Discliamer: I don't own the Supernatural characters

Author's Note: That's right peeps, I brought it back! I hope you like it


Siblings 3

Not. Now.

"I said shut up! Memphis yelled.

Memphis, you have to…"

"I don't have to do anything, Sam! Listen, I didn't ask you two to come! I don't need your help!"

"Screw that! You were almost killed tonight being so reckless!" Dean yelled.

"So what? I don't care! God, I wouldn't have let you guys come if I knew you were going to bust my balls about the way I hunt."

Memphis grabbed her keys and stormed out of the motel room. Sam sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. Dean turned and punched the wall.

"Why does she have to be so damn stubborn?"

Sam chuckled bitterly, "Because…she's Memphis." He took a deep breath, "I'm going to call Kristina to say goodnight to the kids. Are you going to call Cassie?"

"I'll get to it." Dean waved it off.

He wasn't really in the mood to call Cassie and hear her bitch about how stupid he was for going hunting again. Truth was, he loved every second of their first hunt together again and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

Sam walked outside the motel and dialed his home number. Tucker answered on the third ring.


"Hey Tuck, it's Daddy."

"Daddy! Daddy's on the phone! Daddy, where are you? When are you coming home?"

"I'm going to come home in about a week or so, I promise. Are you being good to your sister and Mom?"

"Yes sir, I even helped mommy go shopping!"

"That's good Tuck…" Sam was close to tears, "Is Mary still up?"

"No, Mommy just got her to go to sleep. Mary really misses you. I do too. Mommy wants to talk to you now and I have to go to bed. I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Tucker." There was a pause before Kristina got on the phone.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Kristina. We just finished out first hunt. Missouri couldn't give us much information on the thing that killed Dad but she did tell us its bad and its close."

"So you're looking for it?"

"Memphis, is finding a trail and we're working hunting jobs in between."

"And when do you plan on seeing your children in this little escapade?"

Sam sighed, "I'm coming home for a little while in about a week."

"Will she be here too?"

"If by "she" you mean my sister, no she won't. She and Dean will go on a hunt, if there is one, by themselves and then come pick me up when they finish."

"How long do you plan on doing this, Sam?"

"Until I find and kill the thing that murdered my father. It's better than nothing, isn't it?"

"I suppose you're right. I'm just worried…I love you Sam."

"I love you too. I'll call you tomorrow."

Memphis was stuffed in a tiny phone booth because she left her cell on her bed.

"J.C., it's me."

He laughed, "I figured you'd be calling me soon. Which brother is it?"

"Both, we just can't agree on anything."

"You've changed Memphis, you all have. You all just have to get used to the new siblings."

"The sad thing is, I don't think we've changed I just think we're not used to being together in such close quarters again. You know, being with each other 24/7."

"I know this isn't a good time Memphis, but I have to tell you something."


"You know Sandy, the girl I'm seeing?"

Memphis felt a pang of jealousy, "Yeah."

"She's pregnant…and we're getting married in two weeks at the local church."

Memphis hung up the phone and got back in her car. She had run into J.C. again about a year ago. They had a small fling again until she had to leave. No one knew they still kept in touch this time… except for John.

When she walked back into the motel she went straight for her bed.

"Mem…" Sam started.

"Not. Now." She said firmly.

"Your phone's been ringing for the past ten minutes."

Memphis moved her hand until she found it and just as she was going to turn it off, it rang again.


"Memphis, don't do this. Talk to me, please."

"I'm happy for you." Memphis deadpanned.

"Bull…I'm doing the right thing here Memphis. You know I am."

"Bye J.C."

Memphis closed her phone and threw it against the wall. Dean managed to barley duck before it shattered on the wall behind him.

"What the…"

Sam cut him off, "You still talked to J.C.?"

"Can we please not talk about this right now?" Memphis mumbled into her pillow.

"Fine, by the way while you were…out, we found a new gig." Dean stated.

Automatically Memphis blinked back tears, sat up, and walked over to where Dean was sitting with her laptop where a few paranormal websites pulled up.

"How far?"