"My name is Alaska Jean Winchester, I'm your daughter" the small girl with wide doe eyes says confidently.
She rocks back and forth looking at the ground. A tribal print backpack hangs over her petite shoulder.
"Kid, I don't know who or what you are but I don't have a daughter." The tall dark haired man tries to shut the door but the girl stops it by jamming her combat boot between the frame.
"Your name is John Winchester you met my mother, Charolette Gray on a Rugaroo hunt in Fairbanks in 84'." The child speaks quickly, as if she rehearsed this a thousand times. John is silent. He kneels to her level. "How old are you Kid" Alaska Jean looks at him seriously with intent, "Old enough know about the monsters" she says sternly. After a minute of silence and John's expressionless face She tucks her light brown hair behind her ears. "Nine".
He opens the door to reveal a messy motel room, newspapers and pictures hunt from the wall. As she walks in she looks around a bit, analyzing the details of her surroundings and sets her bag on a chair.
"How did you get here?" John says cautiously.
"Mom taught me what to do. I bought a train ticket and found the only motel in the city that had a black Impala parked behind it."
"Where is Charlotte, Alaska?"
"You can call me AJ"
"Okay AJ.." John kneels down in front of her, lifting her chin with his callused hands. "I need to know where your mom is AJ."
The girl clutched the necklace around her neck and looked at John with no expression.
"She's dead."
John dropped his other knee and held his hand over his mouth. He was speechless. John always imagined he's see Charlotte again.
"It was yellow eyes." She passed looking up from the ground and to John. "She told me to tell you it was him."
John unsurely pulled her in for a hug. At first she awkwardly stood there. But eventually her hands wrapped around his neck and she let out a few tears.
"My daughter"
AJ pulls always quickly.
"Boys, it's okay, come out now."
AJ's head jerked around to see a tall boy, maybe 14, with light brown hair and green eyes, just like her. He had freckles splattered across his face and he held a pocket knife in his hand."
AJ backs up cautiously. She's scared.
Soon she's put to ease, a boy about her size, maybe a year or two older creeps out of the bathroom behind the taller one. He had dark brown hair that almost reached his chin and seemed just as scared as she was.
John took AJ's hand and lead her to the boys.
"Sam, Dean... This is AJ- your..sister"
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