Wow, definitely way better than I thought… I honestly didn't think anyone would even read this story xD apparently I was wrong! Glad you guys are liking it. If there's anything I can do to improve, please let me know?

Anyway, enough of my rambling. To the story!

Same warnings/disclaimer. Seriously, just go to Chapter 1 if you forget it again.

The silence in the motel room was overwhelming and deafening. It seemed to echo off of each wall, bouncing eternally around the confined space. The discomfort was tangible in the air as everyone digested what had just happened.

Sam was blinking repeatedly, as if to wake up from some nightmare. His head was spinning, Kate's last words bouncing around in his head. John Winchester… John Winchester… John Winchester…My father… Her father?

Dean had enough, looking to his brother and the slightly dazed expression on his face. He couldn't believe Sam. No way, was he buying this girl's story? That wasn't possible. His dad would NEVER. The only time he left his sons was to hunt creatures. He would never have gone to some college and slept with some drunk freshman…

Enough was enough. Dean reached behind him with lightning fast reflexes. Before she even knew what was going on, Kate was looking down the barrel of a sliver plated glock. She threw her hands up, slowly standing and backing against the wall.

"Woah, hey! What the hell are you doing?" She exclaimed, shock and betrayal on her face. The exclamation seemed to jolt Sam from his thoughts, as he watched his brother with wide eyes. He leaped to his feet.

"Dean! Put that away!" He said forcefully.

"Shut up Sammy." Dean argued. "You heard what she just said. What else could she be lying about?" He practically yelled. Kate was confused, and outraged.

"Excuse me?" she yelled back. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm not lying!"

"Shut up!" Dean yelled back, clicking off the safety. Kate's mouth slammed shut. She mentally cursed herself for her lack of judgment and preparedness. How could she have been so stupid? Now she had allowed herself to be caught by two brothers who didn't believe her and were most likely about to waste her.

Sam didn't know what to think. Here he was, his brother pointing a gun at a teenage girl who claimed to be their sister… Wait a minute.

"Dean, hold on a second." He said. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Sam, don't give me any of that 'she could be innocent' crap right now, ok? She just lied to our faces! Listen to what she just said about Dad!" Kate jolted.

"Wait a minute… Did you just say Dad?" She asked, forgetting the gun pointed in her face. Sam nodded, staring fiercely into her eyes.

"Yes, John Winchester is our father's name." He said slowly, cautiously. Kate frowned, her eyes flashing between confusion, anger, hurt, fear, and mixes of other haunting emotions. She stood frozen, her mind racing at the possibilities and consequences of what she had just told these boys.

The brothers watched her inner turmoil, Dean never relinquishing his aim. One shot, that was all it would take. Sam was trying to calm his thoughts, maybe convince his brother to think this through rationally…

Wait…

"Dean, Dad's journal!" He yelled in excitement. That was it! "Dad wrote everything in that thing man, he had to have mentioned something this important! At least some clues, something to remind him later, that's the way he works." His eyes shining with excitement at finally finding a solution, he tore through his bag on the bed, throwing clothes aside and digging deep to the bottom.

Kate took deep breaths, trying to control the oncoming panic. She watched as Sam held up a small, leather bound spiral book, filled with what looked to be doodles and scribbles. Danger aside, her curiosity got the better of her as she leaned closer to get a better look at the strange thing. She was grimly reminded of her dangerous situation as Dean pushed the barrel of the gun in her face, preventing her from looking. His cold stare gave her chills, as she shrugged in apology.

"Ok, Kate, what am I looking for here?" Sam asked. She shrugged again.

"Um- my mother's name is Kathleen Jameson, sh- she was starting at Middlesex Community College in M-Massachusetts-"

Sam flipped through the book, scanning the pages, eyes widening every now and again. Kate chewed on her lip nervously. If this man wasn't her father, they would kill her…

"When's your birthday?"

"March 12, 1994."

"Got a birth certificate?" Dean asked, suspiciously. Kate nodded.

