In the morning Dean, Sam and I went to some cheesy diner for breakfast. The entire meal was spent in an awkward silence before I finally broke the silence, "So… maybe I should just go to the police station with you. After all then I can just hang around there waiting for the results, which might take a couple of hours, while you guys go investigate and do crap like that."

Dean finished chewing his burger before he said, "No way, sorry but there is no way for us to pass off as two FBI agents with a kid hanging around us." It took me a second to recognize the tone in my voice, but then I realized it was cold, but I had no clue why Dean would be cold to me.

I understood his reasoning but then I realized what he had said in that sentence. I asked, "What do you mean by pass off? Oh my god, are you two posing as feds? You do know that is illegal right?"

Sam and Dean tensed, and even though Dean was shorter and had completely different hair and eyes, I could see the resemblance. They shared a look and then Sam leaned forward with those puppy dog eyes and said, "Look, we get how this looks but if you will just trust us, I promise we do more good than we could if we didn't… pretend to be FBI agents."

I didn't quite see how there was any excuse for a federal offense, but I decided to let it slide until I figured out more of what they do instead of just bits and pieces. Sam and I made small talk about school, but I managed to keep my mother out of it. Dean probably figured that I had only been missing for a day or two and that once we proved he wasn't the father I would be on my merry way. I almost wished that would happen except I was kind of getting lonely in my house spending weekends and weekdays after school alone. Plus, I was getting kind of tired of being responsible.

Once breakfast was done Dean dropped me off at the motel before he and Sam changed into suits and left for the police station. I sat around watching the crappy cable channel when I realized how stupid I was acting: waiting around for some guy to return telling me if he was my father or not when I could just go to the station and get answers myself.

Ten minutes later I was walking down the street to the police station, where everything would be revealed. Fortunately for me it was a very small town, so all it took was a look down the street to find see the police station and a ten minute walk to get there.

When I arrived at the station I checked the parking lot to make sure the Impala wasn't there and when I saw it wasn't I walked inside. Everyone looked up when I walked in, obviously not accustomed to seeing a newcomer in their sleep town. The station was a large room with six desks that were practically empty besides the laptop on top. It was obvious they didn't get a lot of crime.

I walked up to the secretary's desk and the chubby blond smiled sweetly before asking, "And what can I do for you?"

I gave her my toothiest smiled and said, "Hi, I am actually here with my father who is investigating the disappearance case."

The woman seemed confused and asked, "Now why would you be with your father on a grisly disappearance?"

I smiled again and said, "You see, my mother passed away about a year ago, and it is getting harder and harder to find babysitters. I am only fourteen so I can't exactly stay on my own, so he was forced to take me with him on this case. I was just here to retrieve the DNA test results from the test he gave you earlier."

The woman smiled and said, "Sure, let me look."

A few minutes later the woman returned with a frown on her face. She said, "Well, your father and his partner were here, but they did not request a DNA test for anything. They interviewed the sheriff and then left."

I was shocked, not understanding why Dean wouldn't give them the DNA test. But then it hit me: he had no intention of testing to see if I was his daughter, and that was why he was cold to me earlier. He didn't care. Tears came to my eyes, which was stupid. Dean barely knew me and he had no obligation to care, but hell would freeze over before I would find out who my father was. I said goodbye to the secretary and left the station, feeling the tendrils of anger curl through my veins.

When I got to the motel room I was anxious to confront Dean. Ten minutes in I was pacing, wondering how long it would take Dean and Sam to get back. Twenty minutes in and I was vainly trying to focus on reading a book that I had brought with me on the trip. Half an hour in I tried to listen to music, but the music was just bouncing off my angry thoughts. Two hours in and I had unsuccessfully tried to watch TV, take a nap, and take a walk to cool down.

I couldn't believe that Dean thought he had the right to withhold the truth from. I had a right to know. He might not have known that he was my only surviving parent, but he still didn't deserve to just detach himself from me. I didn't have high expectations when I went searching for Dean, but I certainly expected for him to at least get a little fond for me.

When there was practically a path worn into the carpet from my pacing I heard the roar of the Impala's engines and eventually the creak of the its doors opening. I stormed out of the motel room and found Dean and Sam covered in cuts and bruises, and there suits ripped in several places. Sam was saying to Dean, "We will them back Dean, okay? We will find them."

Then Sam saw me and stopped talking. Dean turned to face me and gave me a look as if he was to tire to deal with me and stormed off into his and Sam's room. Sam smiled apologetically at me and said, "I'm sorry, I think he is having a hard time processing the fact that you could be his daughter."

My anger came back in full force and I said, "You know what, you two can just stay away from me. I didn't ask for a dad who didn't even care to see if I was his daughter! So guess what, you can tell Dean that because he wanted me out of his life so bad he can just go screw himself. I am going to find the next bus home, and just stay away from you two." I walked through the open door of my motel and shoved some of my stuff into my duffel bag before walking back out and heading towards the main town, ignoring Sam who had started calling my name.

I walked through the town and past the police station, until I reached the bus station which was sitting in front of the woods. There I asked for a ticket to Kansas City, and was told it would be a two hour wait. Frustrated that I would have to stay in the town any longer, I sat down at the bench in front of the woods while the sun slowly set.

I heard a twig snap behind me, and I turned, but saw nothing there. I heard another twig snap, but once again there was nothing there. A branch snapped once again, but this time as I turned I saw a tall figure just inside the woods. It was all pale white and had red eyes and pointed ears. I softly whispered its name, "Wendigo."

It snarled at me and lunged, but I heard the roar of the Impala's engine and was suddenly pulled inside the Impala, right into Sam's lap. Dean sped away from the bus station while I crawled out of Sam's lap and into the back seat. "What the hell were you thinking?" Dean demanded.

I was ready for this argument, "What the hell was I thinking? What the hell were you thinking? You don't think I have a right to know if you are my father or not?"

Dean asked, confused but still shouting, "What are you talking about?"

"I went to the station Dean, and I know that you didn't even give them our DNA to see if we are related."

As we sped down a road, and deeper into the forest Dean was silent, and in the rearview mirror I could see his face was pensive. Sam asked, "What do you mean you dint give the test results? I saw you do it."

Dean shook his head and said, "No, you saw me walk away, but I did not give them the results."

Sam and I said at the same time, "Why the hell not?"

"Because… Holy crap!" Standing in the middle of the road was the Wendigo. Dean swerved out of its way and into a tree. Sam was out cold, but I was painfully aware of the pain in my ribs from slamming into Dean's seat because I wasn't wearing a seatbelt. Dean, whose head had a gash across his forehead turned towards me and asked, "Are you okay?"

I nodded and said, "Yes, I'm-" I didn't have time to finish my sentence as I heard glass shatter and the Wendigo grabbed me from the side and pull me out of the car.