Title: Broken Anchor Part 1

Rating: R (violence, language, adult themes)
Author: MacGateFan Notes: This is a continuation of Your Soul Is Anchored but actually takes place before that one. It's the story of what Dean blames himself for in the previous fic.
Disclaimers: Eric Kripke owns everything related to Supernatural. Sarah Winchester is my creation, though.

Sarah was barely two years old when she was taken from her home. And that wasn't a bad thing like for most people. It was because her parents neglected her. They always told Sarah she was a mistake. Okay so it wasn't so many words, but it pretty much felt that way. She'd be left in her room alone for days at a time. They would leave a bowl of dry Cheerios for each meal unless their friends were coming to visit.

When John and Mary Winchester and their son Dean visited, Sarah was treated like the most wonderful and wanted child in the world. She was lucky her parents were friends with them because they came often. One day the Winchesters left Dean with Sarah's parents while they went shopping for the new baby that was coming. Dean was very excited that he was going to be a big brother.

The children were playing in Sarah's room when the front door slammed and suddenly people were arguing. It was very confusing so all she could really remembered was being picked up and taken out of the house by a stranger. Dean was left there but she was told his parents got him at the same time. It turned out that child services had been getting various reports from family and friends alike regarding their treatment of little Sarah.

So here she was, two years old and nowhere to go. Even though her parent's families were very adamant about getting Sarah out of that home, they were either unable or not interested in taking a child her age into theirs. That's when John and Mary stepped forward. Even though they already had Dean, who was three, and Sam was about to be born, they took Sarah in and for that she would be forever grateful.

Of course most people know what happened to the amazing Mary Winchester six months after little Sammy was born. Sometimes Sarah wondered how John handled it with the three of them. She remembered staying with a friend of the family's for awhile and then John's parents took them in, but none of them could understand his obsession for wanting to go after who (or what) killed Mary. Growing up as a hunter could have been a lot worse meaning they could have lost John too.

Luckily he was still alive and kicking. Well, currently dealing with a hunt that he said only Dean could help him with. It seemed like Sam and Sarah were only to deal with the research end of the hunt. "I don't get it, it's not like we're that much younger than Dean," Sarah pouted as she plopped onto the couch.

Sam looked up from the college application he was filling out. "I know, Sarah, but just get used to it."

"What're you doing anyway?"


"Liar," Sarah replied, jumping up and snatching the paper from the table. "Oh my God! Sammy, you're applying to Stanford? That's awesome!"

Sam scoffed at her. "Yeah, tell Dad that."

"Hell no, little brother," she said. "I mean, I am proud of you for doing what you need to do, but personally I don't want to be anywhere near the two of you when World War III breaks out."

Before Sam could reply, Dean opened the door drenched and looking mighty pissed. The pair glanced at one another but said nothing as he went straight into the bathroom without a word himself. A few minutes later, John came in. He never looked up or acknowledged the two in the room but they noticed him shaking.

"Um... Dad?" Sarah finally spoke up.

Suddenly John burst into loud laughter and they heard Dean shout, "It's not that funny!"

"Whatever you say," John replied as he took a deep breath to calm himself. "You two finish your homework?"

Sarah realized she was holding Sam's application in her hands and quickly handed it to her brother as she nodded. "Yeah, but I was wondering if I could head out to the cafe to meet some friends."


"Come on, Dad, I'm just talking about Charlie's. It's not even a block away."

Dean came out that moment wearing only a towel around his waist and drying his hair. "Only if Dean goes with you."

"What?" she asked.

"What?" Dean asked. "Dad, I..." he trailed off when John glared at him. Yes, Sir."

Sam quickly gathered his papers and shoved them into his backpack, determined not to let his Father know about what he was doing just yet. He watched the scene before him and sighed quietly. Sarah wanted to be able to hang out with friends without any of them around. He knew her favorite place to be was school because she didn't have to worry about them.

"Fine," Sarah finally said, giving in. Dean followed Sarah outside. "Hey, take it easy, Sar!" he said. "It's not like I want to do this either, ya know! I would be just as content to go to a bar."

