Hey everyone, long time no update! Sorry bout that, I've been insanely busy with school& life but I have finished "I am the Wolfman" and now have time to work on this! Yay! So, on with "A Wolf's Uncle"! Enjoy!

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Sam's Point of View

I closed the leather bound journal, still desperately trying to digest all of what I had just read. Hundreds of entries filled the journal, each one containing a little piece of Lucas, a little piece of who Chelsea's father was.

I swallowed hard, my throat tight as my stupid emotions rose high, I looked over to Dean, who sat patiently waiting to read the journal himself. Chelsea was back in her human form curled tightly against his chest with the covers pulled over both of them.

I handed the journal over to Dean and got up, mumbling something about getting a shower, he shot me a concerned look but didn't push the issue, just decided to read the journal himself.

I closed the creaky wooden door behind me and slid down it as I fell into my own thoughts. Chelsea's dad had been such a caring man, and now his family was in ruins because of some stupid supernatural beast. Even though the journal had talked a lot about his life, I still hadn't found one clue about where he was now. And that killed me the most, because all I wanted for both him and that little girl was to get them back together.

Reading that journal had also brought back memories of my own, of wishing and hoping when I was younger on just having a normal family. The memories of when I started asking questions, only to be left in a lonely darkness that had grown into a place of anger towards my father as I grew older.

Now though, now after reading from a father's point of view and remembering my own dad, the memories of the past had tore cruelly at my heart. The pain of loosing Dad had been rubbed raw again, the hurt suddenly slamming back into me with brute force.

I stood and turned on the shower as hot as it could go, steam rolling up as the pounding of water hit my ears. I clenched my jaw tightly, trying so hard to not let those memories crawl back into my mind, with those memories came the torturous thought of dad being in Hell.

Because that was the worst part of it all, death itself is a terrible thing, but to find out your very own father is in an eternal hell…mine as well be in a living hell.

I stripped my clothes, the materials suddenly seeming to hold my skin too tightly as I peeled them off. I stepped in the shower, the burning rain no relief to my aching mind, but at least it felt real. I wouldn't allow myself to sink into the numbing world of pain and despair the memories of the past had brought me, I refused because Chelsea needed me. She needed me when I stepped out this door, but right now I needed to release the pain that was built inside me, if just for a little bit.

My tears mixed with the water as it ran down the drain, for now I let the pain that I had long buried since my fathers passing go. Let it consume me for these few moments until I had to once again step back into reality and move on with the world outside the door. Right now though, I let it go.

I let the memories flood my senses and bring back all those times with my father. The scent of him almost fresh in my mind, leather and oil for cleaning his guns, and I missed it.

We had our rough spots, more so then our smooth, but that didn't mean I hated the man. He was my father, I had loved him, and with him now gone I missed him more then ever.

I stood in the shower for a long time, letting the hot water scorch my skin until it was bright red. Let my mind wonder into a place of no coherent thoughts until the pain faded and I felt ready to face my brother and that little girl out there.

I placed a hand against the cold steel handle, a shock to my boiling skin as I turned the water off. Steam rolled all around me, flooded out as I opened the curtain and grabbed the off white towel that hung waiting for me. I wrapped it around my waist, it cool fabric a relief to my hot flesh. I stepped out, the floor slick with droplets of water as I stood and faced the fogged over mirror. I raised a hand to it and wiped away the moisture, a cleaned streak revealing my sopping wet hair and swollen hazel eyes that didn't seem to be my own.

I stared for a moment, observing the man I had become compared to the young boy I had just so recently remembered. The childish innocence was gone, along with the happy kid that had once resided in this mind. Travels, hunts and death had made sure they were gone, had guaranteed I didn't grow up to love this world, this life.

I turned on the cold water, running it over my steaming face and washing away the swollen redness that surrounded my eyes, hinting the guard I had let down.

Wiping away the droplets that covered my frame I dressed into my pajamas, the thought of sleep a happy one to my aching mind. It was past two in the morning, the night had been long and filled with both physical and mental exhaustion. I opened the door, the steam now rushing to escape the confined space and spread eagerly into the small motel room.

I stepped out and found Dean looking off into space as he softly rubbed Chelsea's back. At the sound of my footfalls he slowly gazed up, his eyes revealing something had been brought up when he read the journal entries. He said nothing, we only held a gaze that said it all.

