The year of 1994, something big would occur in the Winchesters lives, that would change them forever. Their lives had changed a ton over the years, but this was probably one of the biggest changes ever.

10 year old Sam, and 14 year old Dean Winchester sat in their motel room while their father was out on another hunt.

It was another boring night for the two brothers. There were cold spaghettios on the stove, and the same reruns of the same cartoons playing on the tv.

"When's dad getting back?" Sam asked his big brother.

"Sometime later." Dean said, never taking his eyes off of his comic book in his hands.

"When?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, Sam." Dean said.

Sam huffed in slight annoyance and rolled his eyes at his brother.

Both of them looked up as they heard a knock on the door. Dean immediately got up as it wasn't the knock he and his father had rehearsed a million times before.

Sam got up off the floor but Dean kept him behind him.

"Stay here." Dean told the boy, glancing back at him.

Sam silently nodded his head.

Dean moved closer to the door, grabbing the shotgun against the wall. He looked out the peephole, but didn't see anything.

He looked back at Sam, who had moved a little closer to him.

Dean turned back to the door, and unlocked it, opening it. He wasn't supposed to open the door when their father wasn't there, and it wasn't their "code knock." But Dean didn't see anyone out the peephole, so what was the harm in opening the door?

At first, Dean didn't see anything, but then he looked down.

He was quiet for a short moment, Sam guessed from the look he could see on deans face, it was because he was in shock.

"What the hell is a baby doing here?" Dean asked aloud, making Sam's eyes widen.

Sam rushed over beside his brother, and looked down, seeing the same thing Dean did when he opened the door and looked down at the ground.

On the ground, sitting in front of the doorway, sat a baby carrier with a blue eyed baby laying inside, looking up at the two boys with wide eyes.

She was wrapped up in a light pink blanket, and had a pink pacifier in her mouth. Her blanket was gripped right in her tiny fists, she was kicking her legs a little, making the carrier slightly rock back and forth.

The two brothers looked at each other, Sam having wide eyes, Deans brows were furrowed and his mouth hung open slightly.

Dean stepped out onto the sidewalk, and looked around, looking for anyone who looked like they might've just dropped their baby at their doorstep, but no one was around.

"There's nobody here." He told Sam.

"So someone just left her here?" Sam asked.

"Looks like it." Dean said.

Sam furrowed his brows a little, and grabbed the carrier, bringing it into their motel room. It was a bit of a colder night, she would freeze to death outside.

Dean closed the door behind them, locking it. He came over to his brother who stood in front of carrier that now sat on the couch. The two brothers looked at the baby who grinned at them from behind her pacifier.

Deans eyes shifted to a note taped to the side of the carrier. He furrowed his brows and grabbed it, seeing his fathers name on the front.

"It's for dad." He told Sam who furrowed his brows in confusion.

Dean started to read it aloud.

"Dear, John. I'm sorry this is so sudden, but if you're reading this, it means I'm dead. The baby is yours..." Dean trailed off, his eyes trailing to the baby who was looking around.

Sam looked down at the baby.

"The baby is yours, and her name is Rowan Grace Winchester. I know this is out of the blue, and there's not much of an explanation, as I don't have much time to explain everything in detail. But I'm hoping that you will keep, and take care of the baby. I know out of the short months I've been able to spend with her, she is a very happy baby, and I know you and your two boys would love her just as much as I do. She's almost six months old, and her birthday is June 25th, 1993. Love, Annie Michaels." Dean finally finished the letter.

"She's dads?" Sam questioned.

"Who the hell is Annie?" Dean asked.

"I don't know. Dads never mentioned an Annie." Sam gave a small shrug.

"We'll ask when he gets back." Dean stated. "In the meantime..." he trailed off, looking to the baby. "What do we do with the baby?" He asked.

