Saving People

By: lostfeather1

Summary: Mary-Jane Winchester is a badass Hunter. After a fight with her father, she left to go hunting alone. But then she gets a call. She's reunited with her brothers Sam and Dean to join them on the search for their father, John. Sis-fic. "There's more than just the saving people, hunting things. There's us… There's family." First in Family Business Series.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to Eric Kripke and Robert Singer.

Author Note: So, as Supernatural has come to an end, I wanted to commemorate one of the greatest TV shows I have had the pleasure of binge watching many times. As such, I will be starting a series of stories that involve the Winchester's, Monsters, Demons, Angels, much more and the inclusion of an original female character as a Winchester sister. I've always wanted to do this.

Please enjoy!

PROLOGUE

There will always be a "lie" in believe – Unknown

My father was never the same after Mom died. Her death had been the catalyst. She was the start and end of my father, and cause for his obsession to find the thing that killed her. Because she was the love of his life, and John Winchester would do anything to kill the Yellow-Eyed Demon, Azazel. He would do anything to avenge his beloved wife.

"This isn't a life! It's a death sentence!"

But not once, did he think of what the future would hold for his children. For his sons and daughter. So, after years of doing what Winchester's do best.

When it came to my father and twin brother…

"This is your life! You have a responsibility to us! We're your family! You stick with family! Because that's what we do!"

"I can't keep doing this anymore! It's wrong! It's not a normal life! That's what I want! I want normal!"

It was always the same damn argument…

"This is your life! This is our life!"

"NO! I'm done! I'm leaving, and you can't stop me!"

There was silence.

It was an argument that was so strong and powerful that it quieted everything around them.

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

"If you walk out that door, don't you ever come back!"

Only this fight, ended differently…

"No, no, no, no! Sammy! Sammy! No, please don't go! Sammy!" A young woman cried out as her brother left them, giving her an agonizing look as he walked away. Her wide teary blue eyes stared after her brother as he walked away from them all. She could feel his torment and pain at having been yelled at by their father for the past few hours. It was always the same, the father and son fighting over such trivial things, but then the father had snapped.

And all because Sam wanted a normal life, not the one that was forced upon them by their father.

Sam had left…

And the girl cried, feeling the loss of her other half; her twin walking away and leaving them… leaving her behind.

"It's gonna be okay, Janie… It's gonna be okay." Her eldest brother held her through it all. He rocked her with him, murmuring softy to her, cooing reassuring words that didn't seem to register with her.

"No… No, it's not." She sobbed, clutching at her remaining brother and holding on to him, afraid that he would disappear and leave her as well. She would not survive if her eldest brother decided to leave her alone with their father. She feared for her sanity if it came to her being left behind. No, that was something she couldn't let happen.

And it only seemed right…

"Stop crying! He'll be back." Her father growled at her, causing her to flinch and shrink into her brother's side.

"This is all your fault." She snarled. She felt her brother tense against her, before he tightened his grip on her, warningly.

"What?" Her father replied coldly, eyes narrowed on her form.

"I said, this is all your fault!" She screamed at him, blue eyes flashing in the light as rage and hatred coursed through her. Her older brother was thrown off by her raised voice, having never heard it before, especially when it was directed towards their father. "If you had just stopped and thought through everything, Sam would still be here! But no! You always think what you do is always right and best. Well… this is me telling you that you're wrong!"

"You better not take that tone with me, girl." Her father was livid, the righteous anger surging inside of him and spilled from him in waves.

…It only seemed time…

"What are you gonna do?!" She challenged, stepping up to him and getting in face. Her glare alone was piercing and reminded John too much of the woman he loved and lost. "You gonna raise your voice? You gonna raise your hand?!" She snarled, baring her sharp white teeth as the tears continued to fall but was far passed feeling the lingering sadness of losing her twin. No, a cold fury washed over her and coursed through her like a hurricane.

"You better watch it, girl! I'm still your father!"

"Bullshit!" She spat at him, watching his stance and got into one of her own. She would do what was needed to defend herself, and if she had to stand against the man that raised… well, then so be it. "You've not been my father since I was five! Hell, I can't remember the last you did anything fatherly!"

"Dad, no!" Dean yelled, seeing the raised hand.

And then, John Winchester struck his daughter.

Silence.

Dean was horrified at what he had just witnessed. Never in all the years that his father and sister fought, there had never been exchanged blows.

Until now.

…That I left too…

Her face was turned, her blonde hair falling in her face to hide the tears, the shock and betrayal in her eyes. Her cheek was throbbing and was more painful than she realised after fully comprehending what just happened. But she knew she couldn't take this lying down. Deep within her the rage welled up and nearly consumed her. But she couldn't retaliate, she had to be better than her father… no, the bad man in front of her.

She turned back, her head held high as her eyes were cold dark blue that spoke of how much wrath she felt. They promised retribution. Her stance changed before she pulled her gun out from the back of her waist band, not raising it nor removing the safety. Having it in her hand gave a clear indication of what she would do if her father merely touched her again.

