By, Frescafantatics

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October 22nd 2006: Some hospital in Iowa

Sam Winchester sat in shock at his older brother's bedside in the hospital. He had been there for a week and still could not believe what had happened over the last year. It was now October 22nd, and only eleven days till the anniversary of the murder of his late girlfriend, Jessica Moore, and the 24th Anniversary of his mother's murder was just around the corner and here he was, sitting in the hospital, watching as his brother was breathing out of tubes, tubes that were there because of the same fucking Demon that had killed his mother, his girlfriend, the mother of Max (a boy that they had found in their hunting who had the same psychic talents as Sam) and many other mothers of children with psychic abilities.

The same Demon had sent a lesser demon to possess the driver of a semi truck, which barreled into Dean's 1967 Chevy Impala after they had their first confrontation with the Demon. Sam berated himself for not being able to use the Colt revolver and ending it all right there. But no, he couldn't kill his own father, not even when the family Demon was inside him, taunting, and hurting all of them.

Sam, the only one of the Winchesters to come out with only scrapes and bruises, he had woken up just in time to find the possessed man walking towards the Impala. Getting out of the car, Sam had knocked the man out cold and wound up performing an exorcism on the spot, then calling 9-1-1. Just as Sam had hung up his cell, John Winchester woke up and began making a few deathbed confessions.

To say Sam was startled was a huge, no beyond huge, understatement. Listening to his father, Sam found out that, John was "damned proud of his boys" and that after they finally hunted down and destroyed the demon, they were to "clear up the stuff about the credit card scams and everything, then find a nice girl and settle down". It was then that John told them his most closely guarded secret.

Eight years earlier, while he had been out drinking himself into a stupor, mourning Mary Winchester's death, he had a one-night stand, and the woman had given birth to a little girl nine months later. Before he died, he had made Sam promise that once he and Dean were on the mend and ready to go that they would find their baby sister and keep her safe.

Sam felt a tug at his hand and looked up over at Dean's face and laughed in relief. "Just a second bro and I'll get the nurse." True to his word, Sam pressed the call button, bringing the nurse in from the nurse's station.

Dean, oblivious to any pain, only noticed the look of sadness, anxiety and relief on his younger brother's face. Narrowing his eyes, he wondered what was making Sam more broody than usual and swore he would get to the bottom of it. An hour later, after being poked and prodded by doctors and nurses, Dean was finally free of almost all the wires and tubes running into his body. Now the only thing he had was the IV tube, and the heart monitors.

Now, finally free from the tube that had been going down his throat, Dean looked over at his brother and said, "All right, spill it Sammy, what's going on? Where's dad?"

"Dean," Sam sighed, a single tear spilled from his eye, "Dad's dead."

Dean's eyes widened in shock, he had not been expecting that. For as long as he could remember he'd thought that Dad was invincible. "No, Dad can't be dead. We haven't killed the thing that killed mom and Jess yet," he cried out in denial. "He always swore he wouldn't die until after we got revenge for mom."

Sam shook his head. "It's true Dean. After that possessed trucker t-boned us…"

"What?!" Sam winced at the tone in Dean's voice. Dean always loved that car. "How bad was it? The truth Sammy!"

Over the next half an hour, Sam explained what had happened after Dean had fallen asleep in the back of the Impala after they had confronted and escaped the demon. He told Dean about the accident, and what had happened with the trucker. Sam was getting to the part where John had woken up enough to talk before he passed on.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Sam began telling Dean about their dad's last minutes. "After I took care of the trucker, Dad woke up for a few minutes. He told me that he was proud of us and that after we send the bastard to hell," Sam smiled sadly at this, "we were to get on with our lives and find a nice girl to settle with. He also told me that eight years ago, when he had been out mourning mom's death, he had gotten really drunk and had a one-night stand with a woman named Laura Sorenson…"

It was then that Dean broke in, "Are you telling me what I think you're going to tell me? That we have a little half brother or sister out there who's a target for the Demon?"

Sam looked into Dean's eyes, a hardened look on his face. "That's exactly what I'm telling you. I know that the Colt wounded the Demon, but he'll be back, and soon. We need to find Laura Sorenson and our little sister before the Demon can do anything," Sam said vehemently. "I'm not going to let this bastard hurt another member of my family. Not after losing mom, Jess, dad and nearly losing you."

