Ch. 2: Surprise, it's a Girl!

[Regular POV]

Dean Winchester sighed as he and his dad sleepily walked into a hotel after finishing off a really tough spirit. They were hunters and good ones at that. His mother and John's wife had died when Dean's little brother, Sam, was six months and Dean was four. Old Yellow Eyes, a demon they'd been hunting for years, had been the cause of the death of Mary. That had been what had started the whole hunting the supernatural to begin with. They mostly had been trying to find the demon. Sam, though, didn't want anything to do with hunting, all he ever wanted was a normal life. He had started college already. 'What a geek,' Dean thought fondly as he thought about his brother.

"Son?" John, Dean's father, whispered as they turned out the light to go to bed.

"Yeah, Dad?" he asked as he turned over to look at his father.

"I won't be here tomorrow morning when you wake up. There's just something I have to do. If anything happens to you, contact Sam, alright? And if it's beyond that, call me and I'll drop everything. Alright, Dean?" he said in his normal serious voice.

Confusion crossed Dean's face for a second and then it vanished. "Yeah, Dad, sure," he said, obediently. The light was shut off then and John fell asleep. Dean stayed up for few minutes with troubled thoughts and then drifted off to sleep.

The next morning…

Dean slowly woke up, blinking his eyes and groaning. He didn't want to wake up, but he knew he had to. He sat up, rubbing his eyes as he did so. Looking to his right he saw the empty hotel bed across from his and his eyes widened. Where was his dad? He jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to get dressed and then stopped remembering what his dad had said last night. He sighed and went to take a shower.

When he came out he saw a letter by the door on the floor. 'What's this?' He picked it up and saw that the envelope was addressed to the Winchesters. 'Who the hell knows we're here?' Curious he ripped it open and began to read.

Dear Winchesters(John, Sam, & Dean),

Our names are Rhonda and Gary Cates and we have an adopted daughter by the name of Brittany. I know you're probably thinking that this doesn't have anything to do with you. You see, she's in danger staying here. Ever since our real daughter, Wendy, died in the freak car accident we've been different towards our adopted daughter. Rhonda and I haven't been conscious of everything we did to her, but we were awake for most of it. I feel terrible for everything we've done. On the day Wendy died, my wife and I encountered some smoke. I know this seems strange but I researched stuff about you and your family and I know you're hunters. The smoke entered our bodies and we haven't been the same since. We or rather the smoke (I'm thinking) abused Brittany rather viciously and we couldn't stop it. I don't know how long I have before the smoke comes back so I better make this quick. We wanted to give Brittany back to her real family so she can be safe again and so we found out everything we could about her. Her real name is…Larisa Mary-Ellen Winchester. She's your daughter, John, and your little sister, Sam and Dean. Her mother's name is Ellen Harvelle and she also has a big sister named Jo. So, now you know. We'd really appreciate it if you'd come and pick her up soon. We want to her to be safe. I'm afraid for her. Oh no…it's coming back. I got to go. Come tomorrow or the next day. See you soon. Save her, please!

Sincerely,

Gary and Rhonda Cates

A second after he finished, his jaw dropped in shock and the letter fell to the floor. His first immediate thought was 'We have a sister?' and then growing angrier 'I'm going to KILL them for hurting her!' and the third thought, 'Smoke? Could it be possession? Or a demon maybe?' Dean numbly fell back onto his bed and stared at the wall. He couldn't believe he had a little sister who was abused by her adoptive parents who may be possessed! Damn, we got to find her! I've got to call Sam first, then Dad! He sighed, they hadn't talked to Sam ever since he left a few months ago. He picked up his cell and dialed his brother's number anyway.

It rang and rang and rang until the voicemail picked up and he heard his little brother's voice for the first time in a while. "Hi, this is Sam, I'm not here right now, please leave a message and I'll be back with you soon - beep."

With tears in his eyes, he took a deep breath and left a message. "Hey, Sammy, this is Dean. I know it's been a while, but I need to talk to you. This is too important to say on the phone. See you soon, Sammy," he said quickly and then hung up.

"Man, Sammy has the gayest message," he laughed, shaking his at Sam, not that he could see. He picked the letter off of the floor and stuffed it in his pocket. Then he grabbed the '67 Chevy Impala's car keys off the nightstand and packed up all the stuff they'd brought into the hotel. Afterwards, he took off for the car and drove off for Sam's apartment at Stanford University.

Hours later…

Dean put the Impala in park as he pulled into the parking lot of the University. He stayed seated for a few minutes while contemplating see his brother again. He wanted to, of course, but he didn't know if he changed or not. He snorted. Of course he didn't, Sammy would never give up his love of books and research, besides he's still going to Stanford, isn't that proof enough? He sighed, he had to get this over with. He had to find their little soon or, like Gary(?) had said, she'd die. With that thought, he quickly got out of the car and walked up to his baby-he means, younger-brother's apartment and knocked. A minute passed and then -

The door opened and the face of Samuel Winchester appeared. Dean sucked in a breath as he took in the facial features he hadn't seen in months. As he was watching his face he saw tears appear in Sammy's eyes and they just stood there, staring. Then Dean coughed and Sam shook his head. He frowned and said stiffly, "I got your message. What is it? Did something happen to Dad?" Dean saw a flash of concern flit across Sam's face and then go blank.

Dean breathed deeply and then said, "No, Dad's fine."

"Then what is it?" Sam asked, obviously annoyed his brother will not say anything about what's bothering him.

Dean sighed impatiently and said, "Apparently Dad's been busy. We have a little half-sister."

Sam's jaw dropped and then a few minutes of ogling later, he invited or rather ushered his brother inside and locked the door.

"Hold up," Sam said raising up his hands as he turned around. "We a have a what?"

"A little sister…we got a letter from her adopted parents," Dean replied, knowing how his little brother was feeling and pulled out the letter. "Read for yourself. There's something weird going on with the parents."

Dean made himself at home as Sam read the life-changing letter. He kicked back and lifted his feet upon the coffee table. Sam paused in his reading to tell Dean off and Dean rolled his eyes and put his feet down. He sighed as he looked around the apartment. It seemed comfortable enough for Sammy and it definitely had his personality, Dean wouldn't ever live here, that's for sure. Dean was startled out of his reverie when Sam hollered.

"They ABUSE her, Dean?" he asked angrily, staring hard at his older brother.

Dean's face clouded over and then said, "Yeah, but keep reading…it's gets better."

Sam frowned, but continued anyway. He took a deep breath when he finished. "Smoke? Could they be … possessed or something?" It's been a while since Sam had actually hunted, so give him a break.

"That's what I'm thinking, but I think we should tell Dad about her and then go from there," Dean stated, looking questioningly at his brother.

"Well, don't you think we should go get her? Keep her safe. You read what the adopted parents said. They'll hurt her more," Sam argued. Tears came to both the boys eyes and both of them decided without saying anything that they were going to save their little sister and they were going to go NOW.

"Alright, Sammy, get your coat and let's go," Dean said frowning as he thought of his newly found out little sister getting hurt.

"Hold on, let me call Jess and tell her I'm leaving," Sam said nervously as he mentioned his girlfriend he'd been dating for two weeks.

Dean's eyebrows rose and he smirked. "Has Sammy got himself a girl? Well…aren't I proud of you? Alright, call her and then we leave."

One phone call later, the Winchesters were in the Impala on a race to save Larisa.