John looked beside himself with guilt and shame. His face had turned pale and his body was hit with cold bitter dread. Oh, how his wife must be rolling in her grave at the disgusting and shameful act he had committed against their little girl. What had he done?

"You…" She spat at the man, the spark of a hatred so dark and cold taking form inside. "You're no better than the monster that took Mom!"

And Dean would never forgive himself for not stopping the fight sooner.

It was that same night the daughter, like her twin, chose to leave. And while their father had tried to stop her, she had fought back and made herself clear that she would be leaving and would stay gone, like her twin.

"You're dead to me."

Those were the last words she spoke to her father.

And it was all because the father thought he knew what was best.

The fight between the daughter and father of the Winchester family was one that the elder brother, Dean, would never forget. Nor would he ever forgive his father for what he did to his precious sister. While he may respect and follow his father's orders, there was a line that was drawn when it came to his sister. Because she mattered to him more than his father, and he would be damned if his father ever threatened his sister or raised a hand against her ever again. Because, though he wouldn't admit it out loud, he loved his siblings far more than his father.

I was never one to usually fight or argue with my family. If anything, I was always the peacemaker, like my brother, Dean. But that fight was the breaking point for me. Because my father never thought about us, his children as who we were; his kids. He only saw us as soldiers joining his crusade of hunting… killing… And as much as I love the man, even with all his faults… No matter what I said or did, it was never enough.

And it took me a while to realise that my Dad had died with my Mom, and the man that took his place was nothing more than a grieving man possessed by vengeance.

So, I left…

I left my brother Dean to the mercy of the General.

Because I wanted to do more than just take orders and be pushed to the limit.

I wanted my father to tell me, just once, that he loved me.

I wanted him to acknowledge that I was his daughter, and that I was doing a good job.

I just wanted my father to be my Dad…

Three years and six months later…

"Night, Al!" A large burly man shouted from his way out of a little diner called Mickey's Diner.

"Night, Ross!" A gruff voice called out in reply, a tall lean man walking around the diner and collecting the dirty dishes. The faint sound of country music was playing in the background. It was nearly midnight before the man closed the place and cleaned up everything before exiting and walking to his car. He was tired, hungry and wanted to go home and sleep for a week.

At least, that's what would have happened if he hadn't felt something was really wrong. He stopped and looked around, seeing nothing out of the ordinary in the dark, the nearby lamp post serving as a good light to see everything. His eyes narrowed before looking to find his car keys.

Suddenly, there was a slicing sound.

He spun around to find a dark figure standing there, long blonde hair falling into waves and wearing a black trench coat. His eyes widened when he saw those bright blue eyes and a icy shiver of fear creeped up his spine.

"Shit." He cursed quietly, before moving his hand to his back where his weapon rested, only to grasp at nothing.

"Looking for this?" An airy musical voice asked him, his eyes snapping to see his gun in her hand. He inwardly panicked, stunned at how she was able to take the weapon without him feeling it leave from his person. It wasn't possible for someone like him.

"How did you–?" He growled at her, instantly moving into a defensive position. His stance facing her and tensed, ready to strike.

"Please, don't waste my time in fighting me. I don't have time to deal with you. I am here to do my job." She was far too calm and composed to be a typical woman that approached someone like him. He couldn't sense any fear or hatred from her, which in itself was very… odd.

"I haven't killed anybody." He felt the need to explain himself, before he would need to defend himself.

"I know. But you do know who is killing those women." She stated factually, knowing full well he knew.

"What makes you say that?" His deflect only caused her to stare at him with an unimpressed expression. "Alright, fine." He conceded, feeling far too annoyed by this woman.

She didn't have to wait long for the man to tell her where the killer was. She merely nodded to him and left the man after tossing him his gun, knowing full well that the man she left was a Vampire. She would never forget the man, and would hunt him down should he make one wrong move. She knew he had her scent as well, and could easily track her anywhere and would know when she approached him again. But that wouldn't stop her from killing him herself, or simply call in a favour from a nearby Hunter.

She had been sceptical at first when she discovered Vampires were real, but soon realised that they were nearly extinct, and the few nests that were left had kept to themselves and never drew attention to themselves for fear of Hunters.

'Guess the Vampire race wasn't as tough as it thought it was.' She thought snidely, before moving swiftly towards her car. Her car was her baby, her dream and sweet ride. She had found the beauty in an abandoned garage, covered in an old tarp and looked as good as new. The owner must have forgotten about it, and she had surprisingly found the keys and papers to the beautiful vehicle. Her car was a 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1; one of the best car's money could buy. She couldn't stop grinning when she remembered about finding the car after taking down the ghost that haunted the garage she had scavenged from.

She was brought from her memory by her phone ringing. She picked it up and didn't expect to hear from the person calling.

"Hello, Jane."

"Padre," She greeted back.

"How's the job going?" She hated when he stalled and never got right to the point of why he was calling her. If it was one thing she wasn't known for, it was her patience.