I guess that was the thing about having a brother, you never had to say anything, because you knew each other so well that a glance could tell your story. I knew the same thing that had come to my mind had come to Dean's, only he would refuse to ever say anything or dare to let it go as I had.

Dean gathered Chelsea in his arms and with a nod signaled for me to get into bed so I could hold her. I gave a nod back, crawling beneath the covers and throwing them aside while Dean stood and softly set her back down beside me. Without another word he went into the bathroom himself, shutting the door softly behind him.

I looked down at the little sleeping girl beside me, her tiny body rising and falling with each precious breath. My thoughts traveling to that time, the time of no worries or pain. Yet, now Chelsea was facing that, just as our family had so many years ago.

The thought struck me suddenly and my heart sank with worry and hurt, I didn't want her to grow up with a bitter taste for life as I had slowly done. I refused to let that happen to her, and putting a stop to that I realized, meant we had to find her family, her father.

I dearly loved this kid, and desperately wished I could forever hold her in my arms and tell her everything was going to be ok, but that just couldn't happen. With the life Dean and I lived, I wouldn't want and child having to endure it. Never.

I turned off my light, pulling Chelsea closer to my side as I made myself a promise that as long as she stayed with us, she wouldn't loose her innocence, her childhood, as Dean had been forced to do, as I had been forced to do.

Looking into the dark room I found the curtain open to reveal a sliver of a moon over the snowy landscape, the light blue light flooding into the clear glass as best as it could. As I fell into sleep, my mind wandering to that odd place it goes when sleep comes, I thought I saw a wolf running across that landscape, then two. I realized it was only my mind, imagining it as they faded away into thin air, then seemed to reappear behind my closed eyes. I only wished the one could be me, that one day I could have that freedom…but what I wanted never seemed to come true…

Dean's Point of View

Sam handed me the journal, I showed no excitement as he did this, but inside my curiosity consumed my mind. I had been glancing at Sam as he read, the classic geek boy look over coming him with great excitement. As he read more though, and the time passed, his expression changed hell I even picked up as his mood changed. He became sullen almost, his jaw clenched as he seemed to be reading something that struck him hard. I knew my brother, and I knew when something was wrong with him, and right now something was wrong.

As he went to go to the bathroom, mumbling about a shower I almost asked him what was wrong, but I knew better then that. If he wanted to say something he'd say it, and I could probably find the answers by reading what he had just experienced.

I flipped open the journal, which reminded me so much of my own fathers, and began reading. Each entry pulled me more and more into the life of Lucas Blue, and made me realize what a great life he had, and how it was now going down the drain because of these damn Huntators.

Chelsea scooted closer to me, she had fallen asleep an hour ago after she had changed back and slipped into her pajamas, more then happy to crawl onto my lap and snuggle. And now, as I read more about her past, the more I wanted to keep her close and protect her from the world, and just find her father that loved her so deeply.

Yet in the back of my mind was that constant voice of keeping her, of not finding her father and settling down with her and Sam, being a family again, like the one described on these pages. Although one side of me yelled how horrible it was, the other nagged that I deserved peace after the many years of battling.

I finished the last entry, my mind burnt out from all the information I had just read about one mans life. And now, as I thought about this man he reminded me ever so slightly of someone close. He reminded me of my very own father in a way. He was strong, bull headed and willing to do anything for his family just like my own father.

I rubbed Chelsea's back as I remembered my childhood with dad, yeah it had been rough and he had been strict, but all the same he had loved us, and nothing ever changed that. Loved us enough that he'd sell his own god damn soul to hell to save me, and with that thought my gut twisted in pain. Everyday that passed I thought about that, thought of all the would've, could've, should've that had to do with dad and that deal. The thought of knowing he was in a place of endless torture, all because of me, that was worse then any hell could come up with.

Right now I couldn't worry about that though, I couldn't go back to that place and forget about what was happening now. I had a little girl here that needed to be taken care of, needed all the love and support that I could provide so she wouldn't have to deal with the pain Sam and I had to face everyday. By getting her back to her father, by getting her back to a pack that loved and cared about her, that would carry me on. Dad had taught us well, and although he was a calloused man, there was never a question if he loved us or not.