"Check the Woburn, Massachusetts City Hall database. They recently put up all of the city's birth and death records within the past 30 years." She replied. He kept his calculating eyes on her.

"Dean." Sam called. He held out the journal to his older brother, who paused a moment to continue staring at this girl. He hated to admit it, but everything about her screamed Winchester…

Finally tearing his eyes away, he glanced at the book being held to him. The entry was dated July, 1993:

July, 1993

Boston, Massachusetts.

Freak electrical storms knocking out power and flickering lights all over city, body turns up. Phenomena occurs every 3 weeks. Demon? No fires, but possible connection.

Been here a week, looking like poltergeist activity. Not sure what the attachment is.

Luke Mandeville.

Doreen Mandeville.

Middlesex Community College, Kathy.

Dean frantically flipped the page, only to find the next two pages torn out. He squinted hard at the small letters printed on the leftovers of the torn pages, but couldn't quite make it out.

"Sam?" He asked. He felt his brother shift to look over his shoulder at the book. He pointed to the writing on the side. "Can you read anything that says?"

Sam squinted too, leaning closer to the page. He could barely make out some of the words, but when he did, he pulled a grimace and looked away.

"Oh, man that's gross." He exclaimed. Kate and Dean looked oddly at him, Dean's eyebrow raised.

"What is it? Some witchy spell or ritual or something?" He asked. That would explain everything. Sam shook his head.

"No, worse." He looked seriously. "It's a vivid description of Dad seducing an 18 year old girl, and impregnating her." Everyone shuddered.

"Gross, dude. Freaking dad-sex in my head now." Dean whined, shaking his head. Sam frowned at his brother and looked through the rest of the journal.

"Dean, this all looks legit…" He said, seriously. "She really is his daughter… And our sister."

Both boys turned to look at the girl, as if really seeing her for the first time. Her hair was looser than before, falling in her face and at her shoulders. Her stance and muscle build were all John right there, with Sam's eyes to top them off. They were the same, from the color and style, to the open window of emotion pooling behind the irises. Dean saw himself in those eyes too, in the green mix just bursting around the pupil.

While Dean was finally finding the similarities, Sam watched as she fought off a hundred different feelings at once. Her face was gradually becoming paler, her hands shaking and her breaths quickening. Before he could even think, his instincts took over and he rushed to her, catching her as she fell.

"Kate!" He called, pushing the hair out of her face ."Kate, hey, it's ok. Just breathe. Take it easy, just breathe with me. In, out. That's it." He kept his voice low, calming and holding her as she finally caught her air. The color started returning to her cheeks and her eyes met Sam's.

"I…" She swallowed, still a little dazed and fighting back tears. "I have brothers…" Sam smiled at her, nodding and basking in her returned smile. Dean was frozen, his mind blank and devoid of any thought except one.

He was pointing a gun at his little sister…

Startled by the thought, he quickly clicked the safety back on and tossed the gun back on the couch as if it bit him. He couldn't believe it. He had a little sister, one his father had never told him about…

One his father had wanted destroyed.

He shuddered and took in the sight of Sam and Kate sitting on the floor, laughing and just staring at each other, as if they were having a telekinetic conversation only they could hear. He wasn't sure how to feel, but looking at his two siblings, he felt a surge of joy at the reunification, and the strongest sense of guilt he'd ever faced.

As if sensing his pain, Kate turned and sent him a dazzling smile, pure joy lit up on her face. He couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips. His family was here with him, he had that strange sense of peace about him now. Somehow, a small part of him felt complete.

Just as the three thought they may blow with the classic chick-flick moment and emotion on raw display, the door opened and the distinct smell of greased-up cheeseburgers broke the atmosphere.

"Alright, I grabbed four burgers with the works, no bitchin' allowed." Bobby stated, tossing each kid a bag and putting a water bottle on the table. "I, uh, know there's beer in the fridge, but wasn't sure what you're- um- tastes-"

"Thanks, Bobby." Kate said gratefully with a giggle. Bobby smiled, then frowned noticing her and Sam on the floor, Dean's stressed posture, and the loaded and ready gun on the couch. He raised an eyebrow.

