Dean said letting out a small whistle.

"Must have been fun," Sam commented.

"Oh it was," Beth said smiling. "We would go to zoos and amusement parks, historical landmarks, weird places that were in the area...I enjoyed it very much."

"Why did you move to Texas in the first place?" Dean inquired.

"Well my mom wanted to go back to her home state and have us closer to her side of the family. She hadn't been able to really get us to meet her side of the family though. She had been in the middle of tracking them all down so we could visit. I doubt any of them knew I existed and most who might were strangers or those that contacted my mother through email every off chance," Beth told them shifting a bit.

"Are our questions bothering you?" Sam asked noticing the movement.

"Not really. I just usually never talk about it," Beth replied. "You have to ask me certain things otherwise I won't tell. Like my birthday. I probably wouldn't have said anything about it at all but you asked. It's not that I don't like people knowing or am uncomfortable with telling people I just never really talk about it."

"You will tell us if we bother you or do something wrong then, right?" Dean asked.

"Yes, dad, I'll tell you," Beth said.

"Good, you better or else you're grounded or something," Dean said mock sternly but it was lost when he said the or something.

"So what's next?" Beth asked. "We had breakfast, got candy, Dean bought me a stuffed animal, and we had lunch. The motel room?"

"We should have dinner first," Sam suggested.

"Your choice," Dean said.

"Take out Chinese then," Beth decided. "I love Chinese food."

"Chinese it is then!" dean exclaimed happily.

Beth chuckled and followed Sam and Dean to the Impala. This had turned out to be a better birthday than what she had expected. She hadn't planned on telling them it was her birthday so she thought they'd do what they normally did between cases and just hang out looking for the next hunt. It had been a peaceful, relaxing day and way more that she had expected when she had told them. She thought maybe they would go and have dinner but not all this. Everything had been perfect though, from the moment she woke up until now. "Thanks dad," Beth whispered as she shut the Impala door behind her.

TBC!

I hope you liked this! Please R&R! Happy Halloween folks have a Supernatural time!