I didn't want the same thing to happen to Lucas, to Chelsea. I knew Lucas wouldn't become like my father, but without Chelsea he might. And I loved the man, would never say I didn't like the way he raised us, but that's not what I wanted for Chelsea. I wanted a peaceful normal life, I wanted love, protection, stability. Everything I had always wanted for Sam…but could never give him.

Sam, my little brother, practically more my son then he was our fathers. I remembered when he was young and innocent like this, and how as he grew older, how when he found out what our dad did he had grown distant, bitter almost. At this age, he had still looked up to me, still been that innocent kid that loved to tag along with his big brother, but that had disappeared when the life we carried caught up to him.

The day Jess had died, Sam had lost any piece of that could have remained, the evil of this world had consumed him and he had been forced to become the son of our father. A man set on revenge and fighting the evils of this world, fighting for reasons that seemed to fade with time, and we fought just because it was habit.

Chelsea though, she was a reminder of why we fought. Her innocence, her family, the small life that was now under our protection were all reasons as to why we kept going. After dad died, I just wanted to give up, just stop this God awful fight and lay down to rest. But the drums of war wouldn't allow that, and now, I once again had a reason to bear the torch of battle. Now, with this tiny girl in my arms, I would be willing fight that battles that lie ahead.

I heard a door creak open and steam flooded into the room, Sam stepped out, skin a bright red from a hot shower. His hair was damp and lay in his eyes, seeming to try and hide what he really felt with those dark brown strands.

We caught one another's gaze, the pain seeming almost to radiate from him as he stood with a hunched and exhausted frame before me. I gave him a knowing look, a thing brothers had come to share was communication without words but eyes.

I decided giving him time and space was the only thing to help him, asking him would be to emotional for my taste personally, I couldn't deal with rehashing those past memories now. Gathering Chelsea I signaled for him to lay down, this didn't mean Chelsea shouldn't lay with him. She had been my reminder, he needed one as well. He did held her close and seemed to go distant as he watched her sleep and his own eyes grew heavy, with that I headed to the bathroom as silently as I could.

Pulling the door shut gently behind me I turned to the mirror, half was cleared while fog still blurred the other side. I looked at my reflection, my eyes hard as I studied my face. To some I came off as the cocky bastard who was never scared, never afraid of a challenge, just laughed in the face of danger. Right now though, I was scared, I was afraid and more then ever I was worried. I didn't want anything happening to that little girl, not one scratch, but with the lives we lead, that seemed almost damn near impossible.

I made myself a promise, I'd do everything in my power to get that little girl back in her fathers arms. Even if I greedily wanted to keep her all to myself, I wouldn't let my selfishness stand in the way of a family. They had already lost a mother, that in itself I knew from personal experience was enough to tear apart a life. But I knew, after reading the life, the emotions of Lucas Blue that he wouldn't allow that outside evil to destroy his family as we had ours. He had the support of a pack behind him, maybe if my father had support of a family I had never know I wouldn't be standing where I was today.

But here I was, and there was nothing I could do about it except carry on and take care of my own family. Sam was my number one priority, but now I had two priorities, Chelsea and my little brother.

I showered quickly and stepped out of the warm bathroom into the chilly room, the lights were out and only darkness greeted my eyes. I saw the form that was Sam and Chelsea, my brothers breathing heavy with sleep as he laid a protective arm over the small girl.

I felt a smile come to me as my heart warmed at the sight, I was a big brother, always would be, and that was needed now more then ever.

Chelsea's Point of View

I had weird dreams, and I didn't like them one bit. In one, a big, ugly scary monster was chasing me, he even bit my tail! I couldn't get away, but then my Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean had saved me, so it was o.k.

I wake up to find I'm snuggled next to Uncle Sam, his chin resting on my head and arm over my body. I love him, but he kinda makes it tough to move sometimes! I bite my lip, deciding if I should wake him or just get out. I look over and saw it was already ten, geez they slept late! I squirm until my hand was free, then turn over and poke Uncle Sam in the chest lightly.

"Uncle Sam?...Uncle Sam?" I whisper, not to loud so I didn't startle him.

His eyes open and he looks dazed and confused, I laugh at his funny expression. I smile warmly at me and open his eyes a little more, he moves his arm and freed me from his grip.

"Mornin' Chels, whatcha need?" He asks roughly with sleep in his voice.

