Supernatural for Millie Winchester - DISCONTINUED / UP FOR ADOPTION

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Dean's POV

"What do you want, Crowley?" I looked across the motel room we were staying in for the night – in-between jobs – to see Sam stand, phone to his ear, worried and slightly pissed-off expression.

"Hold on a sec," Sam motions me closer to him from where I was, trying to eavesdrop.

"Squirrel, can you hear me?"

"Hearing you, Crowley. We won't give it to you, don't bother asking," this is the third time he's called, the first, to see if we had it, the second one, he was annoyed because we cloaked everything to do with us, to make us invisible to their methods.

"Oh, I'm not asking. This time, I have something you want."

"And what exactly do I want?"

"This innocent girl, who doesn't know the truth, with a daughter, a husband, a little house to call home, a family. She'll die if you won't give it to me."

"And why would I care about some random chick over this? The only thing the King of Hell himself wants."

"Because, Squirrel. She isn't just anyone."

"No?"

"No."

"Well then, who is it?"

"Millie."

My heart stopped.

I haven't heard her name since I was a kid.

I haven't seen her since we were five.

No. Crowley doesn't know she exists. How can he? Dad and I erased everything to do with her existence. She's not a Winchester. She's not my twin, she wasn't born in Lawrence, Kansas. Her mother's name isn't Mary.

Millie Winchester doesn't exist.

Crowley's playing me, I realise. That's the only explanation.

"Should that name mean anything to me, Crowley?" I ask in a voice I hope sounds indifferent.

"You don't believe me, Squirrel. Do you?"

"I believe you'd go to great lengths to get this from us, but I don't know this so-called Millie chic," I say truthfully, well, partial truths, anyway.

"He doesn't believe us, sweetheart, perhaps you should say hi," his muffled voice sounded away from the phone, static sounds the other end.

"He has me, I don't know what he wants, don't give it to him –" she was abruptly cut off.

"What's your name?" Sam asks into the phone.

"Millie, Millie Winchester. Who are you?" No... I was hoping it was a trick.

"That's a strange coincidence," Sam started. "My brother and I are Winchester, too. Sorry for getting you into this mess, I think Crowley was mistaken."

"What's your name?" she asks curiously.

"Uh, Sam and my brother, Dean," I wasn't fast enough to stop him. She knows her brothers names. Sam doesn't know hers. If she says anything remotely like, 'OMG, you're my long lost brothers!' We are all doomed.

"Huh, I was thinking that maybe we were relatives or something, but I don't know anyone in my family named Sam or Dean. Sorry."

She may have never known about the truth. But she sure has our Winchester personality. She knows when to shut up and act neutral.