Summary: Blaire left with her father to go and find whatever killed her mother twenty-two years ago, leaving her older brother, Dean behind. When they're reunited, they discover dark secrets about their family. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Blaire Winchester. I don't own some of the lines used either.

A/N: I'd just like to say a special thanks to Carver Edlund and Luckypixi for their support through this and all my other stories! You are both so awesome and thanks for having so much faith in my work!

Chapter 10, hope you enjoy! xxxxxxxxxx

The Paths We Tread

Chapter Ten

"Dad…" Blaire sighed, smiling as she did.

"You told them about the baby?" John asked, hurt and disappointment so clear in his voice, "You told them?"

"I'm so sorry, Dad…I…" Blaire breathed, "They'd have found out soon enough anyway! I'm an appalling liar when it comes to my brothers…and…they would've asked questions when they checked me for bleeding…"

"Great…and what did you tell them?"

"The truth, Dad…" Blaire replied, "Look…I know why you did it…I know we would've slowed you down but you could've left us at a motel…I…"

John hung up and Blaire sighed, covering her eyes with her hand as she hung up, breaking into tears. The last thing she wanted to do was hurt her father or her brothers, and since they'd met up that's all she seemed to have done. She'd made them angry about the baby, scared them when the demon attacked her and upset her father. Everything was all her fault…but she couldn't let it get her down right now. They had a case to do and their emotional issues would have to go to the back of their heads for now.

She wiped her eyes and sighed shakily, heading into the motel room and pulling out her laptop, smiling at the picture on her background. It was of her, Dean and Sam that had been taken just before Sam left for Stanford. Dean and Sam were kissing her cheeks while she blushed and grinned between them. She looked at her christening ring again kissing it and sighing before closing her eyes.

"I love you, Momma…" She whispered, "I wish you were here…I could use a bit of female guidance…a bit of understanding…"

She chuckled and wiped her eyes.

"I'm trying but men are difficult creatures to live with."

With a gentle sigh, she awaited her brother's return, deciding to write in her diary in the meantime while listening to music on her media player.

"What was it, the providence?" Dean asked as he, Sam and Blaire sat in their motel room, Blaire still disgusted by the stupid seventies decoration it was coated in.

"Provenance." Sam corrected, Dean looking at Blaire with confusion and trying to pronounce the word silently, "It's a certificate of origin, like a biography, you know? We can use 'em to check the history of the pieces, see if anything's got a freaky past."

"Oooh…I take it you boys have been busy without me." Blaire chuckled, "Find anything interesting?"

"Huh. Well, we're not getting anything out of Chuckles, but, uh, Sarah?" Dean replied, Blaire chuckling and looking at her brothers.

"Oh, Sarah? There's a Sarah?" She asked.

"Yeah. Maybe you can get her to write it all down on a cocktail napkin." Sam said, Dean chuckling in response.

"Not me." Dean said, Blaire and Sam knowing exactly what the older Winchester was implying.

"Great." Blaire thought, "Here comes the whole dating thing…and probably the sex thing…and I'm stuck here like a good little housewife…"

"Oh, no, no, no, no." Sam breathed, "Pickups are your thing, Dean."

"It wasn't my butt she was checkin' out." Dean replied, Blaire gasping and looking at Sam.

"Oh, Sam!" She said with a cheeky grin, "Getting looks from the ladies are we? It's 'bout time too, honey. I'm happy for you."

"In other words, you guys want me to use her to get information."

"Sometimes, you gotta take one for the team." Dean said with a grin, holding his cell phone out to the youngest Winchester, "Call her."

And this was just the thing that pissed Blaire off so much. If it was her having to go out on a date with a guy, the boys would be incredibly pissed, especially Dean. She could be happier if she was allowed to go out with a guy once in a while, if she could just pretend to be normal and not have to worry about a monster under the bed. When John had handed her that .45 when she was eight, she knew her life would never be the same, and she wondered through the years if it would get any better, but it never did. It was dangerous, frightening and horrible. She was beginning to hate it.

"What's with you?" Dean asked as Blaire let out a sigh, "You've been acting weird all night…"

"Nothin'." Blaire replied, "Nothin', I'm fine…"

"You're not, sweetheart…" Dean said softly, "You can tell me, you know…I'm not gonna bite your head off or anything."

Blaire took a deep breath and sat up fully, running a shaking hand through her hair.