"Nothin' just tellin' ya it's time to get up! It's getting' late ya know, day light's a burnin'!" Uncle Sam chuckles at that and closes his eyes again.

"Five more minutes' kiddo, how bout you go wake up Uncle Dean?" He sighs and I shrug, sounds good to me!

I jump out of bed, my new pajamas keeping me warm, the room is really cold this morning! I jump onto Uncle Dean's bed, and shake his shoulders gently.

"Uncle Dean? Uncle Dean?" I whisper and he just continues to snore.

Rolling my eyes I stand up and jump up and down on the bed, laughing as Uncle Dean wakes up and grabs me quickly, holding me over him.

"What are you doin' runt! Wakin' me up with all this ruckus!" He grumbles as he looks up at me, his green eye squinting in the morning light.

"It's time to get up Uncle dean! It's already ten, isn't that late enough?" I ask him, grabbing at his face, maybe then he'll let me go!

"Nah, to early if you ask me, but I suppose we should head out pretty soon, huh?" He puts me down on top his chest and I nod in approval.

"What we gonna do today Uncle Dean?" I ask, digging out his necklace from under his shirt and playing with it.

"Not real sure Chels, we might stick around town for a little bit, or head out to Wisconsin to fin your dad." Suddenly my Uncle Dean seems to be sad, that worries me, because Uncle Sam seemed really sad this morning to.

"What's wrong Uncle Dean?" I ask, looking up and meeting his eyes.

"Nothin' Chels, don't you worry bout it." He's hiding something from me, which makes me sad, but I don't know how to make him talk.

I could threaten to wash his mouth out with soap, that's what my mommy would sometimes tell me!

I shrug then crawl off and go back and poke Uncle Sam.

"Come on Uncle Sam, we got stuff to do!"

He opens his eyes and smiles at me, the starts to pull the covers off and pull himself out of bed.

"Alright, I'm up, I'm up. Chels, you go get your shower, Uncle Dean and I will pack things up, k?" He says as he sits on the edge of his bed.

I nod in determination. Before this mommy had always gotten a shower with me, but I was learning how to all on my own. Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean said I had to be a big girl and do it by myself, so they showed me how to turn it on, off, hang a towel and everything! I'd done good, even put all my clothes on the right way, which could be tough sometimes.

I skipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. As I started to try and hang my towel up, where was uncle Sam and his tallness when I needed it! I started to hear my Uncles talking, I paused and listened as they did so.

"So, what'd you think of the journal?" Uncle Sam said softly.

"It was…intense, I mean what that family has gone through, who they are, it's amazing really. Except, it gave us zip about where he might be located." Uncle Dean answered roughly.

"Yeah, I know…"Uncle Sam seemed to drift into his own thoughts and was silent for a few minutes.

"Sam, you alright? You seemed…upset after you read that last night?" Uncle Dean asked, his pitch of voice changing in a funny way.

"Yeah, fine, just…reminded me of Dad a bit…" Uncle Sam said, his voice full of sadness.

"Yeah…me too." Uncle Dean answered, not wanting to say much more.

"We just can't let her get caught up in all this ya know, like dad with us, can't let that mistake happen twice…" Uncle Sam said, a bit of anger in his voice.

"Whoa, now hold on. I know dad wasn't perfect, but it wasn't that horrible." Uncle Dean said, his own voice raising with anger.

"That's not what I meant Dean, it's just, death ruined our family and I don't want it to ruin hers, I don't want Lucas turning into…" Uncle Sam trailed off.

"What? Into dad? Yeah, I don't want any family to face what ours has, but all we need to think about now is getting her back to her dad safely, what happens from there is out of our control." Uncle Dean shuffled around the room.

I was worried about my Uncles, they were upset at something there daddy had done, and were worried about me. They shouldn't worry about me, or be upset with there daddy. I open the door and ran out, hugging who ever was nearest, which happens to be Uncle Sam.

"Don't worry bout me Uncle Sam, I'm fine, and you shouldn't be mad at your daddy, I'm sure he just wanted to do what was best for you and Uncle Dean!" I look up into his eyes and he has a said look on his face, with his eyebrows all scrunched together and frowning in a worried way. He leans over and picks me up, holding me close he whispers a thank you and it will be ok. He gives me a kiss and hugs me tight again, holding me close for a long while. Then he pulls me back, he smiling but his eyes are misted and I give him another kiss. He sets me down and I turn to Uncle Dean, he picks me up in a tight hug as well, and I bury my head into his scruffy face.

