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.

Mourning Morning

The girl in front of Sam smiled. It was a blurred image, but from what he could make out, she had dark hair and tanned skin.

"Hi!" She cried. She seemed happy, as though it had been her life's ambition to meet him. Sam smiled in response.

"Hi. Who are you?" Sam knew he should be polite, but he wanted to know what the hell was going on. He decided on a point halfway, and sat in the middle of polite and getting answers.

Sam had the vague sense that she was trying to answer him, but something was stopping her. He hands came up to her throat, and she shuddered a few times. The girl stopped after a little while, and tried again, with the same result. She eventually gave up, and sighed at him.

"I can't tell you. Who are you?" she asked him. Sam opened his mouth to answer, but instead, his breath caught in his throat. He gave up, after a second, understanding the reason she couldn't answer him. As he stopped trying to say his name, his throat cleared up, and he was able to breathe again.

"Where are we?" Sam wondered if all they could do was ask questions, and never give answers, when she answered.

"I wouldn't have a clue." Her voice seemed to come from far way, as though it was being shouted across a long distance. "Do you know where we are?"

Sam shook his head sadly at the girl. When she didn't ask him anything else, he sat down, and tried to make some sense of what was happening. After a while, his eyes became heavy, and he lay down, giving into the weight.

Sam opened his eyes, finding himself looking up at Dean. He sat up so he could take in his surroundings. The room was exactly the same as he'd left it, apart from Dean, now sitting on his own bed.

"What's up?" Sam asked, not sure why Dean had woken him. He didn't usually do it without a reason. Dean pulled something from behind him, and it landed on his bed with a thump. The headline was all it took to get Sam out of bed. He was halfway to the car when Dean grabbed him.

"Easy, Sammy." Dean said, twisting him around so he couldn't just bolt for the door. "Why don't we wait for a minute, read the article, and get dressed before we go racing out." Dean told Sam with a patronising smile, making sure that he realised that he had just sprinted towards the car in his PJs without any preparation whatsoever.

Sam turned to the newspaper, and began reading. The headline seemed to make it clear that the killing he'd seen had already happened. It didn't hold much new information. The police had gotten a call early last night. The man, Aaron Bashter, had been killed, his neck broken in two places. He'd been found in the kitchen. He was the father of-

"Three daughters?" Sam gasped. Dean looked up from where he was sitting, looking, once again, in their dad's journal.

"Huh?" Dean asked his brother. He hadn't really read the article, just glanced at the title, and gave it to Sam.

"He's got three daughters." Sam cried again for his brother's sake. He continued to stare at the paper as though it would change.

"So… you didn't actually see her, did you?" Dean asked his brother. He thought that he'd be able to pick them from a crowd. Being proved wrong, he began to wonder if doing this his brother's way was actually a good idea. But, he'd already given Sam his word, and he wasn't one to go back on it lightly.

"No, she just called him her father." Sam sighed. This was going to take a while. He considered telling Dean about his latest dream, but he decided against it. It was probably nothing. Just a weird, one-off dream. Or that's what he tried to tell himself.

"So, what do we do now?" Dean asked his brother.

Alex woke from a strange dream. There had been someone. A boy. She sighed and shook her head, wondering how she'd gotten into her room. The last thing she remembered was crying on the lounge with her sisters and talking to the police.

"Alex?" A knock on the door accompanied her sister's voice. Helen hesitantly opened the door and looked in. Alex smiled at her elder sister. Helen was three years older, and she really was Alex's very best friend.

"Hey." Alex called to her sister. She'd once thought that she might be related to Helen, back when she was small. Alex'd had blond hair then, but once her hair had turned the dark colour it was now, she had realised that she wasn't related t anyone in her family.

"Hey, how're you feeling?" Helen asked her youngest sister. They were all close, Alex, Stacy and her. It wouldn't have made sense not to like each other because they weren't related. They just wanted to know who their biological family was. Not that they really thought they were missing out on anything.

"I'm ok." Alex's throat felt like someone had sanded the thing down the whole time she'd been asleep. Helen must have heard it in her voice because she winced in sympathy.

Alex sat up, and patted he end of her bed, her meaning clear. Helen walked in and sat down, facing her sister.

