Tah-Da! Chapter 2. I know that probably all my Kiotr readers are peeved at me for not working on How To Come Home, but I have to get this out of my head, because it keeps contaminating my other stories. This story shouldn't be too long though. OH! And I forgot to mention. The reason this is a Sam/OC/Dean is because I can't decide who I want her to be with. When I figure it out I'll let you know, but I'm leaning towards Dean.

To everyone who read Chapter 1 and didn't review: Shame on you.. I do not feel the love. But at least you read it. I do appreciate it when people tell me if things are off or are lame, as long as you are nice about it. Cookies to whoever reviews! Please vote for who you think she should end up with, Sam or Dean.

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Sam and Dean were now sitting in a sunny living room, on a tan couch. There were large windows looking into the back yard and the French doors had frosted panes of glass that added a warm airbrushed look to the room. It was like a picture out of a magazine.

"Can I get you something to drink before we start? Something to eat?" Sasha stood in the doorway leading to the kitchen, her hands on either side of the frame as she asked. Sam shook his head with a smile, but Dean nodded. "Yeah, do you have any beer?"

She gave him a look before laughing. "I'm not surprised. I think I have a few of Jon's leftovers." She disappeared and they heard rustling and the sound of a fridge opening.

Sam leaned close to Dean, whispering. "Dean, I don't think Dad is sleeping with her. She is our age, probably younger."

Dean glared at Sam, "Have you not heard of Viagra? Dad could be doing anything, so just chill and we will ask her okay." They could hear Sasha coming back and Dean pushed Sam away from him self-consciously. "And don't lean close to me like that… It's weird." Sam rolled his eyes, and leaned back, just as Sasha came into the room with a tray in her hands.

Sam stood and immediately offered to help her, but she turned him down with a smile. Setting the tray on the coffee table, she handed Dean his beer bottle, already uncapped. Looking at Sam, she smiled bashfully. "I know you said you didn't want anything, but I brought some lemonade and cookies… just in case you changed your mind." She shrugged and picked up a bottle of water that was obviously for her, before settling in a chair with her legs pulled up under her.

"I guess you want to know how I know your Dad… I'll try not to confuse you too much. Then we can get to the little witchcraft problem."

"Okay…" Sam took a cookie to be polite and nudged Dean to do the same. Dean motioned to his beer, but Sam poked him and Dean grumblingly took a cookie.

She laughed a little nervously and her fingers were playing with a seam in her jeans. "Right well… I met your Dad when I was 12. You guys were in high school, I think Sam was 15 and Dean was 17. It was one of his trips that he didn't bring you along. Something about it being an easy trip and he didn't want to take you out of school. I don't remember exactly."

"Anyway, my dad was a real son-of-a-bitch. A warlock of the first order is what he called himself. Your Dad was here to get rid of him. And he did a good job, but I guess he didn't think a warlock would have kids." Sasha shrugged and before she could continue, Dean interrupted while reaching for another cookie (which actually went pretty well with beer).

"Kids? I thought it was just you.."

Sasha blinked before shaking her head. "Sorry, I guess I forgot about Mallory… My twin sister."

"Wait, that's the name you said on the phone. Something about having trouble with her." Sam spoke that time and Sasha nodded.

"Yeah, but I'll get there. So there we were, the two of us girls just staring at your Dad after he killed ours. And he was just staring back at us. I thought he looked like, I don't know, like Lancelot after slaying a dragon or something. Mallory had a different reaction. She hated him, started throwing things and screaming at the top of her lungs. She loved our Dad, though only God knows why."

"He sort of helped us out after that, he contacted the local child services, and we went into foster care. This house stayed in our names though. We lived okay, because of Mallory we kept being shuffled around, but we took pretty good care of ourselves. Then at around 16 Mallory started running away. The first few times the cops found her and brought her back. The last time, no one could find her. By then I was 17. Your Dad petitioned for custody of me and he won. After all I didn't have any family. My mom killed herself not long after Mallory and I were born."

"So I moved back into this house. Repainted it, fixed it up a bit with Jon's help, and I live here. I've got enough of an inheritance from my mom that I didn't need any money, and since your place is only a few hours from here, it was easy enough to call your Dad when I needed something. After I turned 18 I got a cell phone that only Jon had the number of, and I helped him out with witches and vampires."

"He is the closest thing to a real father I've ever had, and I think of him that way." Sasha shrugged.

"That's great, that means you aren't sleeping with him." Dean blurted that out as he finished off his beer and reached for a fourth cookie. Sam elbowed him hard in the ribs making Dean cringe. "Hey!"

But Sasha was laughing. "You two thought that your Dad and I were…?"

"Well you did mention a baby on the phone…" Sam added softly.

"Yeah, that damn gun he left here. I don't know why he left it, but I don't know what to do with it. I am tempted to put it out in the shed and let it rust."

"Okay… So about the witch problem…?" Dean asked softly, reaching for yet another cookie. Sam looked at him oddly when he realized that half the plate was gone.

"That's where Mallory comes in. I think that we have the same problem, you guys and me. Mallory followed our father; she is a witch and not a good one. Powerful, but twisted. She is the one that has been making such a mess around here, and I'm pretty sure that she is trying to pin it on me. I can't take care of her on my own. Wicca is not nearly as powerful as witchcraft but it is more pure."

"I can take away her powers, but after that it is up to you to kill her. I'll be too weak to defend myself let alone fight her." Sasha looked uncomfortable. "I knew this would happen eventually, but I hoped… You know?"

Sam and Dean nodded, and Sasha stood slowly. "You guys are welcome to stay here tonight, I have plenty of room. It's been a long time since anyone has stayed here but it would mean a lot to me if you did."

Sam spoke up before Dean could say anything. "We would love to. Thanks."

Dean hit him on the shoulder, "Thanks but we wouldn't want to intrude… We'll just sleep somewhere else."

Sasha grinned, "Where, your car? Dean relax. After all your dad has done for me and all you are going to help me with, I would feel bad if I didn't take care of you at least one night. And I would never be able to talk to your dad without feeling guilty."

Dean was about to protest again, when Sasha pushed him. He had been standing but her push had made him lose his balance and plop down onto the couch again. He glared at her and she only smiled. "Stay. I'll make steak. I know it's your favorite." Then she walked away leaving a shocked Sam and a bewildered Dean.