This story is slightly based on my other story renegade but other then a few small common themes, it will have a completely different plot line. I hope you enjoy!

Roslyn hesitated outside the house; she wasn't sure if she really wanted to go inside. All she could think about were the blank stares that protruded out of her father and uncle's lifeless eyes, the smell of their flesh as their bodies burned on top of their respective pyres and the blood stains that covered her jacket.

Her phone read 6:47 in the morning. Roslyn didn't know if she would be awake, she could be, a lot of jobs started at 7 and the car that was registered to her was still in the driveway, so Roslyn knew she was home. It didn't take long for her to become restless, her knee started shaking, her teeth clinched. It didn't help that her gut was burning every time her wound was jostled, she hadn't been able to dig the bullet out and the more she moved, the deep it seemed to go. Had she been thinking clearly, she would have found her way a hospital, that wasn't the only gunshot she suffered, but the one on her shoulder was a simple flesh wound.

Everything in her head seemed to be flowing through a muffled filter. The lights seemed dimmer than they were supposed to be, it took her several seconds to process any new sound. It was amazing that she was even able to drive all the way here let alone know where she was.

"To hell with it." She turned the Impala off before climbing out of it. The idea of coming here had popped up after she went home to find the bunker completely empty. The only sound being the gentle hum of the air conditioning and the beating of her own heart in her ear. She didn't want to be alone, but everyone she considered family had been killed, but there was one person who might work, one person who had up until now, dodged the bullet that came with being involved with the Winchesters and that was her mother.

Dean Winchester and Jenifer Jareau had met one another in their teens, they skipped the friendship stage, becoming really close, really fast. A few weeks passed, and Jenifer got some unexciting news, news that caused her mother to almost kill her and John to nearly disown Dean.

JJ's parents, both deeply religious, automatically banned any speak of abortion and demanded that JJ be home schooled for the entirety of her pregnancy and give it up to the state after the baby was born. JJ fought them the whole time. After having lost her sister a few years earlier, she couldn't think of giving her baby away, even if it meant being disowned. Her parents refused the idea of having a bastard grandchild growing up in their house, they refused to allow Dean any contact with JJ, and they refused to let her leave and raise her baby somewhere else. Eventually, JJ's father managed to get his daughter to relent. Dean offered to take the baby, well, more like demanded. And though JJ's parents didn't like that idea either, once Dean signed the birth certificate, there wasn't anything any of them could do. JJ's only request was that she be named after her sister, Roslyn, and that Dean give her a locket that JJ's grandmother had given to her before she died. All of which Dean held up without complaint.

John eventually relented after Dean's argument about monsters being able to use her as bate if they ever found out. It would be better if they could protect her. That's how Dean ended up a young, single father and how Roslyn was raised without a mother, but now, Roslyn was standing on her front porch. She could see a light on inside through the frosted glass as well as someone's silhouette moving around.

Roslyn leaned heavily on one leg, her other own barely able to support her and she briefly wondered if she had more injures then she thought. She had her hand pressed against the wall of the house to keep herself balanced as black spots floated around in her vison. Her stomach churned and flopped around, her thoughts were muddled and scattered. Roslyn wasn't sure when she decided to knock, or if she thought about it at all. 6:58 her phone read when the door opened and JJ stood in front of her, half of her hair straightened, the other half clipped up.

JJ looked at her expectantly, her eyes moving over Roslyn. She took in the cuts and bruises that covered her face, the posturer that clearly said, 'I'm in pain' and the somewhat glassy look in Roslyn's eyes.

"Are you Jennifer Jareau?" Roslyn asked. Her voice was raspy and cracked halfway through her sentence. JJ looked her over again, slightly stepping out of her house, pulling the door half closed behind her.

"I am. Who…what's your name?" JJ didn't get any bad feelings from the girl, she looked like most of the teenage victims that she dealt with often in her line of work but though she was sympathetic, her son was still sleeping inside.