Dean nodded, in complete agreement with Sam. "You still have the Colt?" Sam nodded. "Good, cause the next time we meet, the fucker is going to go down."

November 8th, 2006: Hospital in Iowa

Dean lay back in the uncomfortable bed, waiting for Sam to show up and pick him up. It had been nearly a month since he had woken up and the doctors had kept him in the hospital for a couple of weeks doing rehab before they allowed him to leave. While Dean was stuck doing rehab, Sam had been busy making sure the Impala was back in pristine condition and also searching for the whereabouts of Laura Sorenson and their little sister.

Over the last few days, Dean's thoughts had strayed from the battle with the Demon, to the loss of their dad, and finally to the secret that their dad had kept from them. Where the hell is Sammy? I need to get out here. I wonder if Geek Boy found our baby sister? He grinned at the thought.

"Dean?" Dean blinked, clearing his thoughts and grinned at his younger brother. "You ready to go dude?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Of course I'm ready to go. You know how I feel about hospitals."

Sam snorted in amusement. "Yeah I think the word 'loathe' describes it pretty well. Come on, let's get you checked out."

November 10th, 2006 Lawrence Kansas

"Sam, what are we doing here again?" Dean questioned as they pulled into the driveway of the home that belonged to family friend and psychic, Missouri Moseley. "You know the woman hates me."

" Missouri doesn't hate you," Sam laughed, "She just sees the potential you have to be a better man."

Dean threw Sam a glare, "That doesn't mean she has to hit upside the head all the time," he complained.

"Whatever dude," Sam replied as they exited the newly rebuilt Impala. As they were about to walk up to the front door, it opened up to reveal a tiny African American woman. Sam gave her a sad smile. "Hi Missouri."

Missouri returned the smile. "I'm so sorry child. Now the two of you get inside so we can talk."

November 16th, 2006: Suburb of Chicago Illinois

The street was quiet as the 1967 Impala drove down the streets. The two occupants inside the car glanced warily outside the windows and then shook their heads.

"You know Sammy; I don't think I could live in a place like this. I'd go crazy inside a week," Dean commented from the passenger side of the car.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "It's Sam," he responded. "And normal isn't so bad Dean."

Hearing the wistfulness in Sam's voice, Dean kept his smartass comments to himself. He knew well enough that Sam was either thinking of Jessica, the girl that they had met in New York, Sarah Blake, or both. "Whatever you say Sammy," he replied. Looking at the laptop, he began looking at the addresses. Finding the right address, he called out, "Third house on the right Sammy."

Sam ignored the "Sammy" and parked the car in the driveway. "Ready?"

Dean rolled his eyes and the two exited the Impala in sync with one another. Locking the doors, the two brothers then each took a fortifying breath and walked up to the front door of the house, ready to knock and introduce themselves. However, before they could knock the door opened to reveal a little girl, who looked to be seven years old. She had long dark hair that was put into two braids, big bright blue eyes and a peaches and cream complexion.

The two brothers looked down at the little girl, each smiling slightly. "Hi, is your mom home?" Sam asked, as it was obvious Dean was not going to say anything.

The little girl nodded, then turned to look behind her and yelled, "Mom, there's two guys here to talk to you!"

Sam and Dean shared a look that plainly said 'this girl's got some lungs on her'. A moment later, a woman in her mid thirties came walking up to the door. The girl pushed her way past Sam and Dean saying, "Mom, I'm going next door to Kerri's, I'll be back in an hour."

The woman, whom Sam and Dean assumed to be Laura, replied, "Fine sweetie," she turned back to Sam and Dean with a sheepish smile. "Sorry about that. I'm Laura Sorenson, how can I help you?"

"Ms. Sorenson, My name is Dean Winchester and this is my younger brother, Sam. I think you knew our dad, John Winchester?" Dean answered as he studied the woman. She was the complete opposite in coloring to his and Sam's mother.

Laura pressed her hand to her mouth. "You're John's boys?" They both nodded. "Come in, come in," she told them, letting them walk inside the house. "What are you doing here? I was under the impression that neither of you knew about Bethie…" she trailed off as she saw the looks of sadness on their faces.

"Ms. Sorenson," Sam began as they all took seats in the living room, "Our dad died three weeks ago. But he told us about Bethie before he died."

Tears filled Laura's eyes. "Oh my…I'm so sorry. But can I…can I ask how it happened?"

