Chapter 2 : Dean's POV
This frustrating girl just waltzes by into Bobby's house. As if I don't have enough on my plate with dad missing. I don't need to deal with a snot nosed girl claiming that her father was my father, which is entirely untrue. My dad loved my mother and even with her death, he would never ever tarnish that memory of her. He may be an alcoholic asshole, sleazy sometimes, flirty with women on cases when it was needed, but he would never sleep with them. I could hear this girl, who never said her name, chatting with Bobby. I took a deep breath and turned a left into the saloon.
" Ok, listen kid, I don't know what you think you know, but John's not your father." I told her.
She rounded on me, green eyes blazing with fury at being called kid. I took her in. She was about 5'7", not too bad of a height, about 17 or 18. She stood with a her arms crossed, fists clinched. She looked ready to fight. I felt something stir within me. I wanted this girl. Badly. Those tight pants and tight black tshirt didn't help quench anything. Her skin was pale with freckles and her lips stayed on the edge of a perpetual smile.
" For your information, he is. Before my mother….. died two years ago, she gave me this envelope and told me not to open it until my 18th birthday. When I opened it 6 months , it told me John Winchester was my and that need to find him. Ive been searching ever since for him." She tossed back at me, as sharp as a javelin.
" Then why are you here, sweetheart? This is my house. Not Johns." Bobby asked her, concerned.
" I do know that. Yesterday I got a voicemail from John himself. Here let me get my phone. I'll show you." She answered cordially. She proceeded to pull out her phone and punch in a few numbers.
" Kate, This is your father. Go to - proceeds with Bobby's adress - . His name is Bobby. He'll help you find your half brothers and they will keep you safe. Be careful. There are things in this world that you have never seen or can even imagine. They'll help you understand. " My fathers voice leeches through the phone. I want to punch something.
" So there. I'm looking for my half-brothers." She smugly looked at me, proud to prove a point. Damn she looked good.
" You're looking at one them. My name is Dean. I'm the oldest one. " I don't profer my hand to her. " Sam is your other brother. He's at Stanford right now."
She nods, indicating that she understands my point and the meaning behind the non-profered hand. At least she isn't dumb. She stands and stares at me, willing me to continue.
" I think your a little young to be told the ' Family Business'. " I tell her, trying to steer her, unsuccessfully from our world.
" Tell me. " She glared at me. Stubborn girl. Fine, she asked for it.
" Have you heard of monsters?" I start out.
" Umm yeah, who hasn't? I'm not stupid, Dean" She spits out my name with a little hint of venom.
" Its all real. Demons, Genies, Witches. The boogyman. All real. The family business is to hunt them and destroy them before they hurt other. Got it, Kate?" I spit back.
She nods, her eyes flutter and she collapses down.