A/N:

Be warned! This chapter is very choppy, and seems to jump around a lot, but that's kind of the point. I wanted to do a small break up for the two months of summer vacation. But the next chapter will cover Season Three of Teen Wolf. Ready for the Alpha Pack arc? Let's do this!

It's the Same Wherever You Go

Chapter Thirty-Four

Summer Vacation Down Memory Lane

Only a week has passed since that night when the pack saved Jackson from his Kanima state. The fight was fresh in everyone's mind, especially Jaydra Winchester's as she sits in the living room of Robert "Bobby" Singer.

Holding a heavy tome in her hands, Jaydra's green eyes felt heavy as she tries to reread the damn sentence she's been trying to read for the last fifteen minutes.

"It's all the same!" she roars out, tossing the tome onto the coffee table.

"Watch where you throw that thing," Bobby warns as he walks into the living room, carrying another tome in his hand from his library.

Jaydra lets out a huff and lays back on the couch, looking up at the tall ceiling. "Where's Sam?"

Tension raises in the air as Bobby sits in silence in his corner of the living room, making the teenager sit up from the couch. Repeating her question, Jaydra's eyes focus on Bobby's body as he slouches over the tome he opens up, and tries to look like he's reading the book. Two and two quickly connect in her brain.

"THAT MOTHERFUCKER LEFT DIDN'T HE?!"

"Jay-"

"Don't 'Jay' me, Bobby!" Jumping up from the couch, the teenager begins to pace in the living room. "I left California to come and help him, Bobby, and what does he do? Up and leaves! He didn't even say goodbye!" Pausing mid-step, Jaydra looks up and locks eyes with a mirror across the room. A heavy silence fills the room as she stares at her reflection, noticing similar features that her brothers and her share, but how strikingly she resembles Dean. "He can't look at me . . ." Tears began to strain down Jaydra's face, her voice cracking at the last sentence.

It wasn't uncommon for siblings to look similar, but half siblings rarely do. Which was why it was such a shock when Dean and Sam first met Jaydra all those years ago . . .

ITSWYG

Jaydra Logan Manning sat on the steps of her childhood house, dressed in an bright blue t-shirt with the X-Men from the animated TV show, and black pants. Her long blonde hair was pulled up in dual pigtails high on her head.

Beside her stood a tall man in a three piece suit, holding a briefcase. He kept looking at his watch. Jaydra vaguely remembers him saying he's her mother's lawyer, whatever that was.

"Where is he?" the man huffed.

"Where's who?"

The lawyer looks down at the wide, green, eyes of the ten year old looking at him, but before he could answer, a loud engine was heard on the far off side of the street, before the car of the engine pulls up in front of her house.

The mailbox that sat at the end of the driveway said "MANNING", with two handprints on it. Andrea's and Jaydra's.

"You two stay in the car," a voice says before opening the creaking door of the black car on the street.

"Are you Mister Winchester?" the lawyer asks, eyeing the new visitor.

"Yeah, John . . ." The man was older than the lawyer it seemed like. Or maybe he just looked old. But he had some grey streaking through his dark hair, accompanied by some stubble around his mouth. "Fuck . . ." He murmurs quietly. "Andrea never said she had a kid . . ."

"What's fuck mean?" Jaydra asks innocently, which made the lawyer pale.

But the other man chuckles and kneels down in front of Jaydra. "That's a word you can't use until you're much older. What's your name?"

"Jaydra Logan Manning," the ten year old says, smiling brightly at the new man. "Mama said it's polite to say your whole name!"

A ghost of a smile came across the man's lips. "Yeah, it is. Well, then, my name's John Eric Winchester."

"Did you know my mama?"

A look that the young Jaydra didn't recognize right away as sadness came across John's features. "Yeah . . . I knew her way back before you were born . . ."

"Wow! That makes you really old!"

Rubbing his face to stop the small laugh from coming out, John looks at her. "Do you know who your dad is?"

"No, mama said I'd know when I was old enough."

"How old are you now? Seven?"

Jaydra lets out a girlish giggle. "No! I'm ten!"

"Well, I think that's plenty old enough to meet your father."

"You know him?" she gasps out.

John lets a sad smile come across his features. "Yeah, kid. I'm your dad."

Instead of reacting like a lot of kids did, Jaydra just looks at him confused. "Then why weren't you home with mama and me?"

"Because before you were born, I had two sons I had to take care of."

Another shrill gasp. "I HAVE BROTHERS!?"

At this, the two in the car couldn't wait any longer and they exit the car to meet who their father was talking too.

They were similar in height, but were in their mid-to-late teens. One had sandy blonde hair similar to Jaydra's, and her green eyes. The other had short brown hair and the warmest chocolate colored eyes Jaydra's ever seen.

"What's your names? I'm Jaydra Manning!"

"I'm Dean . . ." the blond said, slightly bewildered.

"And I'm Sam," the other says, having a similar look to his brother. But it wasn't in bewilderment over the situation, it was bewilderment over the fact Jaydra looked like a female version of Dean. "You two could be twins!"