"Did I miss something?"

After stuffing their faces full of burger meat, (Kate was unable to hold back the moan of pleasure as her stomach gratefully accepted the delicious burger, Dean smiling and patting her on the back in approval with Sam rolling his eyes), the three told Bobby exactly what he had missed while purchasing their gourmet treats. At the end of their story, he sighed.

"Yeah, I remember that day." He said sadly, turning to Kate. "Came stumbling in to my house, drunker than I'd ever seen him. Sprouted some nonsense about a college party and a spirit and a sweet and sexy little-"

"LALALALALALALALA I'M NOT LISTENING!" Kate hurriedly shoved her hands to her ears. Bobby winced.

"Sorry." Kate nodded and lifted her hands. "Anyway, he mentioned something about a baby, but passed out. Completely forgot what I was talking about the next morning." Kate's heart sank. He'd really forgotten all about her mother and her? Was that why he'd never bothered looking back?

Bobby noticed her sudden drop in mood and felt his heart go out to the poor kid. She'd had a tough life so far, and it wasn't even a quarter done with. He sighed.

"He did remember your mom and you a little later, though." Her eyes snapped up to meet his, hope sparkling in them.

"He- He did?" She asked. He nodded.

"Looked through his journal one day and found everything. That's why he tore the pages out. He didn't want anyone- or thing for that matter- knowing he had another child. He knew how much danger you'd be in." He explained. "John wasn't a bad guy, he had your best interests at heart-"

"Wait." She interrupted, her eyes scrutinizing his every move. "You just said… You said 'was'… He 'wasn't' a bad guy…" She trailed off, the question didn't need a verbal pose, just as the answer was obvious.

Her father was dead.

Involuntary tears came to her eyes as Kate looked down to the floor. She couldn't help the stab of longing and sense of betrayal that she felt. How could he have left her like that? How could he not have known she would look for him? It just wasn't fair. She'd worked so damn hard to find her father, and he was gone. Poof. Just like that.

The boys didn't have any clue what to say at that point. Bobby stood up to grab a beer, anything to get out of the awkward fog hanging at the table. Sam was overwhelmed by the need to just pull Kate into his arms and shield her from everything in this twisted world. He felt an odd surge of protectiveness take over when he looked at her, and the tear he knew she didn't mean to shed as she angrily scrubbed it from her face with her sleeve. He guessed this must be what it's like to be the older sibling.

Dean couldn't even look at his baby sister. He was ashamed, that was it. It was his fault that Kate had no father, his fault that all of her hard work had been for nothing. She was clinging to that hope her whole life that her father would save her from Hell, and thanks to Dean, he was actually there.

Finally, Kate looked up. Her face showed no evidence of her accidental tears, nor the grief she was swallowing back to her heart. It only showed a grim determination, and- was that, gratefulness?- gleaming in her eyes, still red from crying. She cleared her throat.

"Well, that's that I guess." She said quietly. Her mind was racing, her heart was trying to repair itself, she'd learned so much today, it was all getting to be overwhelming. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, ridding herself of any more evidence of tears. Bobby, who'd seen that look many times when caring for Sam and Dean, gestured to the bed nearest to the wall.

"I don't know about you folks, but I think we've had enough drama for one lifetime." He said. "Now, Kate, you'll be sleeping here. Sam, Dean, you can fight over who gets the couch and who gets this bed." He indicated the one on the other side. "I'm going to head home, an old friend called about a case. I expect that you idjits will check in with me when you figure out your next move?" He stared pointedly at the brothers. The double meaning was not lost on the two.

Call me when you decide if you're willing to abandon her.

Sam almost glared at his uncle, the very idea disgusting him. No way. He was NOT going to allow his baby sister to go back out and face the world by herself again, especially not now that he knew his father was the root cause of her suffering.

Dean was thinking the same as his brother at that point. He knew what it meant to be an older brother, and he was not going to abandon his little sister. It wasn't in him. Ever since he was a little kid he'd been raised as a warrior and a guardian of his little brother, his sister would be no different.