It took her a few moments to respond, almost like she had forgotten her name, "Roslyn." She said, closing her eyes tightly as another sharp burning pain moved thought her stomach. Roslyn took a deep breath before opening her eyes again, she shook her head to clear it. "Winchester. Roslyn Winchester." JJ's mouth dropped open slightly and she took the girl in again. "You…" Roslyn pressed her hand where the bullet had entered. "You gave me up when I was a baby." Roslyn pulled her hand back from the house and pulled the locket she had tucked underneath the collar of her shirt.

"I….what happened to you?" JJ didn't know what to do. She didn't really have a way to verify that this girl was in fact the baby she gave away all those years ago. Roslyn had been presumed dead after having looked for her for nine years. She reported her missing, gone thought just about every unidentified body that could possibly be her in the united states. She checked school records, social services in case she had ever been taken away from Dean. She left no stone unturned and after Dean was killed by law enforcement, JJ had officially given up hope of ever seeing her daughter. But now, now Roslyn could very well be standing directly in front of her, the car that was outside on the curb was the same make and model that the Winchesters had been reported driving, and she had the locket.

"Um." Roslyn swayed slightly and JJ reached for her arm, trying to steady her. Roslyn hadn't expected that though and her muddled thoughts didn't process as fast as her body did. She pulled away from JJ quickly, too quickly, lost her balance on her wobbly legs and fell onto the porch. Roslyn felt something in her stomach tear at the movement and she couldn't breathe for a second.

"Roslyn?" JJ let go of the door and crouched down next to her. a million thoughts and questions moved through her head. Could she have been drugged? No, there wasn't any reason to assume that first, her face had a lot of bruising, possibly a concussion. She's too pale, blood loss? JJ couldn't see any bleeding, at least not through her clothes. "Can you get back up?" Roslyn didn't respond. Why is she holding her stomach? JJ pulled Roslyn's hand away from her stomach and opened her jacket, unbuttoned her flannel shirt and lifted the blank tank-top underneath it. There was a white bandage that was wrapped all the way around her midsection several times. A red spot was slowly growing larger as the seconds ticked by. JJ pulled the bandage up to try and get a better look at what happened, and Roslyn groaned, pushing her away.

"I need to see it. What happened?" Roslyn didn't respond. JJ couldn't tell exactly what happened but her first guess was a gunshot wound. "Were you shot?" Roslyn was breathing quickly but a small nod of her head gave JJ the answer she needed. "Okay."

"JJ?" Mellissa, Henry's nanny, asked in slight panic as she came into the yard and up onto the porch. "What's going on?" JJ looked up from the bleeding girl, replacing her eyes with pressure onto the wound.

"I need you to call an ambulance okay?" JJ asked, her confusion and panic being pushed to the back of her mind as she fell into the training and experience she had as a federal agent.

"Uh- oh- okay." Mellissa dug out her phone from her purse.

"Then I need you to go into the hall closet and grab me a towel, any towel." Melissa pressed her phone against her ear and hurried inside the house. JJ turned her attention back onto Roslyn. "Hey." She leaned forward, putting all of her weight onto the wound and Roslyn groaned again. "Who shot you? When did this happen?" Roslyn's head moved towards the sound of JJ's voice.

"Everyone's dead." She said.

"Who's everyone?"

"They're all gone." Roslyn coughed a few times and JJ noticed some blood coming out from between her lips. It was all happening so quickly, one moment JJ was straightening her hair and the next, she was trying to keep someone who could be the daughter she'd been looking for, for over a decade, from bleeding out all over her front porch.

"JJ." Melissa came back out, her phone pressed against her ear, a folded-up towel in her hand. "What do I tell them?" JJ glanced back at her quickly, taking the towel and pushing it against the wound.

"Tell them a teenage girl is bleeding out from a possible gunshot wound. About 16 years of age." Melissa rattled off what JJ told her and watched helplessly, not knowing what to do after that. "Go inside and sit with Henry." JJ added, "make sure he doesn't come outside."

The police got there first but by that time, Roslyn was no longer conscious. JJ attempted to explain the situation to the best of her ability, but there was too much information and too much anxiety in her head. She did make it clear that this would be a federal case regardless of what happened to Roslyn. When the ambulance arrived, the police tried keeping JJ there, wanting to get her statement before she left the scene but after she checked with Melissa that Henry would be okay, she climbed in the ambulance behind Roslyn.

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