The brothers looked at each other.

~~~

Dean gently pat the baby's back as he gently bounced her in his arms. She had begun to get fussy, and over the years of taking care of his little brother, he had learned a few things.

It had been a few hours since the baby arrived, and the two brothers were doing their best to keep her occupied and quiet. Sam played peek-a-boo with her, Dean fed her some spaghettios, of course not without heating them up a little first.

"Can I hold her?" Sam spoke up, making Dean look at him.

"Yeah." He chuckled a little. "Come sit on the couch."

Sam excitedly got up off the floor and rushed over to the couch, plopping down on it. He held his arms out, and Dean gently put the babygirl in his arms.

"Here, hold her like this. You gotta support her head." Dean said, fixing Sam's arms to the proper way to hold a baby.

The two brothers both looked up as they heard a knock on the door, and Dean recognized it as the same one that had been engraved into his brain at least fifty times.

"Dads back." He said, making Sam look at him.

Dean made his way to the door, and unlocked it, opening it, and letting his father inside.

John went to speak, but immediately froze when he saw Sam holding a baby in his arms.

"What the hell is this?" He questioned, furrowing his brows.

"We don't know. You tell us." Dean said making John raise his brows at him. "She showed up with a note from some lady named Annie Michaels. She's your baby."

"What the hell are you talking about, boy?" John asked.

Dean walked over to the carrier that now sat beside the couch, he grabbed the note sitting inside of it, and he held it out to his father who snatched it out of his hands.

Johns eyes scanned over the note and his face fell slightly. He let out a small sigh.

Sam looked between his brother and his father just before looking down at the baby.

"Who's Annie?" Dean asked John.

John slightly hesitated.

"She was someone I met one night. We went out for a couple of months. I cut everything off a little while ago, but she never mentioned being pregnant." John let out another small sigh.

"Can we keep her?"

John and Dean both looked at Sam who was looking at them with his unintentional puppy dog eyes he was just born with.

John lightly sighed, glancing at the baby.

"Well, she's my daughter." He nodded his head. "And that means she's your sister. Your half sister, but she's your sister." He stated.

"So we're keeping her?" Sam said, his voice full of excitement and happiness.

"Yes, we're keeping her." John nodded, not being able to contain his slight smile at his youngest son.

Dean smiled.

"Dean!" Sam said making his brother look at him. "We have a baby sister." He said with a huge smile on his face.

Dean chuckled, and looked to the baby in his little brothers arms. She had big blue eyes and fluffy reddish-brown hair on her head. He couldn't help but smile when she grinned at him.

Sam got up off the couch with the baby, coming over to his brother and father, standing in between them.

Dean chuckled, and put his hand in front of Rowan, letting her grasp onto his fingers. "Hey, Rowan. We're your big brothers."

"We're gonna protect you, and keep you safe." Sam told the baby who grinned at them.

"That's right. We won't let anything happen to you." Dean said.

John smiled at them.

•••

Rory giggled as she ate her chicken nuggets at the table, watching Scooby door on the tv. Sam sat at the table with her, because she had asked him to, but he intended to sit with her anyway to make sure she didn't choke on her food.

She was like Dean when she ate.

She wharfed everything down without thinking twice. Rory was the little kid who copied everyone's actions, especially her big brothers' actions. That was one of the reasons Sam told Dean to cut down on the swearing, and "violent language."

One time when John was actually at the motel with them, he was trying to get Rowan dressed for school, but she was acting up. It was normal for Rory to act up because she had adhd, and couldn't control it. Sam and Dean learned to deal with it, but John wasn't the 'put up with it' type.

In the midst of trying to get Rory dressed, she yelled at John to shut up.

John was very taken back, and very surprised that she would speak to him like that. Luckily, Dean stepped in just in time before John could do anything.

"Rory, after you get done, you have to get ready for bed, okay?" Sam told the little girl.

"No!" She told him.

"Yes, you do. You have to get ready for bed eventually." He said.

"No!" Rory slid off her chair and ran to the couch.

Dean looked up from the tv, to Rory who grabbed onto his sleeve and pulled herself up to stand on the couch.

"No ma'am. You do not stand up on the couch." Dean shook his head at her, and gently grabbed the back of her shirt, pulling her down to sit on her bottom.

"No!" Rory whined, pulling herself back up.

"Rory." Dean warned her, giving her that look.

The five year old let her eyes linger on him for a moment before reluctantly sitting down on her bottom on the couch.

"Thank you." Dean said.

"You're not very welcome." Rory furrowed her brows at him, Dean raised his brows at her.

The little girl slid off the couch, running to Sam and holding her arms up to him. Sam picked her up, fixing her on his hip.

"You ready to get dressed for bed now?" He asked her.

Rory hummed for a moment before nodding her head.

"Okay." Sam nodded, and carried her over to her book bag.

He set her down on the bed, and pulled her bag up beside her. Sam unzipped it, and pulled out a pair of pajama pants, and a white t-shirt that had a few food stains on it.

"You wanna do it?" Sam asked her.

"Yeah, I'm gonna do it by myself." Rory nodded, and started taking her shirt off, grabbing the shirt in Sam's hand and pulling it over her head.

