Sam POV

I could tell Dean was seething. It was funny, my brother wasn't usually a silent brooder, but when my dad was involved all those good little soldier instincts kicked in and he just sat around and stewed in his own rage. I made a big deal about my childhood, and it really was pretty awful in places, but honestly the thing about my dad that made me angriest was what he had done to Dean.

Dean was old enough when mom died to still remember what being a kid was really like, and young enough to desperately need validation from the only remaining parent he had. Dad lost it when mom died, and the only way he knew to cope was to fall back on the structure and framework of being in the marines. During those years when I was too young to remember dad became more of a drill sergeant than a father and for some reason my brother idolized him for it.

Dean never understood how awful it was what dad did to him, and it made it even worse. He always played the loyal soldier and followed orders. The only reason I ended up half as normal as I did is that Dean, who still remembered enough of his childhood to understand how important it was, couldn't bring himself to be the bastard to me that dad was to him. I got grow up with something like an actual dad while Dean spent our lives being ashamed of himself for being weak enough to give me what childhood I managed to get.

A part of me hated my dad for that, and probably always would, but only a part. I mostly understood that he had never really been meant to be a single parent and hadn't known how to be a father to us with all the damage he did to himself. Dean, though, Dean believed our dad always knew what he was doing, that there was a purpose and a point to how we grew up. He needed to feel like dad had a plan so he could explain his childhood as some kind of grand design and not a series of horrible failures by a borderline abusive alcoholic sociopath.

I winced a bit at that last thought, it wasn't really fair. Dad was focused but not evil or horrible. He was just a lousy father. The thing that had me worried was that I think Dean had just figured that out. If he admitted to himself that dad was as big a mess as we were, then everything he had been through and done became pointless. He had to accept that he had been playing loyal foot soldier to a man who had no more idea what we were doing that we did ourselves, and that might just break him. Dean may not be religious, but he was a man of faith, he worshipped our dad, and I didn't know what he would do if he lost that.

I would never say any of this to Dean of course. If he hadn't gotten there himself I didn't want to be the one to push him over the edge, and if he had I didn't want to rub salt in the wound. Not to mention the fact that he hated talking about anything emotional and would probably just brush all of my opinions of as Psych 101 bullshit. Which wasn't entirely wrong really, I had come to several of my realizations about our childhood in my Psych class. Nothing like a class about how normal people think to drive home how screwed up my life was.

I was brought out of my reverie by a thump as Dean punched the steering wheel. DEAN, who once pulled a gun on a window washer because he tried to squeegee the windshield actually struck a part of his precious baby. This…was going to be bad. My brothers voice was hoarse "How could we not know? How could HE not know?" I winced at the dry rasp in his throat. "A sister, Sammy. A little girl who grew up all alone. No big brothers to watch over her or chase off boys or pick her up when she fell down, no dad to teach her to drive or fix a car or shoot a gun."

I refrained from mentioning that she'd had a mother and friends, because that wouldn't matter to Dean. Dean was completely devoted to the family. The idea of this little girl growing up without the three of us to protect her had to be breaking his heart. It wasn't sexism or anything like that, at least not consciously, though Dean was certainly the kind of person who would feel worse about this because she was a girl, it was the idea that a Winchester hadn't had the chance to know the safety and love of our family. I blamed my father for a lot of things, but the one thing he did right was teach us how important family was, even if he thought I hadn't learned that lesson.

The worst part was that Dean couldn't even be mad, not really, Dad hadn't known he had a daughter, but that made it even worse. Dad hadn't just betrayed the family, he had betrayed Deans superhero ideal, had betrayed my brothers impression of his infallibility. I saw Deans face harden as he shook off his reverie "Well, we're going to keep her safe now. The demon took mom, theres no way its taking her too. That little girl is getting hurt over my rotting corpse. We may have missed the first sixteen or so years of her life, but we're damn sure we get to be there for the next sixteen, and that she gets to live them in the first place."

I couldn't argue with that, and nodded to my brother when he glanced over. "Don't worry Dean, it's been a long time since mom died. The Demon is going to find out its not so easy to hurt a Winchester anymore. This time, he's going to be the one who finds himself in over his head. That yellow eyed bastard has no idea whats coming for him." And for the first time in the hours since our dads call, I saw my big brother smile. I almost felt sorry for the bastard. Almost.

Faye POV

Diana and Cassie dropped me off at home at about ten. We'd been researching all day and into the next night trying to find any reference to anything similar to Cassies dreams. Without my moms book the only real options we had was the internet. Interesting fact, people get set on fire A LOT, I was honestly starting to worry about someone just walking up to me and lighting me up like a human marshmallow.

Despite my newfound fear of all things thermally inclined and a serious tension headache from spending all day staring at a computer screen like some kind of loser nerd me and the witches of leastwick had found exactly nothing of any relevance to the situation. I'd gotten so bored looking I had started pulling up loudly graphic porn videos and blaring them through the room while we looked, just to see Dianas face turn beet red from all the dirty talk.

