A/N: Ok, here's the thing. I haven't actually seen all of Supernatural.

Beta: Wingedteen

Defiance

Courtesy of another of Sam's death visions, the Winchesters are on the hunt again. This time, though, it's different. They know that the daughter killed her father. They know she's dangerous, her telekinetic powers well beyond those of Max. There's just one problem. They don't know which one of the girls killed him.

Interrogation

Alex looked around at the house's yard. The grass was still uncut, browning and full of weeds. The house next door still loomed over hers, giving the house a bit of a creepy feel to it.

She couldn't see any of that, however, because of the people. The police cars were on the street, blocking the view of the house next door. There were people all over the lawn –rather the space between the footpath and the front of the house- trying to see in.

Helen's cold fingers wrapped around Alex's wrist and tugged her inside. Alex let Helen drag her into the lounge room to speak to the police officer that was waiting impatiently for her statement. He wasn't exactly happy about being called from his bed at three in the morning. Alex wondered if the officers ever thought about how she felt, coming down stairs to get a drink and finding her dad's dead body in the kitchen.

"Miss…" the officer began, his tone not quite polite, looking at Alex for her name.

"Alexandra." she answered, making sure to look him in the eyes. Alex was sick of his superior, snotty attitude towards herself and her sisters. Alex smirked internally as he broke eye contact first, which by pack rules, would have made her the more dominant wolf.

"Miss Alexandra. You're the youngest, correct?" the officer looked to Alex and Helen for confirmation. Alex nodded as Stacy entered the room, and they sat down on the lounge together, leaving the officer their dad's armchair.

"So you found the body?" he began. Again, Alex nodded. "Can you tell me about how that happened?" the officer prodded. Alex took a deep breath before answering.

"Ok, so, I woke up, as I usually do in the night. I'm always in need of water in the middle of the night, so this was no different. So I walked down to the kitchen. I didn't turn the light on because I can find things around here without it. I've been here that long, and it rarely changes. I got my drink and I was going back to my room when I stumbled on something. I wanted to know what it was, so I hit the light switch. And…" Alex broke down in tears when she got to this point, and her story began to be a muffled muttering among the sobs.

"Is there anyone you can think of who might have wanted to kill your father?" the officer asked, putting his question to everyone there, not just Alex. Helen took over from her younger sister, leaving Stacy to whisper the words of comfort.

"No. He was good, and kind. He was the best dad you could have asked for. We all loved him even though-" Helen broke off. The officer noted this and looked up, questioning her with his gaze. When she didn't respond, he voiced the question.

"Even though, what?" he asked. Helen shared a quick look with Stacy before going on.

"Even though he's not our… real dad." The girl answered. The officer looked up, and the differences in their hair colours caught his eye. The girl that had just been speaking, Helen, was pale, and delicate, as though she'd been fashioned out of glass. Her eyes were green, set in a heart-shaped face, and framed by her straight blond hair.

The girl in the middle, Alexandra, was more athletic looking and solidly built, tanned, and had an air about her that said she could take on anything. Her eyes were a dark hazel, her hair long, dark and wavy. She was obviously not one to take lightly.

The other girl -Stacy, he guessed from his notes- was athletic, deeper tanned then Alexandra and looked like she wanted you to know it. On top of that, she had the kind of look about her that boasted that she knew everything- not that you would be smart enough to know even that. Her hair was a short wavy red, pulled back into a hasty ponytail, pieces spinning down to frame her face.

Now that he took the time to look properly, the girls were obviously not related, and compared to their 'father' in the other room; they didn't look anything like him, either.

"Did Mr Bashter ever tell you that you were adopted?" the officer inquired. All the girls shook their heads. The one on the right, Stacy, spoke up.

"No, we all confronted him about it, but he never told us who our real parents were, or where. He always told us that he was our father." Stacy said. She obviously held some resentment, not that the officer blamed her for it.

"We said that he was our dad, daddy, the one who raised us, but he never seemed to take the hint. We all wanted to know our biological parents, but he never told us. We've been looking for them since, but we haven't found anything." Helen threw in. she blushed and hid her face in her hair after a few seconds.

Alex's sobs quietened and soon she was relaxed, breathing heavily, leaning on Stacy. The officer noted the girls' exhausted faces and thought about his own bed, longingly. He finally realised that, however bad it was for him, it was at least ten times worse for the girls, especially Alex. They'd woken up in the dead of the night to find that their father was dead. The fact that he wasn't their real father didn't really mean much- he still raised them.

"Alright." The officer stood up from the couch and headed to the door. The sun was creeping over the horizon, he noted with surprise.

Helen followed him to the door to let him out. The officer turned to the girl, and smiled.

"I'm so sorry for your loss." He told her. I was a bit late for that, he knew, but it was better late then never. "You and your sisters should get some sleep." He told Helen, before heading out to his car. He was bombarded by people wanting to know what was going on, but he walked to his car without another word.

Dean pulled the car to a stop by a motel. His he looked over to Sam, curled up in his seat. For once his brother wasn't having a nightmare, so Dean was hesitant to wake him. Even so, he couldn't very well carry him up to the room.

With a soft sigh, Dean reached across the car and gently shook his brother wake. Sam stared uncomprehendingly at his brother for a moment, before he looked around them.

"We're here?" he asked, although he was fairly sure he already knew the answer. With a nod of his head, Dean got out of the car to get a room for the two of them. He wasn't really sure how long they would be there for, so he got the room for three days.

Dean moved the car closer to the room, and grabbed a gun which was, as always, already fully loaded. Sam noticed his brother's actions and shook his head.

"Dean?" Sam called to his brother. Dean stopped for a moment, looked questioningly at his brother but continued walking. Sam got the message, though.

"We do this my way." Sam told him. Dean stopped, surprised at his brother's order. And it had been an order, he realised, not just a request.

"Sure we will, Sammy." Dean threw the words over his shoulder at his brother, followed by his trademark smirk.

"Dean, I mean it!" Sam continued to call to his brother. Dean walked into the motel room and dumped his duffle bag on the bed before turning to Sam and shoving him against the wall.

"Listen here, Sammy, and listen good. The last time we came across a telekinetic, we did it your way. We both almost got killed, and the kid died as a result. This time, we just kill the girl, and save everyone the trouble." Dean growled at his brother.

Sam twisted out of his brother's grip and glared at him.

"Dean, she was provoked. I don't think she meant to kill him. We're just going to talk to her. If you remember, last time, the only reason it went that way is because you had a gun with you." Sam growled back at Dean.

Dean, after watching his brother for a few minutes, realised he was serious. He knew his bother had made is mind up, and there was nothing Dean could do to change it.

"Alright, we do it your way." Dean turned back to his duffle bag and got ready to get some sleep. He turned back to Sam as an afterthought.

"Sam, if you wake me up before ten, I'll kill you." Dean added to his statement. Sam smirked at him, and rolled into his bed.