The Winchester's [Supernatural Fan-Fiction]

Don't Keep Secrets From Family(Unless You're the Winchesters.)

"Nice car." I commented as I climbed in the back. A nice black 1967 Chevy Impala.

"Thanks." Dean said.

"How long will this take? I have to get back to Cas." They both stopped and stared at me.

"You know Cas?" Sam ask looking back at Dean.

"My dog." I said. They both looked relaxed. "What?"

"Nothing." Dean turned his gaze towards the road.

"Where you taking me?" I sat in the middle seat looking between them.

"The motel."
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I sat in the chair looking out the window. "So according to dad's journal,"

"Shut it Sammy. Face it, we will never find dad." Dean grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on the one twin bed. That's his second bottle. I started to wonder if he was just drunk instead of angry.

"Why would you say that? Maybe dad left us this for a reason." He sat across from me at the table flipping through the journal. I could tell Sam wanted to find his dad more then Dean. But again, I just met them.

"Sam, you hated dad ever since you were 12. Why do you want to find him so badly!"

"Because Dean, I do care about dad!" Sam stood up facing Dean. They didn't really inform me about their past. I knew this was not a good time to interrupt their fight.

"Shut up you two! We are not going to get anywhere with you two at each other's throats!"

"Emily is right, we need to work together Dean." Dean shook his head and chuckled. Then he grabbed his coat and keys and went for the door. When the door shut Sam sat on the edge of the bed. Rubbing his face with hands, he's stress. I could tell. Working at the office for four years, I knew what stress looked like. I sat next to him.

"It's going to be fine, I promise. He just needs time to relax." He collapsed his hands in his lap. He nodded.

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About two hours past and not a single word from Dean. It was about nine o'clock. I could tell Sam was getting worried. He kept leaving messages and texts saying, "Dean, it's Sam, call me." But still no answer. He quickly type on his computer.

"What are you doing?"

"Getting the location on his phone. He must have his phone with him, but can't answer it." That made no sense to me but whatever. I still thought about Cas. Wait.

"Why did you give me a weird look when I mentioned my dog, Cas?"

"Nothing, it's a long story." He paused for a moment. "Ha, found him. An old abandoned place on 12th street." He looks at me. "Let's go."

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The building must have been 6stories high. Not that big compared to the office I work in. Broken window here and there but over all, it sure hasn't been used for a long time. Plus no one was near us so they couldn't see us. "Alright, you stay here." He said as he loaded a gun.

"What are you crazy! No, I'm coming with you." I crossed my arms.

"Alright, you'll need this." He handed me a baseball bat. I wasn't going to protest a baseball bat for a gun. I never shot a gun before. He guided me down the halls of the building. I wasn't sure if he was lost or actually knew the place. But I trust them.

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"Tell me where he is!" A voice yelled. Then after a loud slap on skin.

"Again, I don't know where Sammy is, alright" Dean sounded vexed. We followed the sounds of their voice.

"Look Dean, Sam's going to find out one way or another, and you can't keep lying to him." We saw a long hallways where the must have been. Sam aimed his gun towards the man.

"Oh ya, and what's this big secret?"