*All characters except Danica are the intellectual property of the makers of Supernatural. Danica is the intellectual property of me.*
"What!" Sam laughed as he allowed his guard down.
"Hell no! Sam? A kid?! He can barely land a date, let alone a child!." Dean reached next to duffel and aimed his handgun at me. I froze.
"Yes 'Uncle', Sam's my father okay? About eight years ago now he began showing signs of having powers, you can't possibly have forgotten. Well, dear old dad there thought he was always safe, but one demon snuck in, under orders from Crowley actually. Her name was Carbry and she pretended to be a poor lost young girl. She got Sam drunk and they had sex. Crowley had put a spell on mom so she would be guaranteed to get pregnant, and well, here I am." I began rocking back and forth on my heels knowing that I may not get out of this alive.
"Wait, what?" Sam's face was pale and Dean half lowered his gun.
"Well when a man loves a woman…"
"Woah, woah, woah!" Dean threw his hands up, "We know how it works kiddo. I think Sam meant to ask if that means you're a demon?"
"No 'Uncle', I'm half. Holy water doesn't burn me like it does them but it still fucking hurts. I wasn't prepared so I kinda just… reacted. I'm sorry." I tucked the loose hairs that had fallen out of my braid behind my ear as I waited for my new found family to decide what to do with me.
Dean grabbed the flask and threw the contents on me, I grimaced but dealt with it. He then looked at Sam and pulled the trigger. My arm was wrenched back as the bullet slammed into it and exited out the back but I never lost my footing. I kept my breathing even and looked my uncle square in the eyes.
"You can empty that clip into me, Dean but I called you for a reason. I need your and dad's help. Where do you think I've been all this time? With Crowley. I got away and was pointed in your direction. Please." I looked between them both pleading with my green eyes.
"Dean… maybe…." Sam had lowered his gun and was inspecting me. I had his and Sam's green eyes but moms hair. It was brownish red and hung to my knees when it wasn't in a French braid. Standing at about five foot seven, I wasn't on the slim side, weighing in at 170 lbs, mainly due to my hourglass figure.
"Sam, she's a damn demon. She dies." He raised the gun and was about to empty the rest of the clip when Sam stepped in front of the gun.
"Dean stop. No black eyes, no burning when the holy water hit her. We can call Cass to confirm, just no more bullets." Sam had slid the gun from Dean's hand and put the safety on. Turning he gestured for me to come over. I moved to the bed and sat down to inspect the bullet hole. It was a clean muscle shot, an easy fix. Dad was suddenly at my side with a med kit. He grabbed the shirt sleeve and tore it to my shoulder. He grimaced when he saw the amount of blood pouring out of my arm.
"So how old are you Danny?" He glanced up from the wound long enough to see my cheek quiver from the pain.
"Well technically I'm eight but I look like an eighteen year old. So I guess the answer to your question is eight." I shrugged, causing Dad to grab my arm to keep it study.
"Eight? And stop moving I don't want to make this any worse."
"Yes. By the way my full name is Danica Samantha Winchester. I just get people to call me Danny cause I hate Danica." I smiled at my dad and glanced over at my uncle who was glaring at me.
"Danica. I can understand why you prefer Danny." He laughed as he taped the gauze around my arm. "Well that's all patched up." He stood and sat on the other bed.
"Well, Daaaaaany. I still don't think you're at all human." Dean sneered at me and began playing with his gun.
"Dean back off. Leave her be until Cas gets here." Sam glared at his brother.
"Dad, if I can't call you that, it's okay. If 'Uncle Dean' wasn't suspicious I would be worried, the gun shot right?" I paused long enough for Dean to nod. "Remember your old pal Alistair? Well he taught Crowley and what's Crowley best at?" I watched as all the color drained out of Dean's face.
"Yes. Well I was supposed to be a weapon so he had to condition me. The only way he knew how. Pain is all in the head, or at least that was what I was taught. A gun shot is nothing compared to what I have been through… you of all people should know." I grimaced as Dean slammed his fist into the table.
"Dean?" Sam looked at his brother worry crossing his face. Dean swung around and glared at me.
"How. Do. You. Know." He kept his teeth gritted and his fists kept clenching and unclenching at his sides.
"Remember back to the pit 'Uncle Dean'. Little redheaded girl who didn't seem to belong and was always hiding behind Alastair? Yeah, that was me."
A whoosh echoed though the room and a tall man in a trench coat was suddenly standing in the middle of the room.
"Hey Cass." Dean stood and walked over to him. "This little brat here is claiming to be Sam's bastard. We need to know the truth." The anger and hatred that was in Dean's voice was thick enough to cut with a knife.
"Yes, Dean, she is telling the truth." Cass's face remained expressionless as he turned his attention to me.
"What?! You knew! Why the hell didn't tell us!" Sam shot off the bed and was in Cass's face in an instant.
"Sam, she was not relevant until now. Crowley kept her close and hidden from almost everyone. An angel who was working for him let it slip that Crowley had a secret weapon, the daughter of Sam Winchester. So I found her and I made it possible for her to get away about a week ago. I gave her your number and told her when she was far enough away to call you." He looked at Sam and their faces were almost touching.
"So she really is … my kid?" Sam took a step back as the color drained from his face.
"Yes." Cass stepped around Sam and walked over to me. "I'm sorry I couldn't get you out sooner Danica."