Dean and Sam shared a look before turning back to Laura. "How much do you know about our family Laura?" Dean questioned. Well, it was an honest question. They needed to know just how much they could tell this woman.

Laura looked confused at the question, but answered anyway. "All I know is that your father was a widower and had spent most of the last twenty-three years chasing down his wife's murderer. He never said much of anything about what he did."

"Could you excuse us for a few minutes," Sam asked politely as he got up to drag his brother across the room.

Laura nodded and watched as the two brothers had an animated discussion. Deciding to give the brothers a little more privacy, Laura got up and walked into the kitchen, but still able to see them. Silently she wondered just what they were talking about. It was obvious that it was something that was important, and something that had to deal with their past and also the present.

Once they were far enough away from Laura's ears, Dean looked over at Sam, "All right, what are we going to do?" he asked his younger brother.

Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know, all I know is we need to stay here for a bit, and get to know Bethie," he paused. There was no easy way around this, but it needed to be said. Looking into Dean's face, he said the dreaded words, "I think we need to tell them about the family business, or at least tell Laura."

Dean's eyes widened for a moment before the look that Sam had come to know as 'Fuck no!' came over Dean's face. Dean was about to reply when they heard the front door open.

"Mom," Bethie's voice called from the front hall, "I'm home."

After shooting Sam a look, Dean led the way back over to their seats as Laura replied, "We're in the living room sweetheart."

A few moments later, Bethie walked into the room and looked at the boys. "Hi, I'm Elizabeth Marie Winchester but everyone calls me Bethie," she smiled, holding out her hand.

Dean and Sam smiled slightly at their baby sister. "I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean," Sam began as he shook Bethie's hand. "We're your older brothers."

Laura watched as her little Bethie and her brothers introduced themselves to one another and felt tears prick her eyes. She was content to sit back and watch as Sam and Dean interacted with Bethie and couldn't help but be glad that John had told them about her before he passed away. It was obvious those two men were going to be spoiling her and be overprotective.

Bethie Winchester, wise little seven-year-old that she was just stared at her big brothers for a few moments before a huge grin covered her cherubic face, and she threw herself at Sam and hugged him for a she was worth. She always wanted siblings. For some reason, just being with her mom didn't sit just right. Something was missing, and now she knew what it was; her father and her big brothers. After hugging Sam, she looked over and threw herself at Dean giving him a big hug as well.

After releasing Dean from her mini-choke hold, she settled herself sitting in his lap. Looking over Bethie's head, Dean caught the smirk that was fighting it's way onto Sam's face and shot Sam a scowl that clearly said 'Don't even think about it'. Sam just rolled his eyes and grinned. He always knew his brother was a softie for children; especially after they saved the boy from drowning at Lake Manitoc last year.

"So you're my big brothers," Bethie asked, looking at both Sam and Dean. They nodded. "How old are you?"

Dean and Sam chuckled at her inquisitiveness. It reminded them of Sam at that age. "Well," Dean said, "I'm twenty seven, and Sammy there is twenty three."

Bethie's eyes widened. "Wow! You're ooooooold."

"Bethie!" Laura cried out in admonishment, though the edges of her mouth kept twitching upwards.

Dean just looked at his baby sister incredulously. "Old?! I'll show you old," he cried out in mock indignation as he picked Bethie up, and hung her upside down as he tickled her stomach.

"S-s-s-s-s-s-stop!" Bethie cried out, gasping for air as she was laughing so hard.

"No until you say sorry," Dean replied with a grin.

Bethie, still laughing, complied, "I'm sorry."

Dean nodded in apparent satisfaction; he then deposited Bethie next to Sam. Once she had control of herself, Bethie continued asking questions. She really wanted to get to know her brothers. So she asked anything she could think of.

The questions came pouring out of her mouth at a high rate. "Do you have any girlfriends? Did you have girlfriends? Have you ever been married? What do you guys do for a living? Do you go to college? Where's daddy? Do you guys have a mom?"

Sam gently placed a hand over her mouth and said, "One question at a time sweetheart." He looked over Dean, who just shrugged. How was he supposed to know how to answer her questions? "Now, let's start with the first question. Neither Dean nor I have girlfriends at the moment. My girlfriend Jessica was killed last year, and no, neither of us has been married," he shot a look at Dean to confirm and Dean nodded he was right.

