Disclaimer: Sam, Dean, and Bobby belong to Eric Kripke

"Why her?" Jordan whimpered looking directly at bobby. Dean an d sam both followed her gaze to the old man. What it the world was she saying? She turned away breaking down into sobs.

"Jordan, hey, what's wrong?" Dean said touching her shoulder lightly. She flinched away, "c'mon, Jordan talk to me," Dean was seeming to be getting nowhere, as he furrowed his brow in frustration. Bobby was frozen still with a deep look of contemplation on his face. And sam…well sam was just confused.

Dean turned to bobby to see if he had any idea of what was going on when bobby looked up quickly, rolling over to the bed. Dean moved quickly out of the old man's way. Once bobby reached the bed he picked up the picture off the bedside table and studied it for a second before finally he reached over to Jordan.

Jordan was still sobbing her whole body shaking. She yanked away from bobby's hand. She was to scared to look at him. Remembering that was just to much for her.

"abby?"

Everyone in the room froze except for bobby who had uttered the name.

Sam was scared dean would recognize it, Dean was amazed that she was actually bobby's adopted daughter, and Jordan's feelings were mixed. First of all she was amazed that bobby had recognized her, Then she was scared that he would be mad, But the she was even more afraid that dean would recognize the name from when he had somehow got her papers just before she died.

"abby?" Bobby said again when she didn't answer. What exactly was she supposed to say? Yes? No? maybe? Was she supposed to keep quiet? Or say something? She wanted to look at sam to see if he knew what she should do but that would mean rolling over. Which also meant looking at bobby.

"abby, sweetheart," Bobby's voice was so calm. So soothing. But hearing it brought back images. Images of him stabbing Karen to death. Jordan shivered at the memory.

"Abby, look at me," Jordan shook her head. If just his voice brought back that memory so strongly what would his face do?

"Please, Abby," Dean took her hand in his as he spoke. Dean using her actual name made her feel funny. He had used it once before… that was a very bad memory to. Tears welled in her eyes. So many memories. So much pain. She hated the name now. Everything it reminded her of…

"Abby," Now it Sam speaking it.

"Abby," Bobby said something after her name but it was all she heard. Abby, Abby, Abby. It wouldn't stop. Why did they just keep saying it?

"Ab –"

"Stop it!" Jordan shouted, cutting Dean off mid-word, "Stop saying that!"

"A –"

"That's not my name!" she screamed, "That's not my name," Now she was sobbing, "My names Jordan," she cried, shaking her head back and forth on the pillow, "Jordan, not Abby,"

Everyone was silent. While her face was invisible to them it obvious she was crying. Her body was shaking violently with each sob that escaped her mouth, and a pool of tears was forming on the pillow beneath her head.

"Jordan," Dean said, rubbing the back of her hand comfortingly. That name was so much better than any other he had ever used. Maybe because it was one he had never said with hatred in his voice. Bela… Abby… any of her alias'. Always such hatred.

Another hand touched her bare arm. It was wrinkly and rough. But gentle. Very, very gentle. Bobby.

She heard Sam cross the room to the other side of her bed and hold onto her other hand.

Jordan peeked out, she could see bobby and dean but Sam was out of her eyesight. But he knew he was there.

None of the boys spoke a word, but they all sat, reassuring her with their presence.
Jordan still couldn't bear to face them. The glimpse of Bobby and Dean alone was too much for her to handle. She turned her head back into the pillow and cried softly to herself, hoping Bobby and the Winchesters wouldn't notice the tears beginning to flow again.

Sam sat watching the two men he called family, his eyes darting between the two of them, trying to read their expressions.

Bobby's emotions were running him rampant. He was unaware he ever had any, and now he was feeling them all at once. Some anger and frustration over the secret this girl had been keeping from him, but also happiness and blissful joy at the thought of having his daughter, or some part of her, back.
Dean was slightly saddened, but not for himself. He felt for Bobby, and tried to think the situation from his point of view. And his heart broke for Jordan... Abby. She must have had a reason for keeping her identity a secret. He could only imagine how hard it must have been not to let it out of the bag sooner. Dean knew what it was like to lose his father. Even with their faults, he couldn't imagine having John back and not being able to tell him he was his son.

After more than five minutes of sitting in silence, Bobby heaved a sigh. He released the grip he had on Jordan and began to wheel his chair away from the bed.

"C'mon boys, let's give her some time to breath."

Dean looked up to the man he considered a father with glossy eyes.

The heartbreak on Bobby's face was undeniable. He didn't want to leave the room, he didn't want to leave the girl he knew was his daughter, but he didn't want to cause her any more pain either. He reminded himself that she would still be at home even if he wasn't in the room as he wheeled himself out, hollering at the boys to follow once more when he hit the kitchen.

Dean took a breath to steady himself and Jordan felt him rise from the bed. Dean placed a hand on her shoulder apprehensively, touching her as lightly as he could. She flinched from him away, and Dean retracted his hand instantly. He left the room slowly, breathing deep as he wiped his eyes. Dean left the room in the same somber manner Bobby had, leaving Sam alone with Jordan.

The giant man stood, having taken in the whole scene in silence. He felt the need to voice his opinion, for the sanity of all parties concerned. He spoke calmly, in an even, cool, comforting tone. In the way a brother might calm his younger sister.

"We care about you more than you could ever know. Those two guys love you, both of them, and you're breaking them. I can't imagine what you've gone through, but if anyone can help you through it, it's them. We're here for you Abby. Please remember that."

Sam left it at that, choosing to exit the room before Jordan could speak her mind. Everything he said was true. He only hoped she believed him.

Big thank you to my friend Lesley (Monday Next) for helping me finish this chapter. I got stuck about halfway through and she helped A LOT. So please review! XD