"Shut up," Dean huffs, looking away.

Turning to look at her newly discovered father, Jaydra cocks her head to the side. "Does this mean I'm a Winchester now?"

John laughs softly and picks up the small suitcase that was sitting behind the child. "Yeah, kid. You're a Winchester now."

ITSWYG

"He can't look at me . . ." Jaydra mutters again, falling back on the couch. The teenager looks up at Bobby, tears still spilling out of her face. "I remind him of Dean . . . He left because of me . . ."

For an older man, Bobby Singer can move quicker than people think a man of his age should be able to move. In the blink of an eye, the older hunter sits beside Jaydra and pulls her against his side. "That ain't it, kid," he says quietly. "He knows you and Dean are two very different people."

"But that doesn't change that me and Dean look so similar, Bobby!" Jaydra jumps up and begins pacing again. "H-He even called us twins when we first met; when Dean was nineteen and I was ten!" A sobbing laugh comes from her throat as she keeps pacing even more, working into a frenzy. "D-Did you know that," another choking laugh, "dad would call me Dean? Ha . . . Ha . . . Especially when he was drunk . . . Once he even called me Mary . . ."

Finally coming to a stop in the middle of the living room, Jaydra collapses to the floor and throws back her head and just lets a wailing cry come from her soul.

Bobby doesn't move from his spot as he watches the young girl wail in the floor. He'd much rather her get all of this out of her system. When did she have a chance to mourn when she had to help her pack track and deal with a kanima? She never had a chance to mourn over the loss of Dean.

Pulling his ball cap over his eyes, Bobby stood up and left the house, letting the youngest child of John Winchester mourn over the loss of the oldest.

ITSWYG

Two months passed since that night Jaydra had a proper crying fest over losing her brother. True, they never found a way to bring Dean back, but Jaydra was silently thankful for Bobby letting her stay around, and even join him on hunts around his home. Bobby and Sam were the last bit of family she had left, aside from the pack, and she wasn't determined to lose them.

The sun began to set on another successful day of hunting when a phone in Bobby's kitchen began to ring. Glancing at the name at the top of the phone, Jaydra answers.

"Agent Collins here, what can I do to help?"

"Bobby! Where's Bobby?!" the voice on the other end of the line says in a blind panic.

Furrowing her brow, Jaydra quickly drops the agent act and calls Bobby in from the junkyard.

"What?" Bobby barks into the phone, only for his face to turn pale. "Say that again."

But before the man could repeat his message, Bobby thrusts the phone against Jaydra's ear to hear the bone chilling news.

"There's an Alpha Pack heading to Beacon Hills!"

The motions were swift and quick. Jaydra darts out of the kitchen and upstairs to grab her gear and rush out. Bobby was waiting for her by the door.

"You stay safe, kid."

"You too, old man."

Jumping into her car, she speeds off, back home.

ITSWYG

Jaydra's tires spins across leaves as she drives up to the familiar building of the Hale House and her eyes narrow in on Derek Hale standing on the porch, having heard her come up in her car, a can of paint at his feet, ready to cover something. But then her green eyes come across the mark on the old door.

A triskele, with a square in the middle.

Their symbol.

The Alpha Pack was already here.

Jaydra storms up to the porch. "YOU FUCKING LIED TO ME!"

"I didn't," Derek states. "And I promised you if anything happened, I would call you. Nothing happened, and I only called to check in on you. So where did I lie? This mark was here for two months, but I haven't seen or heard from them."

"So what?! Did they just leave it and leave town?!"

"I don't know Jay, but if I learned anything from this past year, I know not to let anger rule everything here," Derek states, rubbing a hand over his face. "I need to think this through, make sure I don't walk into a trap."

Jaydra sighs and rubs her face, sitting down by him. "It never stops, does it?"

"Apparently not," Derek sighs. "Any luck on your brother?" The sandy, blonde hunter lets another frustrated sigh pass her lips. "I'm guessing no then."

"Yeah . . ."

Jaydra could feel Derek's eyes scan over her face and body, looking her over.

During the two months, Jaydra let her hair grow out, now reaching just past the top of her shoulders, so long enough to put it into a small pony tail.

The young hunter's body was also toner than the last time the Alpha seen her, clearly gained by hunting with Bobby.

"Anyone else know you're back in town?"

Jaydra nods. "I'm going to meet Scott and Stiles in town tonight." A small laugh passes her lips. "They said they're taking me out to eat for a welcome home meal." From her pocket chimes a text alert. "That's them now . . . I'm meeting them up and apparently Scott has a horrible idea and Stiles needs me for moral support . . .?"

"Why am I not surprised?" Derek chuckles softly and leans over to kiss Jaydra's temple. "Glad you're home, but you better go see those two before they come searching for you."

Jaydra nods and turns her head to capture Derek's lips in a soft kiss, before pulling away and walking to her car. Knowing the Alpha Pack was somewhere near Beacon Hills unnerves the young Winchester, but as she's learned from her eighteen years on this planet, more so in the past eight, she's not giving up without a fight.