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Thanks to all of you who reviewed, I will answer your questions in time, for those who asked, Eve is about three months younger than Dean, it isn't much, but it's just enough. This one is a little short but it'll keep you going. I'll try to update every day if I can, but I make no promises

Chapter 2: Things of the Past.

Mevethen Williams was raised as one of the family, she was taught to use a gun, a knife, even two sticks to fight with. In unarmed combat she was quickly able to beat Dean when they sparred. Neither of the boys spoke to her about the day that they had found her by the road. At tens years old, she killed her first werewolf, killed it with a little silver knife that she had tucked into her boot in case of such an emergency. By the time John and Dean had found her, the werewolf had been dead and she had little more that scratches to show for it all. Like the boys, she wore her hair short and could usually be seen in ripped jeans and a baggy t-shirt. She had no time for the trappings of fashion that obsessed so many girls at the many schools she had attended since joining the family, in some ways she was very like Dean, using inappropriate humour to cover an awkward situation, in others she was like Sam. She did not go looking for trouble, trouble found her.

Dean muttered darkly as he came back to the world. Warily he opened one eye slowly and closed it instantly as his head started to throb. He groaned, how much had he had last night? Another, less welcome, thoughtcame: was he even in his motel room? A movement to one side prompted him to open his eyes again and he saw Sam leaning on the headboard of his bed, researching whatever it was that they were chasing. Things began to come back to him, things he had been trying to forget.

"Eve's in town isn't she?" His voice was raw, hoarse and barely audible, but even the idea of talking had hurt.

"Yeah, she is," Sam did not look at him when he answered.

"Damn," he struggled into an upright position. "You think we should move on?" It was a clear sign of how hung over he was, he never asked for Sam's opinion. His brother shrugged and began to type again, seeming to ignore how out of character the question was.

"I'm not the one with the problem here, Dean, you are. Eve and I always got along just fine," he let out a small sigh and finally looked at him. "This is your area, Dean, not mine. You need to tell me if you can handle working with someone that you don't like."

"We're not working with her!"

"Not yet, but she's ahead of us."

"So we move on, she's got this one covered," it had not been the reply that Sam had been hoping for. A small part of him wanted to heal the rift between his brother and foster sister, but he knew that it would be hard, for all of them, Dean and Eve had not parted on the best of terms.

It was Graduation Day, the last day of school and Dean and Mevethen had managed to get through without failing a single subject, they had even excelled in some places. At the tender age of fourteen, Sam had idly wondered if he would ever manage to graduate and if he would do as well as Dean and Eve had. Both of them had seemed unusually happy as they had accepted the certificates of graduation and joined their classmates for a group photograph. It had been a situation that Sam knew could not last.

When the two got home, John Winchester had summoned them into his study for a little chat. Dean had known that it could not be a good thing that he wanted to talk to them, he knew that it was going to be about college. He had never openly admitted it, but Dean desperately wanted to go, he wanted just a little normalcy to his life, just a little to convince him that his strange upbringing had not completely screwed him up. Eve was different, she did not want to go to college, she was too screwed up for it to make sense to her, she seemed to exist for the hunt, it took Dean years to realise that he had also come to rely on it to give his life meaning.

"Dean, Eve," John Winchester sat in the chair at the desk. They had been in this house for nearly eighteen months, the longest that they had ever been in any house, they had spent the time there to allow Dean and Eve to finish school. "I wanted to tell you both how proud I am of you for finishing school so well," both the teens could feel the bad news, "however, Eve, I know this is hard for you, I want you to go to college, it's time for you to have a normal life."

"What?" Both shouted in unison. "John, that's the last thing I want to do, you know that!" Eve insisted

"No, Eve, it's time that you moved on and moved away, go to college and start to have a normal life, you deserve this. Dean..."

"You want me to stay," Dean did not let his father finish.

"Yes, you have to stay and help me to train Sam."

"I can do that," Eve said quickly, tuning in to the hurt in Dean's eyes at his fathers words.

"No, I've decided and that is to be the end of the discussion."

"Yes, Sir!" They chorused and trailed miserably out of the room.

"Dean," Eve started as they closed the door, "I'm..."

"Don't say it, Eve, just don't. Dad's always given you the breaks," there was a bitter note to his voice, it scared her a little.

"You think that's because he has any kind of feeling towards me? He only does it because he feels guilty!"

"Yeah, well, his guilt just bought you a ticket outta here, and outta this."

"I don't get it, Dean, you never told him that..."

"No, because I respect my dad's wishes, he wants me to stay with Sam, he wants us to be a family, I'm fine with that."

Sam sighed, unfortunately, college had only been the start of the problems between Dean and Mevethen. It had been inevitable that she would drift away from them, she had been right when she had said that John had only taken her in out of guilt but she had been wrong when she said that he had no feelings for her, John Winchester loved her as the daughter that he had never had, he would just never have admitted it and they never mentioned her around Dean because she was such a touchy subject and Dean had a very short fuse.

"Maybe you should talk to her," Sam suggested half heartedly. He glanced at the clock, it was getting towards six in the evening, then again, they had not reached the motel until nearly five.

"Maybe I shouldn't," Dean replied as he rolled to his feet. "I'm gonna get a shower then we'll go."

There you go, please R&R

Artemis