"There's going to be some people come around to day. You gonna be ok?" Helen was cautious, not sure how her sister was taking their dad's death. Alex nodded, slipped out her he bed, and walked to her closet, looking for something reasonable to wear. She finally selected a black dress and turned back to her sister, who was watching Alex.

"I'll be fine as long as I can get to my class." Alex responded. The many martial art classes that she went to were on everyday. Someday, there was more then one class on, but she'd go to them both. Helen understood her sister's need for the classes now. They'd give her a sense of normality, something to take out her feelings on, and to get away from everyone. It wouldn't have been a good idea to mention to her that their father's death had made the front page.

"That'll be fine." Helen assured her sister. Helen got off the bed and walked to the door before turning to her sister once again.

"Breakfast is ready." She told her youngest sibling before closing the door on her way out. Alex nodded to herself. The classes where important to her, not only for the reasons Helen thought, but also because she felt like she needed to know how to fight. She didn't look it, but she was fairly strong. She could have taken on most of the boys her age and won.

Alex pulled on the black dress, noting to herself that it was now, not only her prom dress, but her mourning dress. Another sigh escaped her as she pondered her father's death. It was depressing, yes, but at least now they didn't have to go behind his back to look for their real parents.

She brushed her hair, and pulled it back into a plait, so it was out of her way. When she got home, she'd watch a horror film to relax. She knew that most people wouldn't watch a horror film for relaxation, but then, Alex wasn't really known for being normal. It was like second nature for her, almost as if she was researching something. She'd even taken a mythology course in college.

Stacy and Helen were already at the table when she got there, eating some puffs that had been in the freezer. Alex sat down and took one off a plate in the middle. She wasn't really all that hungry, but she knew she had to eat. After forcing one of the pastries down her throat, she pulled out some juice. Alex poured three glasses, one for each of them. She had been raised with manners, after all. Helen and Stacy nodded their thanks.

After they were done eating, not that it took long, by unspoken agreement they all began to clean the house. Alex found herself vacuuming the floors before everyone came in. She didn't want people to think they were incapable, and was fairly sure she felt the same as her sisters when it came to that.

Soon after they were done, the people started arriving. There were a lot, most of them strangers to Alex. Some of the people were her sister's friends. She knew most of them, but had precious few of them herself. Being in a family where you weren't related to anyone, but with your siblings also in the same boat, made you fairly close. To Alex, that was all she needed.

Most of the people she didn't know were her father's work mates. Or just co-workers. It was then that Alex realised that she didn't know what her father did for a living. She knew he did irregular hours, and that he got good pay, but she had no idea what exactly it was.

As person after person came forward, Alex got more and more sick of people saying 'I'm sorry for your loss' or 'your farther was a great man' or anything similar. She just wanted them to go talk to someone else.

She began to hang with her sisters more and more exclusively, not able to handle the mass of people. Stacy directed people to the kitchen with their food. Alex wondered who came up with the idea to give a mourning family food, as though that made anyone feel better. Helen listened to everyone's stories of their father. Some even started to talk about how he'd never married, and how it was such a shame.

Alex had just decided that she was going to punch the next person who offered a shallow consolation, when two men approached her. Like most of them, Alex had no idea who they were, but she was more at ease with the sight of them. They noticed her, and walked forward.

One of them, the shortest, but still the eldest, had short brown hair and dark green eyes. He looked sorry to be here, almost as though he'd been to too many grief stricken houses.

The other one was taller, had darker hair and brown puppy dog eyes. He had a comforting air about him, one that made Alex strangely glad he was here. It was bizarre, she thought, that she felt closer to a stranger then she had to her father.

"Hi, I'm Sam." The taller one shook Alex's hand and gestured to the man at his side. "This is my brother, Dean."

Dean stepped forward and took Alex's hand, like Sam had. "I'm sorry for your loss." Dean murmured. Alex couldn't take it anymore. She pulled her arm back and smiled as she felt the impact on his face.

A/N: Ok, for those who are waiting to the marriage bells, they're not happening between Alex and Dean or Alex and Sam. Or anyone at this point. Just making that one clear. NO ROMANCE HAPPENING HERE, GUYS.