"Don't be upset Uncle Dean, we have each other, that's what my pack and I always say, that no, no matter what we will always have each other."

He pats my back and kisses my head, he holds me tight for a few moments to until he sets me down and they both smile at me.

"You run an get your shower now Chels, we need to head out." Uncle Dean says as he places a hand on my head and ruffles my hair.

"Kay!" I say and once again skip off to the shower.

My Uncles could save me from monsters, but I was determined to save them from being all sad and down.

Narrator's Point of View

Sam, Dean and Chelsea remained in Colorado for another week, looking everywhere possible in which Chelsea's grandparents might have been. They kept coming to dead ends, not being able to find the pack or even any clues to where the pack might have been. Chelsea was right when she said they knew how to be secretive, they left not a trace.

"I just don't understand why the grandparents would have just left Chelsea though; something had to have happened to them." Sam said as he sat in a tiny diner, Dean a few feet away outside the bathroom door while Chelsea was inside.

"I don't know man, I just can't believe how these friggin' people can disappear like that. We need to go to plan B, hit Wisconsin and find her dad." Dean said, running a tired hand over his face.

"Yeah, cause that's going to be fun…" Sam sighed looking over his map once again.

"Well, no one ever said our lives were easy, but hell, we've dealt with worse." Dean glanced back as the door opened and Chelsea walked out with her stuffed wolf in tow.

"Good to go Chels?" He asked with a grin as he pulled her up.

"Yup Uncle Dean, what's for lunch today?" She asked playing with the wolf's ears.

She put herself on his lap, as usual and looked up into his eyes, Sam ginned at the now familiar sight.

"I dunno, whatcha wanna to eat?"

Chelsea seemed to ponder for a moment, her face scrunching in wonder then she grinned with a decision.

"A cheeseburger! With lots of ketchup and fries!"

Dean laughed and smiled at Sam, approving of what he was making her like and dislike. Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled, already fearing what was to come, for as of now her favorite shirt was the ACDC one.

Chelsea had taken a little bit from Sam and Dean, finding that she enjoyed Dean's taste in music, food and cars. While she loved to have Sam read her stories from the laptop at night, tell her things about the world she never knew and teach her things she eagerly wanted to learn.

Of course the past week had been filled with many questions, they ranged from where puppies came from to where they were going. Sam and Dean hadn't been able to answer them all, but they had to the best of there ability, working hard to fill in the parental roll.

Chelsea never favored one more then the other, she enjoyed going back and forth between the two, happy to have two caring Uncles that refused to let anything happen to her.

No events such as the one in Wal-Mart had occurred since then, only once had Chelsea become scared of another person, and Sam and Dean had immediately left to comfort her. She easily read what mood they were in, her gift of the Sight making it simple for her to do what was necessary to cheer up her Uncles.

Then there was the one day a man had approached them and asked if they had adopted Chelsea, and if they had that he was disappointed to be living in a state that would allow homosexuals to do such things. This had royally pissed off Dean for two reasons, one, he assumed Sam and him were gay and two, he basically said they weren't being good parents. To say the least the man was going to need a good dental plan after having a run in with the Winchesters.

Now as they ate, all were happy and peaceful, enjoying the moment that chaos was not occurring in there lives. They were headed to Wisconsin, it was a long drive and it was guaranteed to be one heck of a ride.

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Alright, so what'd we think? I really wanted to express the different opinions between Sam and Dean after reading the Journal entries. Sam being more saddened at the memories and look at a "normal family" and worrying about the future, while at the same time caught in the past . While Dean fell into the big brother roll of seeing this as even more of a reason to protect Chelsea, avoiding his own feelings and thoughts and caring about others.

I love both the brothers equally, so don't think cause I portrayed Sam like that I don't like him! I just thought that's how is realistic reaction would be, and I'd love to hear your opinion on if I got it right.

I left off in the spot I did because this is the end of basically introducing Chelsea, I have another two sections planned out(probably 8 chapters each) in which she road trips with them and they begin to find her father. Her father by the way, is still being trapped and fighting of the Huntators, which I'll be coming back to in the next chapter. As I said earlier, she stays with them for a while, more conflicts and fun to come with Chelsea in tote!