Amusingly, Cassie seemed mostly unphased by the noisy erotica and even made a few derogatory comments about my taste in porn, which really brought her up a notch or two in my estimation. Knowing Black Magic Barbie had a sense of humor was as welcome as it was surprising, and she seemed to enjoy watching Diana squirm as much as I did. It wasn't a malice thing, I loved Di, like the sister I never had, not as much as Mel but still, she was family. She just took herself so damn seriously. I couldn't resist the urge to tweak her uptight little nose.

I considered it my personal mission in life to make my loved ones smile. Or cringe. I smiled sadly as I thought about Nick, who had so often been my partner in crime when we were growing up. He had really been the only one who got the need to make the world a little lighter. I stopped my reminiscing and looked suspiciously at the truck in my driveway. Mom hadn't mentioned having anyone over, and I doubted it was a guy. She hadn't been seeing anyone since she ended things with Dianas dad.

I furrowed my eyebrows and called to my magic, feeling it rise to meet my will with a smile. As shitty as that mess with Cassie and Dianas dad was. Having our powers unbound and free again was definitely a perk. I sure as hell wouldn't complain about having my magic back without having to hold hands with one of the other super friends.

I stepped up to the door, carefully turning the knob as quietly as possible, but before I could open it, the knob was jerked out of my hand as my mom flung the door open. Smiling in a weird, half relieved half afraid way I had never seen from her before. I raised an eyebrow at the odd display "Well hello there mother dear. Can I help you with something? Did you accidentally take a double dose of your usual Prozac and Vodka cranberry? Your face looks like you just had a stroke. Or I just had a stroke. Or you were listening to the Stroke. You always hated Billy Squier."

I suppressed a tiny grin as her odd expression twisted from a grimace to a confused scowl. Sadly she knew my tricks too well because she shook her head and focused up instead of going down the rabbit hole and getting distracted. "Please come inside Faye, theres someone here who wants to meet you. He's driven quite a ways to get here so at least TRY to be polite."

Naturally I had no intention of doing any such thing as I followed her happily into the living room to find an older man with salt and pepper hair and a beat up hunting jacket sitting on the couch nursing a beer. He looked up sharply as I came in, and I nearly winced at the intensity behind his gaze. This guy seemed…off, not crazy or anything but dangerous, a threat to anyone he decided he didn't like. A smart person would be as polite to this man as possible.

So naturally I started teasing him immediately "Ok if this is an arranged marriage thing I can tell you right now I'm not a virgin so that's going to seriously impact my dowry." His face twisted in confusion as I turned to my mom " Not to mention we don't even have any livestock, unless you're planning to turn some of the townspeople into pigs and cows, because I could probably live with that if I got to pick. He's cute enough for an old guy and Lacey Keller was being a giant bitch about my jacket last week."

My mothers face was a new level of horrified, which I consider a personal victory, but rather than grimacing the new guy was just laughing quietly to himself. My mother glared over at him "Don't encourage her! I have enough trouble dealing with her manic sense of humor as it is, if you feed her ego she wont even bother with the rare moments of sincerity she currently has!"

The new guy just grinned at her "Sorry Dawnie, she just reminds me a hell of a lot of Dean-o when he's tryin' to get a rise out of somebody. You can be damn sure she gets that sense of humor from my side of the family. Her brother is even worse when he wants to be, god knows Sam is going to have a coronary trying to run herd on them both. God help Chance Harbor when they get here. Though I'm expecting some epic fights too, she's every bit the free spirit you were, and Dean is going to go spare trying to chase off the boys."

I raised an eyebrow, having a sneaking suspicion I knew who this guy was based on that "my side of the family" comment but not sure and sure as hell not willing to be ignored "Excuse me Davy Crockett, I don't know who the hell you think you are, but nobody comes into my house and talks about me like I'm not even there. I don't know why you would want to meet me but the feeling is not mutual, so you can just go ahead and get back in your redneck mobile and yee-haw it back to whatever log cabin you hightailed it over here from."

I was lying, I had a sneaking suspicion I knew exactly who he was, but it sure as hell didn't buy him any good will if I was right. I didn't want to deal with this, I had bigger problems to handle and despite whatever the hell my mom thought this guy could do to help, Cassie, Diana and I were more than capable of handling ourselves, and if we weren't we still had Jake Melissa and Adam to help. My mother looked scandalized "Faye Chamberlain!" I noticed she didn't say anything stupid like trying to force mke to apologize or anything. My mother knew me pretty well.

The guy just smiled at me "No Dawnie, she has a right to be mad. Though I know she's figured out who I am from what I said, aint no such thing as a stupid Winchester, though we're most of us damn fools. You know who I am Faye, and youre right to be angry at me. If I was in your shoes I would be angry too, though if your youngest brother is to be believed you dodged a bullet not having me as a dad. Regardless of your feelings I heard whats happening and I'm here to help."

My mother looked even more upset "John that's not fair, I didn't tell you about her, it isn't your fault you weren't here. If she should be mad at anyone it should be me. I should've gotten in touch years ago. I had the number and never used it, her not having a father was on me." I was…shocked. My mom didn't take responsibility for things I actually caught her doing, never mind volunteering blame for something someone else was trying to take the fall for.

