Alyra

I pulled into Sioux Falls. I found the nearest diner and asked for directions to Singer Salvage. It didn't take long to find the place. It had been two years since I met the Winchesters. I would've come sooner, but I helped Sam get into college. I helped him as much as I could and I stuck around for a while after he started school. We were really close. It was nice to experience college, but duty called. I left six months after he started and we checked in with each other weekly. He's actually why I'm here. I was so nervous about doing this, but Sam finally talked me into it. So here I was. I still had my bike. Had to replace a part a year ago, but it was still running good. I turned it off and took my helmet off. I quit dying my hair after I dyed it back to brown and only did red streaks once I turned 18.

I set my helmet down and knocked on the door. I heard footsteps. When the door opened I saw someone I wasn't expecting.

"Dean? Wow. What's it been? Two years?" His eyes wandered.

I couldn't get mad. I was checking him out too. His eyes met mine.

"Dean? Who is it?" I froze.

That wasn't John's voice. I bit my lip and felt nervous. I looked down and then back at Dean. I couldn't do this. I spun around and made it to my bike.

"No. You're here and you're going to meet him." Dean had a hold of my arm.

"No. This was a bad idea. Let me go!" I stomped on his foot.

"Dean?" The voice was louder.

I looked past Dean to see an older version of my Dad. The one in the picture my mom kept and I stole. I met his gaze. I felt tears gather.

"Who is this Dean?" I looked down.

Dean lifted my head. He met my gaze.

"Go on." He pushed me towards Bobby.

I stumbled a bit, before I glared at Dean. I turned back to Bobby.

"Hi. I'm Alyra. I'm your daughter." He frowned.

"That's not possible. I don't have any children." It was my turn to frown.

"Yes you do. My mother just kept me a secret. My mothers name is Sarah." I saw his face turn white.

Then he got angry.

"That bitch is a liar. What does she want now? Money? Well guess what? I don't have any! Now run along to your mother. I bet you're just as bad as she is." I froze.

It was my turn to be angry.

"Excuse me? I know she's a bitch! I haven't been with her since I was 15. Once I found out who my dad was and what he did, I left. I started hunting in the hopes that I could meet my dad. I had hoped he was better than she was! Clearly she was right." I walked over to my bike, and opened my storage compartment.

I pulled out a wooden box. I walked back and shoved it at Dean.

"Make sure he gets that! I don't want it anymore." I got on my bike and put my helmet on.

"Alyra! Wait!" I turned the key and took off.

I could feel the pain in my chest. Tears were cascading down my face. I should've never come here. After a while It became hard to see. So I pulled off to the side of the road. I cut the engine and ripped my helmet off. I sat down and looked up at the sky.

"I should've never come here. Never." I mumbled as a car and truck drove past me.

Then the vehicles stopped and parked in front of me. Dean stepped out, followed by Bobby and John. I wiped my eyes.

"Alyra. I'm sorry. However there is no way you're mine. I slept with your mother once. The chances of that happening, especially when she was on birth control. Very small." I frowned.

"No she wasn't." He frowned.

"My mother lied. She wanted to make you hers. I should know. She's very talkative when drunk." I placed my helmet on.

"Where will you go, now?" Dean asked.

I lifted my visor. I glanced at Bobby. I should've known better to trust my mother.

"Don't know. Maybe New Orleans again. I just, I hoped maybe she wouldn't lie about this. She was always so mad at you. It just never seemed like she was lying. What do I know though? Haven't seen her in years. I'll get out of your hair Bobby," I looked away, "stay safe out there."

I started my bike again and drove away. I slammed my visor down and found a motel. After I got to my room, I put a sign on the door and curled up in the bed. My vision became blurry, and everything hurt.

What am I supposed to do now?

Dean

She drove away after she told us to stay safe. I looked at Bobby and he seemed deep in thought.

"Are you sure she ain't yours Bobby? It might be better to double check. She did come all this way and start hunting to find ya." Dad said.

Bobby hummed a reply.

"Where's the nearest motel?" I asked.

"Why?" Dad asked.

"Tell ya later. Bobby, where is the closest motel?" He looked up at me.

"About two miles in the direction the girl went." I went to my Dad.

"Keys." I placed my hand out.

"No. You're not driving the impala." Dad said sternly.

"I don't care. Give me the damn keys." He scoffed.

"No. You're not going to run after some ass. We have a job-" I punched him.

I surprised myself, and he was equally surprised. I turned to Bobby.

