'Unwanted' -

Summary; In 'Jump the shark', instead of Adam, the Winchester brothers had got a call from a 12 yrs old girl, Lara Croft, daughter of Emma Croft and John Winchester. They suspected her at first to be some kind of trap but she gives them proof and they have to accept she's their half-sister. She didn't see John much, just a few times. She doesn't turn out to be a ghoul like Adam did. Set right after they get rid of the ghoul that killed her mum.

Chapter 1 –

'No, Sam. She can't go with us. We can't look after her. We're in the middle of a damn war. She isn't our responsibility anyway.' Dean said in an angry voice.

'Dean, how can you say that? She's our little sister.' Sam sounded depressed.

Lara was sat on the stairs in her home, listening to her big brothers decide her future. Brothers that she hadn't known existed till four days ago. She felt sad and empty because now she was alone in the big, bad, monster-filled world. That she had also found out, four days ago. She had been oblivious to the real dangers in the world and how they affected her until her mum had disappeared and she had seen the monster that had taken her.

Lara knew she was taking her mother's death too well. She blamed this on the lack of connection and closeness she had shared with her mum, Emma Croft. The woman had never really had the time to spend with her daughter, instead preferring to blame Lara for screwing up her life by being born.

Lara didn't really know what she was going to do now. She didn't have friends and she didn't have any other family. When she had heard Sam mention that she would be going with them, she had felt relieved. She didn't know them but she knew she would at least be safe with them. She didn't care if they hunted monsters, she could handle that. She just couldn't handle being alone.

Lara had seen Dean give Sam a look. It had been a disgusted look. Although it was obvious that both brothers didn't like the fact that she existed, Sam was making an effort to be nice to her, that much she could tell. Sam had asked her to leave them both alone to talk for a few minutes. He told her that he'd come to get her when they had finished their talk. That had been an hour ago, so she had decided to come and check what was happening. In truth, she had been scared that they had already left without saying anything.

Lara tuned back into what they were saying. She sighed when she heard Dean snort.

'Yeah? She might be your sister but she ain't mine. Sammy, it's my job to look after you because you're my little brother…my family. But it isn't my job to look after her. She ain't my family.' Dean shouted.

Lara's heart sank and tears blurred her vision. She wasn't going to cry, damn it. She never cried. She was used to feeling unwanted. She had never been wanted by anyone. Why did it matter so much now? Maybe it was because, then she had someone but now she had no one. Her mother might have resented her existence but she had given her a home, a place to feel safe. Lara knew that now she would be placed in foster care or some god forsaken place like that.

She got up off the stairs and walked silently to her bedroom. She didn't want to die but she had no reason to live either. She couldn't go into foster care. She would rather die. She decided then that dying is what she would do. It would certainly be easier for everyone. With this renewed purpose, she marched into her room and found the one and only gift that her father had given her, a beautifully carved knife.

Ten minutes later, she was still sat on her bed clutching the knife with trembling hands. It had been easier to think about it. She knew it was hard to take one's own life. It shouldn't be but it was. She felt like a coward. Her tears were still falling. It wasn't the first time she had thought to end it all, the pain, the suffering, and the emptiness. But in the past, every time she had clutched this very knife in her hands for this purpose, there had been a voice inside her telling her that her patience will be rewarded, that she had to be strong. She hadn't doubted that voice until now.

'Lara…Lara…' Sam's voice filtered into her room. She panicked. She quickly hid her knife under her pillow and straightened up after wiping at her tears.

Sam walked into his newly-found little sister's room. He awkwardly looked around and then sat next to her on her bed. 'Erm…Dean and I think it would be best if you came to stay with us. As you know, we are hunters so we'll be on the road mostly. You don't have to worry about anything. So, just grab the things you'll need and then we'll hit the road.' He gave her a smile and got up to leave but she stopped him.

'What about school?' She asked.

Sam understood her tone for what it was. She didn't look worried at the prospect of missing school. 'I'll home-school you. I went to Stanford. You'll be fine.' He easily replied.

'What about Dean?' She inquired, hesitantly.

'What about him?' Sam asked nervously. He hoped she hadn't heard Dean. He knew that if she had then she would not be comfortable with them. And despite his own anger at her existence, he didn't want her to feel scared. The logical and rational part of him kept telling him that it wasn't her fault. She wasn't the one to blame here.

'Is he okay with me coming with you guys?' She knew he wasn't. He hated her. She was sure, he would be happy to pretend she didn't exist.

'Yeah, he's okay. You get ready now. Pack everything you'll need, okay? We'll be waiting out in the car.' Sam told her and left.

Lara grabbed hold of her knife and looked at it longingly. She sighed in defeat. Throwing it on her bed, she grabbed a few big bags and started to pack. Having finished packing after a few minutes of frenzied throwing of clothes and other things of necessity into the bags, she placed the knife in the smallest bag and zipped the bag shut. She then dragged all three bags she owned, which were now filled with her things, outside.

Sam saw Lara struggling to carry her bags out. She was just a kid, he reminded himself. He got out of the car, went up to her and took the bags out of her hands. He carried them over to the Impala and placed them in the trunk. He then motioned for her to get in the car.

As Lara got in the backseat of their awesome black car, she saw Dean's knuckles turn white on the steering wheel. She looked at his face and saw him looking ahead, with an angry expression. Lara didn't know why but she felt like crying.

Sam felt the silence and melancholy mood in the air surrounding him in the car. So, he tried to diffuse the tension by trying to argue with Dean about anything. However, after a few attempts he gave up because he realized his siblings weren't gonna talk.