Bobby seemed to read the boys' reactions and almost smiled. He knew it would all be ok. Nodding to the boys, he turned to Kate.

"I'm glad you found your family, Kate. Remember, if these two morons give you any trouble, or you need anything at all, you call me. Got it?" She nodded.

"Yes sir." He smiled, and ruffled her hair.

"Good. I'll talk to you idjits later." He grabbed his bag, his keys, and his beer, and stepped out, making sure the door locked behind him.

Kate watched Bobby go, feeling oddly comforted by his gesture. It was nice to know someone had her back if she needed them. She thought of the two boys sitting next to her on the sofa with a smile. Her brothers, she realized. She wasn't alone in this world anymore.

Her last thought before her head fell into the crook of her arm on the couch, her eyes closing into oblivion, was of how grateful she was to have finally met her family.

Sam looked over when he heard a small 'thump' to find his sister (he still couldn't believe it!) out cold on the arm of the couch. Her head lay on her arm, using it as a pillow, and her face was one of peace. He found himself glad she could at least find some in her sleep.

Dean, who had been lost in thought, was brought back to the present by a nudge to the shoulder. He turned to Sam, who had a finger to his lips, pointing at Kate, sleeping soundly. It was obvious they didn't want to wake her, but they needed to be able to talk about their next move. He signaled to Sam that he would go get the bed ready, and Sam could carry her over. Sam nodded in understanding, and both boys stood.

He squared his shoulders in front of the sleeping girl, then bent to place one arm underneath her neck and one beneath her legs. He was startled by a hand grabbing his wrist tightly, but silently proud of his sister's reflexes and ability to defend herself, even when asleep. She stirred slightly.

"It's ok, Kate." He whispered in her ear. "It's Sam. I've got you, you're safe." This seemed to relax her, and she fell back into her deep sleep.

Sam prepared to lift her off the couch, and did so with surprising ease. He made a mental note of how truly skinny she was, and how needed to gage her meals from now on to ensure she ate enough.

Dean pulled back the covers on the bed, watching as his little brother quickly calmed Kate and lifted her easily. The few steps over didn't take long, and Sam laid her down carefully into the bed, pulling the covers up to her neck. It amazed Dean how easily Sam slid into the big brother position. It made him damn proud too.

Now came his turn as he took in his brother's appearance. His eyes had some light circles underneath them, his tall, muscular form seemed ready to topple over in a light breeze. Dean indicated the bed next to them.

"Good night, Sammy." He said. Leaving his slightly confused brother, he stepped over the couch, threw himself over the top, and stretched out along it. Sam finally caught up.

"No, it's ok, I can take the couch. You're driving tomorrow." He argued. Dean rolled his eyes and sat up.

"Rock, paper, scissors for it. Best two out of three wins the bed. Ok?" Sam nodded, pushing his hands in front of him.

"1… 2… 3!" Dean counted off. In a flash, he looked to see two of his fingers sticking out straight, (scissors), and Sam's in a fist, (rock). Sam smiled triumphantly and padded over to the bed.

"Always with the scissors, man." He said quietly, drifting into sleep. Dean smirked. He knew exactly what he was doing, but Sam would never have listened otherwise.

Stretching back out on the couch, Dean felt the day slipping away from him as his eyes began drifting closed. He knew his brother was too tall for this small couch, no matter how much he didn't want to admit it, and he never would have gotten enough sleep. They could always talk in the morning.

A small, triumphant smile on his face, Dean finally fell asleep, comforted by the knowledge that he was once again taking good care of his family.

Oh my goodness. 2:23 am and I am FINALLY done with this 7 page chapter. 3,247 words! ^-^

Thank you again to everyone who has reviewed and alerted this story. I'd love to know what you like about it, what you hate about it, whatever. Let me know?

Sorry these chapters are a little choppy. I always seem to have trouble with beginnings. Now that the big part is out there, I'll be able to move along the story line… for the most part… : )

Next chapter should be up either tomorrow or Wednesday!