"You know what. You're done talking." Dean turned his focus to me. "Who are your parents, and I want a last name. Don't bother looking to him either."
"My name is Jen Winchester. My father is John Winchester. The truth is, my brother and I are looking for him. We're in trouble."
"John Winchester is your father?" Sam raised his brows as he looked back and forth between Wes and I.
"You're lying." Dean growled through his teeth. He stood up and both Wes and I cowered back. Sam grabbed Dean's shoulder and threw him a look. "What, Sammy?" He snapped.
"Dean, I know you're upset but you really need to calm down. You're not about to have it out with two little kids!"
"We're not little!" Wes flushed.
"Yeah, we're 9 years old!" I stood up next to Wes, my hand in his. I threw Dean a dirty look. I really was starting to not like him.
"Look guys, why don't you sit back down okay?" Sam smiled. Even though Wes and I both knew Sam wasn't really asking, we both listened.
"So, John Winchester is your father? What can you tell me about him?" Dean questioned, sitting back down.
Do we tell them the truth? I asked Wes.
I don't know. Something tells me we won't like how this plays out.
We shouldn't have left.
"Hey." Dean snapped his fingers to get our attention. "None of that weird talking with your eyes thing. Out loud."
"You are not our father." Wes mimicked Dean's tone. Wes crossed his arms to match Dean, hoping that maybe they would just let us leave in annoyance, and not wanting to put up with us anymore.
"Speaking of, you really should let us go. Our father will be looking for us. He'll be worried." The sweet innocent tone coming out of my mouth even surprised me. I blinked my eyes up at Dean throwing my best puppy dog look I could. Instead he just laughed.
"Sam's a master at the puppy dog face. I'm immune." Dean sighed, rubbing his hands through his hair. "I need a beer."
"Where are you from?" Sam asked.
"I'm not supposed to tell strangers." Wes smiled. He winked towards my direction, and knew that was the key. We could use our age to get us out of this situation.
"Alright, that's it. Dean, get your phone out and call John." Sam smirked.
What do we do Wes?!
"You're bluffing. You would have called John Winchester the moment we said he was our father. You don't have his number."
Dean just laughed. "We do know John. He's 6'2, dark-headed, ex-marine…can scare the daylights out of you if he wants. Should we continue?"
"Call him then." Wes scowled. "I don't believe you."
"Fine." Dean picked up the cell and walked away into the kitchen.
Unfortunately, Dean wasn't speaking loud enough for us to hear the conversation. Sam studied us, looking back and forth between us. After a moment, I could have sworn he seemed concerned, or upset. "If John Winchester is your father, who is your mother?"
"Our mother's name is Miranda." I answered softly. It still hurt inside to speak about her.
"You don't have to say anymore." Sam reached over and put his arm on my shoulder. "What can you tell me about John?"
"We really shouldn't be talking." Wes twisted his fingers, his anxiety apparent.
"Oh, you really should." Dean came back in, with his arms folded across his chest again. "There is one thing that bothers me."
"What?" Sam turned his head and faced him, confused as to where Dean was taking this.
"So you both are saying that John is your dad?"
"We've told you a million times now, yes he is!" Will stood, only to sit down at Sam's gesture.
"Do you know what he does?" Dean asked.
"He's…well, he's a hunter." I answered, unsure of Will's temper.
"Then how is it you ended up in this town, about to steal my car, and you walked into this motel unable to defend yourself and without checking if Sam and I weren't monsters or dangerous to you?" Dean stood confidently and I could have sworn he kind of smirked for a moment.
"That's what I intend to find out." The second I heard his anger, my stomach twisted as Wes and I turned around and was facing the one and only John Winchester.
"Holy shit." Wes gasped.