Beth looked at the man, wide eyed and not daring to speak. Eventually she asked, "Are you Winchester?" The man looked suspicious, but Beth didn't even know if it was Dean or Sam. She had never found any pictures of them on the internet.

Winchester said, "Who's asking?" all butch like.

Beth rolled her eyes, but then found herself unsure of what to say next. She couldn't exactly say, "Hi, I'm the daughter of either you or your brother, oh and my mother's missing so you're the only family I got. Oh, and can I borrow some spit, I want to run a DNA test." No, for some reason Beth didn't think saying that would fly.

The awkward silence continued until Beth heard another low voice say, "Dean, who was at the door?" What was up with all the super deep voices anyway? The man, Dean, glanced back at the door before clearing his throat, as if he was about to say something.

Before Dean could say anything Beth said quickly, "Listen, this is gonna sound insane but I think that you or another Winchester in your family is my father."

Dean went very still and looked as if he had seen a ghost. He asked quietly, "How old are you?"

Beth didn't understand what her age had to do with anything, but she answered anyway. "Fourteen," she said. Dean nodded and Beth asked why he wanted to know her age.

Dean said, "No reason," but Beth didn't buy it. He asked, "Do you know the name and age of your father. Was… was it… John?

It took a second for Beth to remember who John was, but when she did she rushed in to assure Dean that his father wasn't her father. She said quickly, "No, it isn't you father."

Dean looked surprised that she knew his father's name, but the look of surprise quickly turned to one of suspicion. Beth was beginning to notice that Dean got suspicious a lot. Beth said, "Listen, it wasn't easy to find you and there was a lot of research involved, and a guy named Garth."

"Garth, huh, little wolf bastard." Beth had no clue what that meant but she chose to ignore it.

Dean continued in saying, "Well, do you know the name of your father?" Beth looked to the side, not wanting to answer. She realized that just telling Dean that she only had a last name would make her less credible, but she dint see any other way around it.

Beth said hesitantly, "I didn't get a first name, but I got an approximate age and description. Eventually I pieced everything together from there."

Dean rubbed his eyes and sighed before asking, "Does your mom know you're here?" When Beth didn't answer Dean groaned and muttered, "Great, I'm going to get accused of kidnapping." Beth almost laughed at the thought. She had convinced her school that she was extremely sick with pneumonia and in the hospital. And, her mother either didn't care or wasn't alive, so Beth knew that no one was going to arrest Dean.

Dean glanced back at the door again, and Beth felt herself getting desperate. "Please, just here me out. My father should be between 34 and 36. My mother's name is Johanna. She was 25 years old when you met her, well met is a strong word, it was more of a one night stand. She only ever got the name Winchester out of you, when she asked you what your first name was you just said, 'that doesn't matter'. I personally think that was a douchebag move by the way but-" Beth realized that she was rambling and she clamped her mouth shut.

Dean looked to the side, processing the information that Beth had just spewed out. He whispered, "Johanna, Johanna, Johanna!" gradually getting louder as if he had remembered something about Beth's mother. Then he turned around and bolted inside, leaving Beth on the door step.

A couple minutes later Dean returned with an old flip phone, typing something into it. He put the phone to his ear, and Beth heard her mother's muffled voice on the phone. Her heart ached for her mother, but she quickly shoved it down with all the other unresolved emotions about her current state.

Dean looked at Beth in amazement and realized that this Winchester must be her father, otherwise why would he have her mother's voice mail on her phone?

Dean's looked of amazement changed to a look of horror, as if he was actually realizing that his daughter was standing in front of him. Beth was starting to feel ashamed, which turned to anger when she remembered that she had no reason to be ashamed.

After all, she hadn't done anything wrong. "Okay, that's it! I came a long way to find you, and all I want is to figure out if you are actually my father! I just need some spit, and a place to crash for the night and then I'm all set. I don't need any money, but by the looks of this crap hole you don't got it any way! God, is it a crime to actually want to know one's parent!"

Beth could hear the typical teenager creep into her voice, but she didn't care. He shook his head as if trying to clear it, and then he looked up at her. His eyes showed a mix of regret and determination, and he turned and gestured Beth inside.

When Beth stepped inside the building she gasped. Down some steps and you would be in a huge lobby with old timey machines surrounding it. Past the lobby was a library with large wooden tables and lamps atop them. Beth smiled at the sight of all the books, when she noticed a tall long haired man sitting up at one of the wooden tables.

The man looked up Beth with curiosity and asked in a low, "Dean, who is that." Again, what was up with the low voiced in this place anyway.