"Though we have both been close to getting married," Dean added with a sad smile. "Sam wanted to propose to Jessica, but she had been killed before he could pop the question. And the girl whom I wanted to marry, she broke up with me before I could even ask her," Sam's eyes widened at the realization of who Dean had been talking about. "As for what we do for a living? Well, we travel around the country and do odd jobs helping people. And no, I didn't go to college," Dean grinned evilly, "That was for Sammy here."

Sam rolled his eyes, "It's Sam. And yes, I did go to college, Stanford actually," he admitted. "But after Jess died, I couldn't go back."

Now came the tough question. They had to tell Bethie that her dad was dead and gone. This was going to be hard for a seven-year-old to understand. "Bethie," Dean said softly, "Dad, he was killed in a car accident. He's now in Heaven."

Bethie's eyes widened and began to fill with tears. "W-w-w-what? Daddy's gone? Forever?"

Sam nodded and pulled Bethie close as she began to cry. "I'm so sorry little one," he whispered in her ears. It was painfully obvious that John must have visited her and Laura when he was on solo hunts in the area. They could already tell that Bethie was definitely a daddy's girl.

Dean and Sam looked up from Bethie as she cried into Sam's shoulder, over at Laura with looks of 'what do we do'. Laura mouthed back 'Just do what you're doing'.

A few minutes later, Bethie was all cried out, having fallen to sleep as she sobbed over her big brother. Sam felt her breathing become slow and steady, and quietly asked, "Where do you want me to…"

"Follow me," Laura said with a small smile. It always amazed her how her daughter could fall asleep anywhere.

Sam picked Bethie up as if she weighed nothing and carried her down the hall, following Laura to his little sister's room. Laura opened a door and turned on the light, illuminating a room that was sure to be a little girl's fantasy.

The walls were painted a cotton candy pink, the bedding was a pristine white, and looked old fashioned. The furniture looked like something from the early 1900s and included a four poster bed, dresser, desk, dressing table and seat, and a doll's house.

"Just lay her on her bed and put the comforter over her," Laura instructed Sam, "I'll take care of her later."

Sam nodded and quickly pulled the comforter down and put his baby sister to bed. As he did so, he couldn't help but wonder what could've been had his mom lived. After covering Bethie up, he followed Laura back out to the front room.

Now that they were able to talk without interruptions, Laura continued her little interrogation. "Look, your dad told me that he was into some pretty heavy stuff and couldn't stick around for longer than a couple of days at most," she began as she and Sam sat back down. "Can you tell me what he was into? I need to know…I need to know if my baby is safe."

Dean and Sam shared a look. "Look, Laura," Dean began, "what we're about to say may sound…unbelievable, but it's true."

Sam then took over. "It all started twenty-four years ago, on November second nineteen-eighty-three…"

The two brothers spent the better part of the next three hours giving Laura the bare minimum facts as to what they did and why. When they got to the part about the last year, they gave her more detail, telling her about Jessica, the different hunts they'd been on, and about finally finding the Demon who had started all of this.

As she listened to the story Dean and Sam told her, she could hardly believe what they were telling her. But if what they were telling her was the truth, then that would explain some of the strange happenings she'd seen at the haunted house in town. It was then she remembered something that had happened to her years earlier.

When she was still in high school, at a slumber party, her best friend Jamie went into the bathroom on a dare and called out 'Bloody Mary' three times. Two days later, Jamie and her friends Martha and Jane were all found dead, bleeding from empty eye sockets.

That was the clincher. The boys had described a similar incident where they had taken care of another Bloody Mary. Looking up at her daughter's older brothers, Laura said, "I believe you," she sighed. "Look, I know that death isn't going to happen to me right now, but I do know that if it does, I want Bethie to be with her brothers…"

Dean and Sam looked at Laura curiously, not seeing where she was going with this. Laura smiled slightly. "I'm a computer expert boys; I run multiple websites for a couple of different companies and design software. I don't want her to live on the run from the law with you two, so I'll see what I can do with you records, but in the mean time, can you promise that you'll think about getting a legit job that can still allow you to hunt?"

The two brothers looked at one another; Sam was completely shocked that someone would be willing to do that for them, and Dean, well, he looked like Christmas had come early. After all, they were just given the chance to be given a completely clean slate, well, at least in regards to the law.

December 1st, 2006 – Sam and Dean's Condo

It had been a couple of weeks since the boys had found their baby sister, and when they say baby, they meant it literally. Elizabeth Marie Winchester, Bethie to her friends and family, was all of seven years old and the apple of not only her mother's eyes, but those of her overprotective older brothers as well.