After putting her pajama pants on, Sam started brushing through her hair. Rory's hair had turned more red over time as it grew, it was a surprise considering that in order for her to have red hair that red, she would need red hair DNA from both parents. John didn't have red hair, but her mother did, and somehow, Rory came out as a full red head.

Before Sam could even finish brushing the girls hair, she jumped up and ran to the table to finish eating her chicken nuggets.

Sam let out a sigh, getting up off the bed. Dean watched Rory while she ate, Sam went to go take a shower before bed.

After a while, Rory started dozing on the couch, so Dean tucked her in, and laid a pillow under her head. He kissed her cheek, and just as he was about to walk away, he heard the little girls voice.

"Bee?" She asked making Dean look back at her, and hum in question.

Bee was the nickname Rory unintentionally gave him when she first started learning how to talk. She couldn't pronounce 'Dee' when she heard her other brother calling their big brother by that name. She tried, and it came out as 'Bee' instead.

Dean never really minded and didn't bother to correct her, he thought it was adorable.

"Is Daddy back now?" Rory asked, rubbing her tired eyes with her little fists.

"Not yet, sweetheart, but he will be soon." Dean told her.

"Okay. I love you bubby, and I love bubba, too." She told Dean.

"We love you, sweetheart." He smiled at her.

Sam and Dean had made an agreement a while back that Dean was Bubby, and Sam was Bubba. Though it was basically the same name, they knew who they were to Rory, and she knew who they were to her.

•••

Rory slept in the bed, softly snoring as Dean zipped his bag, and came over to the girl.

"Rowan." He gently shook her. "Rory, you have to get up."

Rory mumbled as she rolled over, shoving her face into her pillow.

"Rowan, come on." Dean said, rolling her back over.

"Why?" Rory groaned.

"Because we're gonna go see Sam." Dean told her.

Rory was now awake.

"Sam?" She asked. "But he's at college." She stated.

"Yeah, I know." Dean sighed. "But dads been gone for too long, and we need help finding him."

"So we're gonna ask Sammy?" Rory questioned.

"Yeah, now come on." Dean grabbed her pillow and hit her in the face with it.

Rory grabbed it and threw it at him.

Once Rory was dressed and was sure she had all of her things, the two left the motel, checking out of their room, and hitting the road.

Rory sat in the backseat with her skateboard and her book bag. Her pillow sat in the seat with her, along with her blue blanket.

Dean sped down the highway, the radio quietly played Night moves, by Bob Segar.

"Bubby?"

Dean looked to Rory in the rearview mirror.

"Do you really think Sammys gonna help us?" She asked, almost hesitant to.

"I don't know." Dean answered truthfully with a small sigh.

Rory looked out her window with a quiet sigh.

After a few hours of driving, the two siblings arrived to Stanford. They found Sam's dorm and broke into it.

"There couldn't have been an easier way to do this?" Rory quietly questioned Dean who just shushed her.

Rory rolled her eyes at him as he started opening cabinets, not even caring about the noise he was making. They walked into another room, the door creaked a little.

Rory noticed a figure out of the corner of her eye, and she managed to move just in time as the figure tackled Dean.

The two men started fighting in the dark, punching at one another, and dodging each other's hits. Rory watched them fight and followed them into another room where Dean had managed to pin the man to the ground.

"Whoa, easy, tiger." Dean chuckled.

"Dean?" The man, Sam, breathed out.

Dean chuckled again.

"You scared the crap out of me." Sam told him.

"That's 'cause you're out of practice." Dean stated.

Sam then flipped them over, so he was now pinning Dean to the floor.

"Or not." Dean chuckled. "Get off of me." He tapped Sam's arm.

The two men stood up and Sam was immediately tackled by Rory.

"Whoa!" Sam stumbled back a little as Rory hugged him tightly. "Rory?" He asked.

"The one and only." Rory chuckled.

Sam chuckled and hugged her back, ruffling her hair.

"What the hell are you guys doing here?" Sam questioned them.

"I was looking for a beer." Dean stated as he pat Sam's chest.

"I was just tagging along." Rory shrugged.

"Sam?"

All three Winchesters looked over as the lights turned on. In the doorway, stood a blonde woman, about a year younger than Sam. She was wearing a Smurfs crop top, and some extremely short pink shorts.

"Jess, hey." Sam spoke up. "Dean, Rory, this is my girlfriend, Jessica." He introduced them.

"Wait. You brother and sister, Dean and Rory?" Jessica asked with a slight smile.

"I love the Smurfs." Dean told her.

"Dude. No, you don't." Rory stated.

Dean nudged her with his elbow.

"You know, I got to tell you, you are completely out of my brothers league." Dean said as he walked to Jessica.

"Just let me put something on." Jessica told him.

"No, no. No, I wouldn't dream of it, seriously." Dean said making Rory roll her eyes. "Anyway, we got to borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business, but nice meeting you." Dean pointed towards Jessica as he walked back to Sam and Rory.

"No." Sam walked to his girlfriend, wrapping his arm around her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

"Okay." Dean nodded as Rory looked at him, her lips parted slightly. "Um, dad hasn't been home in a few days."

"So he's working Miller time on a Miller time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." Sam stated.

Dean dropped his head with a small sigh as it was quiet for a moment.

"Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days." Rory spoke up.

Sam looked at her and his eyes stayed on her.

"Jess, excuse us." Sam spoke up.