"Keys. I'll bring the truck back safely." Bobby met my gaze.

"Don't you dare, boy. Bobby, don't." Dad yelled.

Bobby was angry.

"Bring it back in one piece or I'll have your hide." I snatched the keys and ran to his truck.

"Dean Micheal Winchester! Get back here!" I ignored him.

I hopped in and shut the door. I placed the key in the ignition and drove off. I could see my dad yelling at Bobby in the rear view mirror. I looked away and kept my eyes focused on searching. I finally came across a motel and sure enough, there was her bike. I pulled in and parked next to her bike. I slammed the door of the truck and ran to the office.

"Hey!" The old man at the counter looked up at me.

"What can I do for you?" He looked irritated.

I didn't care.

"The woman who came on the bike. What room is she in?" He scoffed.

"I'm not going to tell ya that." I hit the counter.

"She's my girlfriend who just lost her dad. I just need to know what room she's in, plus a key." He sighed.

"I can't do that, she asked not to be disturbed," I pulled my wallet out and slammed 200 down, "that'll work."

He took the money and gave me the key. I rushed over to room seven. There was a do not disturb sign on the handle. I tried the handle. It was locked. I used the key. I slowly opened the door and stepped inside. There wasn't any light. I shut the door. I reached over and pulled open the dark curtain a little bit. There she was, laying on the bed in a sweater and the jeans she arrived at Bobby's in. She had a pillow pressed against her face. Her body was shaking, but I couldn't hear her cries. I went to the left side of the bed and layed next to her. The shaking stopped. She shifted and I could see her blue eyes. She looked surprised. I couldn't look away. Her eyes were red from crying, but her irises looked like they were glowing blue. She put her face back against the pillow. She mumbled something.

"What? I didn't quite hear that." She pulled the pillow back.

"Leave, just leave, please." She mumbled.

"No. You shouldn't be alone." She moved the pillow and threw it at me.

"What if I want to be," she glared at me, "I want to be alone! It's what I'm used to! Bobby was the only chance I had of having a family. I blew it. I started hunting to meet him at first. Then I found I enjoyed hunting and meeting him was just supposed to be another positive point in my life! Look how that turned out? My Mom was an abusive bitch and now my Dad is in so much denial that he can't even admit I might be his daughter! Just go Dean! Go back to your family! I don't need you." She rolled over facing away from me.

I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her against my chest. She tensed, but didn't move.

"I came because you shouldn't be alone." She slipped out from under my arm.

"I shouldn't have been alone at 15. I'm fine now." I scoffed.

She spun around and was glaring at me, "What?"

I got off the bed. I walked over so I was right in front of her. She was so much shorter so she had to look up at me.

"You're not fine. You started hunting just so you could find Bobby. You're hurting now. I'm here if you need me." She glanced down at the ground.

She bent over and started laughing. I frowned. She stood back up.

"Of course I'm not fine, but I'd rather be alone to cry it out. I wouldn't want to lean on someone who follows their fathers every whim," I was angry, "oh did I hit a nerve? Well guess what, I don't care. How can you be here when it's only a matter of time before you leave? How long do I have before your father comes knocking? Don't offer to be here for someone when you don't make your own decisions! You are barely living! You live for your fathers need for revenge! So don't come around offering to be here for me when you can't tell your father no! Get out!"

Before I could say something there was a knock on the door. She went over and sure enough my Dad was there.

"Dean we have another case." She stepped to the side.

I looked past my Dad and saw Bobby leaning against his truck. I glanced at Alyra. She wasn't looking at me.

"Dean! Now!" She still wasn't looking at me.

She was impassive though. She was bottling it up like I do. I took a step forward and she looked up at me.

"Dean Micheal Winchester! Now!" She flinched.

I felt angry. Not at my dad, well yes at my dad, but mainly at the person who had hurt her. I walked past her.

"Stay safe." She said.

She stood right behind me. I turned and the door was slammed in my face.

"Give Bobby his keys. We're leaving. That girl causes nothing but trouble." Dad just walked to the impala.

I handed Bobby his keys. I stopped in front of him. I looked up and met his eyes.

"Give her a chance." He was surprised.

I walked away. She deserved a chance. She had been through hell. It wouldn't hurt if he gave her a chance. Ran a test to see if she was telling the truth. I climbed into the impala. I saw a shuffle of curtains as my dad pulled away. I don't know why, but I felt lonely without her. I quickly pushed those feelings down. She is better off without me. So why did it feel bad leaving her?