Ever since Laura had given the boys a clean slate with law enforcement, Sam and Dean Winchester had settled into a routine. Dean had gotten a job at a mechanic's shop, and Sam had some how been able to talk the admissions office of Stanford University to at least let him finish getting his pre-law degree. Needing only to finish a few classes to get his bachelor's degree, Sam opted to take the challenge exams; instead of heading back to the school for a full semester. But those were still a couple weeks away. After talking it over with Dean, Sam began to put together a website for their new business…private investigators/paranormal specialists. This way they could still do what they do and make legit money.

While the boys still hunted in their off time, it didn't take up their full attention as it once did; though since The Demon was still out there, they were taking all of the precautions necessary. With her daughter's older half brothers living in town, Laura had no problem letting Bethie visit with the boys. In fact, the day before, the brothers had offered to pick Bethie up from school if Laura was unable to. Laura thought about this for a bit, but in the end she relented. After all, the boys were her daughter's big brothers. It wasn't hard to see that they doted on their little sister.

It was now two-thirty in the afternoon, and Sam was leaning against the car, waiting and watching out for Bethie, completely oblivious to the looks he was getting from the young mothers who were standing there. Sam grinned as Bethie came walking out of the school chatting with her little friends. However as soon as she spied him, she smiled widely and came running.

"Sammy! Sammy!" She yelled out as she ran over. "Guess what?" she asked as she jumped up into her big brother's arms.

Sam held her, an eyebrow raised. "I don't know. What happened princess?"

Bethie scrunched her nose up in consternation. "Sammy!" she said in an exasperated tone, one he knew she could have only gotten from Dean. "We're going on a field trip to the museum next week. I was wondering if you and Dean could come with us as chaperones."

Sam chuckled. Bethie was a lot like he had been when it came to enthusiasm for school. "I'll talk to Dean, but I know I'd be happy to," he replied.

Bethie kissed his cheek. "Thanks Sammy, you're the bestest big brother," she paused; then said, "Now put me down, please."

Sam fought the urge to salute as he set his little sister back down among her friends. Bethie turned to her friends, grinning, and said, "Guys, this is my brother Sam Winchester. Sam, these are my friends Ashley Greengrass, Derk Johnson, and Kerri Potter."

Sam grinned down at his sister's friends. "Hey."

The mothers of Bethie's friends were surprised at Bethie's introduction. They had known the girl for years and had not even heard of any brothers, or half brothers. Deciding to find out what the truth was, Ashley's mother, Pamela, a tall thin woman in her early thirties, walked over with a false smile.

"Hi, I'm Pam, Ashley's mother," she said holding her hand out.

Sam looked at the woman sizing her up and took her hand warily, and gave it a firm shake before he let go. "Sam Winchester, I'm Bethie's older half-brother," he introduced himself.

"Really, I've never heard about Bethie having any siblings…And I've known Bethie and her mother for a few years," Pamela said, her eyebrow raised. She wasn't quite sure about Sam yet and until she got to know him better, she wasn't going to allow him to be alone with her daughter, when Ashley went over to play.

Sam fought the scowl that was trying to make its way onto his face. It was easy to see that this woman was protective of not only her child, but children in general. He could respect that, and knew that Dean would as well but it still made him angry that they made assumptions about him and his brother like that.

"Pam, I can understand your reservations," he acquiesced, leaning against the Impala, Bethie standing to his right, with his arm wrapped around her shoulder. "But my brother Dean and I didn't even know that Bethie existed until dad told me just before he died in a car accident last month. My brother and I are here only to let Bethie get to know her family."

Pam nodded; it was hard to keep a mask of indifference when it was plain to see that he was telling the truth, or at least was telling most of the truth. "Really? What about the rest of your family? What do they have to say about this?" Well, if she was going to question him, she was going to find out all she could.

Sam's face darkened. "Dean, Bethie, and I are the only ones left on our father's side of the family. And my brother and I are the only one's left on our mother's," taking a breath, Sam calmed himself. "I'm sorry Pam, but my older brother and baby sister are the only family I have left. Now if you'll excuse me. I've got to get Bethie home." And with that, Sam scooped Bethie up into his arms and put her in the rear seat of the car, reminding her to put on her seat belt, then got in the driver's seat and took off. Leaving several stunned women to think about what he said.