~~~

"I mean, come on, you can't just break in in the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you." Sam said as they walked down the stairs.

"You're not hearing us, Sammy. Dads missing. We need you to help us find him." Dean said.

"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst, or the devils gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine."

The three stopped walking and turned to each other.

"Not for this long, Sam." Rory stated to him.

"Now, are you gonna come with us or not?" Dean asked.

"I'm not."

"Why not?" Rory asked.

"I swore I was done hunting for good." Sam told her.

"Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." Dean stated as they started walking again.

"Yeah?" Sam asked. "When I told dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45." He stated.

"What was he supposed to do?" Dean questioned him.

"I was nine years old." Sam told him as they turned to face each other again. "He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark."

"Don't be afraid of the dark?" Dean questioned. "Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there."

"Yeah, I know. Still— the way we grew up after mom was killed and dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her, but we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find." Sam stated.

"Save a lot of people doing it, too." Dean stated.

Sam scoffed as Rory looked between them.

"You think mom would have wanted this for us? You think Rory's mom would've wanted this for her?" Sam asked.

Rory stayed quiet as Dean took her hand and pulled her through the door, Sam following behind them.

"The weapon training and melting the silver into bullets? Man, dean, we were raised like warriors." Sam said as they walked towards the impala.

"So, what are you gonna do?" Dean asked him. "Are you just gonna live some normal, apple-pie life? Is that it?" He questioned.

"No, not normal. Safe." Sam said.

"And that's why you ran away." Dean stated, gently squeezing Rory's hand.

"I was just going to college. It was dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone." Sam said.

Rory looked down at the ground. She remembered that fight like it was yesterday.

"And that's what I'm doing." Sam stated.

"Dads in real trouble right now if he's not dead already. I can feel it." Dean told him. "We can't do this alone."

"Yes, you can." Sam said.

"Well, we don't want to." Rory told him.

Sam sighed as he looked down at the ground, then looked back up at his siblings.

"What was he hunting?" He asked.

Deans eyes shifted to him as Rory smiled a little.

~~~

Rory watched as Dean opened the trunk of the impala, and opened the Arsenal, propping the lid up with a shotgun.

"Alright. Where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean muttered to himself.

"So when dad left, why didn't you two go with him?" Sam asked.

"We were working our own gig— this voodoo thing down in New Orleans." Dean told him.

"Dad let you two go on a hunting trip by yourselves?" Sam questioned them.

"I'm 26, Dude. And Rory's 12, old enough to take care of herself." Dean stated. "Alright, here we go." He said as he grabbed a file out of the trunk. "So dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy— " he handed Sam a picture of a younger man. "They found his car, but he'd vanished. Completely M.I.A."

"So maybe he was kidnapped." Sam stated.

"Yeah, well, here's another one in April, another one in December '04, '03, '98, '92– ten of them over the past 20 years— all men, all same 5-mile stretch of road." Dean told him.

Rory looked between her brothers.

"It started happening more and more, so dad went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. We haven't heard from him since, which is bad enough, and then I get this voicemail yesterday." Dean grabbed his phone and flipped it open.

Dean pressed play and the voicemail started playing.

"Dean, Rory, something is starting to happen. I think it's serious. I need to try to figure out what's going on. Be very careful, you two. We're all in danger." Johns distorted voice played through the phone just before it stopped and Rory shifted her weight.

"You know there EVP on that?" Sam stated.

"Not bad, Sammy. Kind of like riding a bike, isn't it?" Dean stated. "Alright. I slowed the message down and ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this is what I got." Dean said just before playing the voice mail again.

"I can never go home." A woman's whispered voice came through the phone.

"Never go home." Sam repeated.

Dean flipped his phone shut, and closed the Arsenal, then the trunk.

"You know, in almost two years, we've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing." Dean told their brother as he leaned against the trunk, Rory leaning against him.

Sam sighed.

"Alright, I'll go." Sam told them. "I'll help you find him, but I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here." He said.

"What's first thing Monday?" Rory asked as she furrowed her brows in question.

"I have an interview."

"What, a job interview? Skip it." Dean told him, Rory barely elbowed him.

"It's a law-school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate." Sam stated.

"Law school?" Dean questioned.

"That's great, bubba." Rory smiled at Sam.

Sam gave her a small smile back.

"So we got a deal or not?" He asked dean.

Dean looked at Rory, then Sam.

Thank you so much for reading!