"Then why don't you, Dean?" she asked angrily, turning to face him. "Oh, right you gotta be a good little soldier and follow Daddy's orders, don't you? You're pathetic!"

Dean paused remembering the last time he heard those words. Shaking it off he nodded. "You know, you're right, Sarah! Just don't come crawling back to me the next time you need something!"

"Dean, wait!" Sarah exclaimed, feeling like a heel for treating him the way she did. She rubbed her temples as she watched him head to the bar. Sighing, she went to the cafe to meet her friends.

When she arrived, however, only Mason Derringer and his friends were there. She didn't see Molly or Suzy. Sarah shrugged and grinned as she walked over to them. "Mind if I join you?"

Mason eyed Sarah appreciatively. "Not at all," he replied, moving over to make room. "Thanks."

Mason had the reputation of being a ladies man but Sarah didn't mind. It wasn't as if she was going to date the guy. He was nice to her and easy on the eyes. She loved the attention she was getting when it wasn't a look of concern or worry.

"So we were thinking about heading to Braxton Woods to see if those ghost stories are true, wanna come?" Sarah bit her bottom lip. That was the reason her family was out there and if they found she went there on her own with these idiots who think it'd be fun to find ghosts, her Father wasn't going to be too pleased. And if something happened and he learned that Dean wasn't with her.

"I probably shouldn't. It's getting kinda late."

Mason put an arm around her, clutching her tightly to him. "You're coming with us whether you want to or not, Sarah."

"Would you please let go of me?"

"Aw, isn't that sweet? So polite!" Mason said his friend Dave pulled her from the booth. It was a dumb move on their part because Sarah began swinging at him and suddenly Dave was on the floor, clutching his stomach.

"That's enough!" Sarah looked up to see the motel and cafe manager standing in front of her. "Why don't you get back to your room, honey?"

Sarah nodded and with one last glare at Mason, she left the cafe. She reached into her pocket for her cell phone and dialed Dean's number. He answered on the third ring. "You okay?" he asked and she knew that he had already forgiven her.

"I'm ready to get back. I would think you should come with me if you don't want to get in trouble."

"Yeah. I'll take care of my tab right now and... Sarah?"

"Let me go you asshole!" Sarah exclaimed as Mason held on to her, determined not to let her go. "Dean!"


Mason grabbed Sarah's phone and slammed it into the ground. "Sorry, Princess, but you're coming with me!" That was the last thing she heard as she lost consciousness.

Dean paid his tab in record time and rushed outside. He didn't see Sarah anywhere so he headed to the cafe to see if maybe she was there waiting for him. He found Charlie the manager sweeping up some glass and he immediately became concerned. "Excuse me."

"You're Sarah's brother, right?"

"That's me. Is she all right?"

He nodded, chuckling. "Yeah. She's pretty spry for a little thing. Some boys tried to force her to go with them but she wasn't having any of it. Laid one of them down right here." Charlie noticed that Dean was no longer paying attention. "Hey, everything all right?"

"I don't know. Sarah called me to meet her and we were cut off. Sounded like there was some kind of struggle. I'm worried about her."

"You need me to call the police?"

Dean shook his head. "Not yet. I should talk to my Dad first. Um, did they talk about anything specific while they were here?"

"Just mentioned Braxton Woods," Charlie replied. "Thanks," Dean said, running out the door. He stopped suddenly when he felt something crunching beneath his feet. Kneeling on the ground, he recognized the debris to be Sarah's phone. "Shit!"

Taking a deep breath, Dean took his own phone out and called Sam. "This had better be good," his brother said, clearly having been asleep.

"Sarah's missing."

"What? Dean, what the hell? Weren't you watching her?"

"Shut up, Sammy, do you want Dad to hear?"

"Dad's not here, he decided to go back to Braxton Woods with Caleb and Micah."


"What happened?"

"Sarah and I got into a fight and I didn't go with her to the cafe."


"Dude, I know, just shut up for a second! She called me almost a half hour later and told me she was ready but we were cut off. I talked to Charlie and she was there with some guys from school. They mentioned Braxton Woods."


"So get dressed because we're going out there to find Sarah before Dad does and..."

"And kicks your ass halfway across the country."