Sam sat in the passenger seat of the Impala with several cell phones scattered on his lap. They were his Dad's, and since his Dad was missing, Sam was going through each phone and checking for messages hoping for clues that would help them find their father. One message in particular caught his attention.

"Dean….listen," he said urgently as he turned the Led Zeppelin tune down on the radio. He turned on the phone speaker, and played the message.

"Uh….is this John Winchester?" questioned the small, fragile voice. "This is Brinley Harrison…my…uh…my Mom is dying, and she said I should call you cause you're ummmmmm…..well you're my father. My Mom said it won't be long and I'm so scared. I live at 1059 Main Street, apartment C, in Hutchinson, KS. Please come," pleaded the voice. Dean and Sam were both speechless as they exchanged glances.

"When was that from?" Dean questioned with surprise.

"2 months ago," Sam sighed.

"Dad has another kid?" Dean questioned to himself. Many thoughts raced through his head. He knew it could be possible, but was angry that his Dad had never mentioned it. He wondered if his Dad even knew or if the kid was even his or if it was some evil scheme. Maybe it had something to do with his disappearance, he thought to himself.

"Looks like we're only a few hours way," Sam commented. "We should go check it out."

"Yeah," Dean replied, still in fog from the news they had just received. Dean's hands trembled on the steering wheel as he made a U-turn in the middle of the road. They raced back in the direction they had just come. As they drove, Sam tried repeatedly to reach the number that the child had called from, but the phone would just ring several times, and then disconnect.

It was slightly after 9pm when they finally arrived in Hutchinson. They pulled up in front of the address that the child had left. It was an apartment building in a low-income area of town. They had no idea what they were about to walk into, so they each gathered a weapon from the trunk of the Impala. As they made their way upstairs to the apartment on the top floor, the music got louder and louder. Dean knocked loudly.

"That must be the pizza," grumbled a voice. The door slowly opened, and the stench was overpowering. An older man in his late fifties poked his face out. His black hair hung greasily onto his shoulders and a cigarette dangled from his man. "Who are you?" he demanded once he saw Sam and Dean.

"We're looking for Brinley Harrison," Dean replied.

"She's not here," the man replied as he attempted to slam the door in their faces. Dean stopped the door and shoved it open, causing the man to stumble backward. Men and women filled the room and soon all eyes were on them. Dean and Sam glanced around quickly but didn't see any children. However, they did see drugs, and alcohol, and possibly some prostitutes.

"Listen, we're just looking for Brinley and then we'll be on our way," Sam said calmly. "We don't want any problems."

"Like I said, she's NOT here," the man stated again. "She's been sleeping under the bridge on 61, you may find the little loser there." Dean and Sam left without saying another word. They hopped back into the car and hurried to locate the bridge the man was referring to. Sam asked a few locals and soon they found themselves near the bridge. Saddened by the number of homeless people, they began asking different people if they knew who Brinley was.

"Yeah, she's over there," one woman finally said as she pointed to the far corner of the bridge. "She doesn't say much….usually just keeps to herself."

"Thank you," Sam replied as they hurried to the area that the woman was pointing to. The light was faint from the streetlamps. They found a child wrapped up in several blankets, and she was sound asleep. "Brinley?" Sam questioned as he knelt down beside her. When she didn't respond, he touched her arm gently. Suddenly the child jumped up, startling both of them.

"I don't have anything!" she gasped frantically as she held a small pocketknife in her hand. Brinley's long, brown hair hung in clumps on her shoulders and her brown eyes were filled with panic.

"It's ok," Sam replied gently as he put his hands up. "'We're not going to hurt you." Dean knelt down beside his brother. "We think you left our Dad a message. His name is John Winchester."

"The asshat never came…..he's a loser just like every other man my Mom dated," she snapped. "Go away, it's too late, my Mom already died, and her freeloading boyfriend took over our home." Brinley gathered her blankets into a pile as she spoke.

"He didn't come because he's missing," Dean commented. Brinley's eyes met Dean's.

"Why are you here?" she demanded.

"We came to see if you needed help," Sam interjected.

"Well…..I don't," she snapped. She picked up her blankets and climbed to her feet.

"How old are you kid?" Dean questioned as he stood up beside Sam.

"Eleven," she replied as she glared up at them. "Are you doing the math to see when your Dad cheated on your precious Mommy?" she laughed. Dean and Sam were surprised by her remark.

"Actually…..our Mom is dead," Dean replied with annoyance, "And she has been for almost twenty years." Dean found his patience wearing thin with the child. "Listen kid, we came to help you….so if you don't need our help, we're going to keep looking for our Dad," he stated firmly. "Ready Sam?" Dean gave Sam "the look" meaning he was up to something and he needed Sam to go with his plan, and then started walking off. Sam looked at Brinley, and shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows at the same time, and then followed after Dean. Brinley watched with confusion, wondering how they could leave a homeless 11-year-old to fend for herself. Didn't they care that she was their sister? She squeezed her blankets anxiously against herself.

"Dean, you're not going to really leave her, are you?" Sam questioned as he caught up with his brother.

"3….2…..1…..," Dean counted to himself.

"Wait!" Brinley called from behind them. She rushed to reach them. Dean nodded at Sam and they turned to face the child. "Ummm…..do you think you guys could buy me a burger? And let me take a shower?" she questioned.

"Sure kid," Dean replied. "Come on."

TO BE CONTINUED