John just shook his head "And she very well may be angry at you, though I would've liked to avoid that if I could've. But logical or not I wasn't here, you were the parent that was around. I know enough from what little parenting I managed to do of my boys that hurt isn't about what makes sense or whose to blame, it's about pain and anger and having a place to aim it. So I'm right here Faye, if you want to be angry, then do it, if you want to yell or throw things or hit me, go ahead, but if you want me to abandon the daughter I didn't know I had to the same son of a bitch that murdered my wife, then you're asking for the one thing in this world that I refuse to give you, little girl. I'm not goin' anywhere."

I clenched my teeth at that, because he was right. It didn't make sense that I was mad at him, but that didn't make the anger go away. His fault or not he hadn't been here, and I didn't need him now. My friends and I had handled demons before and we could do it again. But I felt the tension drain out of me at that thought. Hadnt I just been thinking about Nick. The last time we went up against demons we paid a pretty heavy price, and I wasn't willing to pay it again. I walked over and slumped bonelessly down into the chair opposite the couch he was sitting on.

I glared at him again but it had lost all its heat. "Well, if I don't have a choice I might as well make use of you. So what do you know about this demon?" He didn't exactly look happy with the de-escalation, which I was glad of, but he certainly backed down from looking like he was about to fight. I couldn't help but notice the way he clenched his jaw when he was digging in his heels looked an awful lot like me when I was angry, but I strayed away from that thought about as soon as I had it. Best to avoid that kind of thing.

John let out a breath "that's the million dollar question isn't it? We know a few things. We know he has yellow eyes and is exponentially stronger than your average demon. We know he travels with a posse and brings natural disasters in his wake as he moves. And your mom has been able to dig up a bit from her book. Enough to get us a name. Azazel." I tried to think back, I had heard that name before, somewhere. Not in moms book but somewhere else.

John saw my face and nodded "Probably sounds familiar if you ever looked into demon lore. He's a pretty big one, specifically he makes an appearance in the bible. To him ascribe all sin. He has a rep for being the guy who invented weapons and gave them to man, also for some reason jewelry and makeup, so he has a lot to answer for." He shot me a wan smile, trying to make a joke for my sake but obviously his heart wasn't in it.

I grimaced at the news, that sounded…bad. I was feeling a lot less stubborn and argumentative now. This wasn't the time to throw fits about my daddy issues, even I could see that. "So…you said he causes natural disasters, he should be easy to track then, right? And we haven't had any here so he hasn't arrived yet right? So we find out where he is, gear up and go pop the son of a bitch, family style. Mom and I have some serious juice, and we can bring Cassie and Diana and even the other members of the circle. With you there we can smoke this asshole easy."

Johns face actually went pale and his eyes went wide "No! For multiple reasons that isn't happening!" He took a breath and calmed down "I understand the urge, trust me, but I've tried it. The disasters take a while to start up and a while to fade, and they're huge. Knowing what major city to find a demon that strong in isn't enough to go on. Not to mention he knows we're looking and he's going to be waiting for us. The biggest reason is that Cassie and Diana shouldn't be anywhere near the bastard. The circumstances of their mother's deaths combined with their dark magic make it likely he has an interest in them, if they're targets we cant give him a shot at them, whatever he has planned for those girls wont be good."

I scowled, but I could see his point. "Ok so what, we just sit around and wait for him to come to us? We have to be able to do something! From what you said this asshole hates our family and he likes to kill loved ones as motivation. Forget Adam I bet he's going to come for me! A Winchester and a friend of both Cassie and Diana? That's a two-fer if I've ever heard one!" I felt fear creeping into my voice, I wasn't usually one for panic but I also wasn't an idiot, this shit was dangerous.

John stood up and walked calmly over to put his head on top of my head. Normally I would've shrugged it off, but something about his presence was steadying in the face of all this fear. I was afraid for myself, for my mom, for Adam and Cassie and Diana, and even for John, who a part of me really did want to get to know. This demon asshole was a threat to my whole world, and I couldn't do a thing to him. I didn't want to lose anymore friends.

I was mortified to feel tears streaming down my face, and went to wipe them away when John pulled me up into a hug. "You don't know me, little girl. You haven't been around me for your whole life, haven't heard any stories or seen pictures, but let me tell you something. I will let you down as a father, I will fail you and disappoint you just like I have your brothers, because I was never a good father." He pulled me away from him to stare into my eyes.

"I am a bad father, but I'm the scariest goddamn monster hunter you've ever met. I cant promise to be a good dad, or to make you happy, or fix anything in you life, but I can promise that itll be a cold day in hell before I let any monster, even that yellow eyed son of a bitch, hurt one of my kids. I will make you safe Faye. You have my word." And as I leaned back against his chest, allowing myself to cry in front of both my parents for the first time, I kind of believed him.

Ok folks, this update is a long time coming, I still plan on continuing this one any reviews would help me with motivation lol. Keep in mind reading this while I do have problems with Johns parenting style I'm writing this in character. Sams views on his father aren't mine, theyre his, and this is season one, my girlfriend just got murdered and I had to quit college Sam. He isn't well disposed towards John at that point and is more than a little given to flights of self pity, deserved as they may be.