"What do you want, Jim?" She demanded. Patience never being her virtue, and probably never will.

"I thought I should tell you that your brother is looking for you."

"And?"

"And?" He repeated. She rolled her eyes and let out an annoyed huff.

"Why is he looking for me, Jim?" She drawled, looking around her to see if she was alone. She didn't sense anything nearby, but her paranoia was a curse. Having spent years hunting by herself, it was a wonder she wasn't holding her gun in her hand at all times.

"He wanted to know how you were doing. He hasn't seen you in nearly four years, Jane."

"Get to the point of this really annoying, waste-of-my-time-conversation, Jim. Or I'll hang up and change my damn number again." She growled threateningly.

"Your dad's missing."

Silence.

She was still and silent for a moment, not knowing how to respond to those words. All she could think about was–

"Is he dead?" She breathed out, trying to force herself to remain calm and not fixate on an assumption. A very dread, gut-wrenching feeling welled up inside of her, and the cold chill wasn't from the brisk evening she was experiencing.

"No, I didn't say that, Jane." He spoke gently, reassuring her that everything was alright for the time being.

"Then why are you calling me?" She snapped.

"Jane, listen to me." He responded to her anger calmly, knowing that the only way to get through to her was to speak calm, focused and get to the point of the conversation. "Your father is missing and Dean needs help finding him. He has tried looking for you, but couldn't. He's contacted a lot of people, asking about you. He's worried. Now, he's going to go ask Sam for help." He explained.

She didn't say anything for a moment.

She could remember the last time she saw her father. The fight was the worst, and she knew she would never forgive him, nor did she care if he ever forgave her. He had driven her brother away because he wanted to live his own life… to be normal and she had supported him every step of the way. She would keep in touch with him, and never held it against him wanting to run away from the life that was forced upon them. She understood why he left and he had understood why she left as well. Because in the end, they understood each other and that was all that mattered.

But her older brother, Dean, was an entirely different situation. After the fight, she realised she couldn't stay there anymore. She was tired of her father giving her orders like she was some soldier. She wasn't a soldier, she was a daughter and a sister foremost and she would never forgive her father for what he did to their family. And to her. And every single day since she had left, she had felt so guilty for leaving her Dean with John. She felt regret and remorse for not thinking about her older brother, and what he had suffered when Same had left… when she had left…

"Why should I help?" She murmured, feeling far too tired and completely done with the whole family drama.

Nearly four years she has spent her time away from her family, feeling free and at peace with herself for a time. She was doing alright after everything that happened. It was too hard for her to think about what could have been had the fight hadn't happened. She knew Sam had been selfish at the time, but she knew it was his right to follow his dreams. She supported him and wanted him to be happy.

Ever if some of the blame was with Sam.

"This is serious, Mary-Jane. Your brother is worried. He practically begged me to help him find you. He needs you on this." She could hear the seriousness in his voice, and the way he had spoken her name.

Jane was of two minds. On one side, she could agree to help her brother and she would be able to see him again after so long. On the other, she could refuse to help, continue to hunt on her own while doing her own research and trying to find her father. But really, after everything that had happened, she didn't know if she even wanted to try and find the man after the fight. She regretted what she had said and done, but really, what John had done was far worse to her and her twin.

And she will never forgive for what John had said that day, especially to Sam.

"I'm already working a case." She grumbled, already giving her unspoken response.

"I'm sure you can call in a favour." She could practically see the spreading smile on the Pastor's face.

"Fine. Text me Dean's number." She snapped before hanging up on the Pastor.

Her eyes were tired, and weary at she looked at the number that appeared on her phone. She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking of her family and seeing their faces.

Her father, John Winchester, was a stern and unshakable man. He was firm, hard and cold; never taking 'no' for an answer. He was intimidating and far too harsh of a father. When she was a little girl, she had wanted to buy a doll. She had seen other little girls her age playing with dolls and wanted to know what it would be like to have one. Her father had seen her interest, but never got her one. Instead, he had placed a book in her hand about animals and bugs. At the time, she didn't understand why her father didn't get her a doll and only got he a book. When she has asked him, he had merely said, "A doll isn't worth getting. It's not going to help you when you grow up."

She had never asked for anything from her father again. And didn't speak to him for two weeks.

'Not that he noticed.' She noted bitterly. Her only solace and happiness in her childhood was knowing that no matter what, her brothers would always be there.

Dean Winchester; her older brother… her anchor… her best friend… He had been more of a Dad to her then their own father, and she would never forget everything he had done for her and Sam. Everything Dean had done, had been for his twins; his Sam and Jane.

Sam Winchester; her twin brother… her supporter… her other-half… He was always there for her, through the good and bad of everything. They were together, inseparable and all they did together were memories to always cherish. Even if some of those memories were bad and worse.

While John Winchester was her father, it did not mean he was her Dad.

No matter how much she wanted him to be…

She would never forgive him.

But she will never hate him either.

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-lostfeather1