"I spoke to Dad…"

"Oh my God…" Dean breathed, "What did he say?"

"Asked me why I told you about Ashley…"

"Ashley?" Dean asked, earning an almost child-like response from Blaire.

"My baby." She answered, like it was completely obvious.

"Oh yeah," Dean replied, "Sorry…"

"He hung up on me when I tried to explain that he could've left us at a motel or something…" Blaire whispered sadly, "So…I'm expecting the lecture of a lifetime when we see him again…if we see him again."

Dean sighed and looked over at his baby sister, moving over to the bed and winding his arms around her. This was odd. Dean didn't hug…not unless it was incredibly necessary and Blaire found herself being rocked gently in his embrace. She held her brother back and was happy for him to hold her. She felt a tender kiss being pressed to her temple and she sighed, rubbing Dean's back before he let her go. She had no idea tears were falling from her eyes and she sighed shakily, Dean cupping her cheek and wiping her tears away.

"Feel better?" He asked, Blaire nodding and smiling as she hugged Dean again.

"Thank you." She whispered weakly, "I love you, Dean."

"Love you, Blaire."

"So, she just handed the providences over to you?" Dean asked the next day as he and Blaire sat sharpening knives and cleaning guns, Sam seated researching to his heart's content.

"Provenances." Sam corrected, a slightly annoyed tone to his voice.

"Pro-provenances?" Dean asked, Blaire smiling at her older brother.

"Yes. I went back to her place, I got a copy of the papers." Sam replied, Dean raising his eyebrows.

"And?"

"And nothing, that's it. I left." Sam said, Dean chuckling a little.

"You didn't have to con her or do any special favours or anything?" He asked, Blaire tutting in response.

"Dean, would you get your mind out of the gutter, please?" She asked, Dean laughing out loud at the remark before looking at Sam.

"You know, when this whole thing is done, we could stick around for a little bit." He said, Sam looking up at him.

"Why?"

"So you can take her out again." Dean said, "It's obvious you're into her, even I can see that."

Now, Blaire was really quite pissed. This was unfair. She never got a chance to stay with anyone she was into. She had to pack up and move on the next day. Her longest relationship had been three days, and she'd been left behind to enjoy that before Dean had been sent back to pick her up. Sam, unbeknownst to Blaire, could see his sister was annoyed and upset by Dean's treatment of him so he put a stop to it.

"Hey," He said softly, "I think I got somethin' here."

Dean and Blaire moved over to look at the research, looking curiously as Sam handed them the provenances.

"Portrait of Isaiah Merchant's family painted in 1910." Dean said.

"Now, compare the names of the owners with Dad's journal." Sam said, Blaire and Dean reading carefully.

"First purchased in 1912 to Peter Simms." Blaire read, Sam nodding in response, pointing to the journal.

"Peter Simms murdered in 1912." Dean said, Blaire watching as Dean studied other papers, "Same thing in 1945."

"Huh. Same thing in 1970." Blaire huffed as she read the last name.

"Then stored until it was donated to a charity auction last month, where the Telescas bought it." Sam revealed, "So, what do you think, it's haunted or cursed?"

"Either way, it's toast." Dean replied, Blaire smiling in response and turning to clean her guns.

She might need them tonight.

"So," Dean began, "Blaire spoke to Dad."

Sam looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow.

"He hung up on her when she tried to explain what he could've done about Ashley."

"I can't believe he let her start showing before he killed the baby." Sam breathed, Dean nodding in agreement.

"She said that if he thought that she and Ashley would slow him down, he could've left them at a motel and then he just hung up." Dean explained, "But she's hurting."

"I can't imagine what she must be going through…" Sam breathed, Dean shaking his head in response.

"Yes, you can." Dean said softly, "You've lost somebody so close to you in a horrible way, Sam."

Sam sighed and looked to the floor.

"If anyone can help her through this, it's probably you."

Sam looked at his brother and stood, smiling weakly as Blaire emerged from the bathroom, evidence of crying clear on her face.

"You okay?"

Blaire nodded weakly and smiled a little, wrapping her arms around her younger brother and kissing his cheek. She wiped her eyes and shook her head, taking a drink of whiskey and pinching the bridge of her nose. They were about to head to the auction house and break in to burn that painting, and she just hoped nothing would go wrong.

-TBC-