Title: Family Is A Sacred Bond.

Summary: "Sammy, Dean... You guys are my brothers. I love you; don't ever doubt that." After a huge fight with her father, Ashley Winchester moves away to Georgia, but when her brother Dean comes knocking with Sam in tow, she joins them to help find their father. [Starts in season 1].

Rating: T for paranoia.

Pairings: Follows the show with very (non) subtle hints of Destiel later, and maybe Ashley/Castiel.

Author's Note: Hello again! :) Just quickly, thank you to my wonderful Beta, SkittleMachine! She's brilliant!
Enjoy! :D

Love,
Kathy xoxo

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"Take me home."

The line cut off, and panic rose like bile in her throat. She swallowed, but the sick feeling didn't pass. Behind her, she could vaguely hear Dean calling her name, but worry clouded her thoughts and his voice was muffled. She hadn't had to worry about Sam or anyone else for a long time while she was hunting solo, so the worry felt foreign and new.

Dean stepped in front of her, shaking her shoulders. "Constance; she has Sam," she blurted, voice jittering. Her face lit up just a little. "Wanna steal a car?"

"Hell yes," Dean smirked, and the two of them took off down the street into a small back-street where there was an old, rusty car. "Perfect." He muttered, and smashed the window as quietly as he could. Thankfully, an alarm didn't go off as Dean opened the door. He plucked the wires out from underneath while Ashley climbed inside. Eventually, he got the car started and they drove as fast as they could down the highway, wind whipping violently through Ashley's hair.

When they reached the house, Dean's car was sitting outside it, and they could hear cries of pain – Sam's cried of pain. They exited the car hastily, pulling their guns from their pockets. They rushed round the side of the car to see Constance sitting on top of Sam, fingers pushing into his chest. Dean immediately started shooting at her, and Ashley followed suite, eyes widening slightly as Constance's face flickered between normal and monster. After a few more shots, she disappeared. Ashley sighed in relief as Sam sat up. She frowned as he started up the car. "I'm taking you home," he practically growled, and drove the car straight through the fragile wall of the house.

"Sam!" Both Dean and Ashley called out at the same time, climbing through the broken wall, jumping over the wood.

"Sam! Sam, you okay?" Dean asked frantically, going over to the passenger side of the car.

"I think..." Sam strained quietly. Ashley looked over Dean's shoulder at Sam. He seemed fine physically, but that was only from what she could see.

"Can you move?" Dean questioned, frowning.

"Yeah. Help me?" Sam grunted, holding out his hand. Dean took it, opening the door and pulling Sam out of the car. Ashley grabbed him as soon as he set foot on the ground, holding him up.

"Do me a favour and remind me to never leave you alone, okay?" She scolded him. He gave a slightly pained laugh as he tried his best not to lean on her too much. They all turned to see Constance glaring at them viciously. She sent a cabinet crashing into them, pining them to the car. The handle of one of the drawers got sent straight into Ashley's thigh and she winced in pain.

All of a sudden, water began to trickle down the staircase. Constance went over to the bottom of the stairs and started up. Ashley looked where she was looking and saw two children; a boy and a girl holding hands. "You've come home to us, mommy," they whispered simultaneously. A distraught look crossed over Constance's ghostly pale face. Suddenly, they were hugging her from behind, and Constance was screaming and flickering. In a surge of energy, Constance and her children melted into a puddle on the floor.

Ashley shoved the cabinet off her at the same time her brothers did, and it fell over with a huge crash. They walked over to the spot where Constance and her children had vanished. "So this is where she drowned her kids," Dean thought aloud.

Sam nodded. "That's why she couldn't go home," he said.

"She was too scared to face her children because of what she did," Ashley countered. Dean nodded proudly.

"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy," he said, slapping Sam on the chest. Sam laughed painfully again.

"Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you two. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freaks?!" He complained, poking Ashley in the side as they walked back over to the car.

"Hey!" Ashley gasped, pretending to be offended.

"Yeah, we saved your ass," Dean answered, leaning down to look at his car. "I'll tell you another thing; if you screwed up my car... I'll kill you." Dean threatened, sounding serious. Ashley and Sam laughed anyway.

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The Impala tore down the road, music playing quietly in the background. Ashley was in the backseat, peering over Sam's shoulder, holing a flashlight over a map. Sam was figuring out the place John had told them to go in his journal. "Okay, here's where dad went," Sam mumbled tiredly. "It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado."

Dean nodded. "Sounds charming," he commented snidely. Ashley rolled her eyes and hit him lightly on the shoulder.

"How far is it?" She asked.

"About six hundred miles," Sam replied.

"Hey, if we shag ass, we can make it by morning," Dean smiled, looking over at his younger brother and sister. Sam and Ashley shared a look, a sad one, before they turned back to Dean.

"Dean, um, I..." Sam hesitated, mouth hanging open, not knowing what to say. Dean stayed quiet for a moment, the smile completely disappearing of his face.

"You're not going," Dean muttered sadly. It was a statement. He knew Sam wasn't coming, but he did hope...

"The interview's in, like, ten hours," Sam tried to explain. Dean nodded disappointedly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Dean murmured quietly. "I'll take you both home." Ashley flicked off the flashlight, and they drove on.

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Dean pulled the Impala alongside a nice looking building, a few lights on. Ashley grabbed her bag from beside her and got out of the car. She turned around and leaned on the door next to Sam. "Hey, Dean," she said. He didn't turn to face her, just muttered 'hmm'. She smiled. "Pick me up tomorrow and I'll help you find dad." Dean looked both shocked and happy as he turned to face her.

"Really?" He spluttered, unable to believe she meant it. She nodded and he chuckled. "Okay, then. I'll see you tomorrow." She winked at him, and then leant down to kiss Sam on the cheek.

"Good luck with the interview, Sammy," she whispered to him, and then turned and ran up the steps to the building of flats. Dean and Sam watched her for a moment before driving off. Ashley pulled out her keys as she was walking through the front doors. She saw the landlord falling asleep at the desk and smiling. "Hey, Jake." She said. He opened his eyes and smiled at her.

"Ashley, hi. You didn't come home yesterday," he said frowning. She shrugged, tilting her head.

"I was with my brothers," she told him, and he nodded, closing his eyes again. Jake was a nice man in his forties with a beautiful wife and two gorgeous children. He often helped Ashley carry Gemma upstairs whenever she brought her home drunk. He wasn't one of those men who tried to get in your pants, he was a regular church goer and just generally a kind man.

She continued on and jogged up the stairs to her door, slotting the keys in the lock and entering the three bedroom flat. She flicked on the light and screamed when Gemma sprung out kitchen, charging at her, and throwing her arms around Ashley. "Oh, I thought you were dead!" Gemma exclaimed as Ashley hugged her back.

"I'm fine," Ashley reassured her, patting her back. "Took care of it." Gemma pulled back.

"So, what's happening now? Your dad's missing." She stated, eyebrows knitting together. Ashley sighed, looking down at her hands.

"I'm gonna take off with Dean tomorrow and help him find dad," she informed her best friend. Gemma opened her mouth to say something, but Ashley cut her off. "Before you say anything, I'll call you every day, okay?" Gemma didn't look too pleased, but nodded and turned, walking back down the small hallway to her bedroom.

Ashley took a deep breath and followed Gemma, but stopped a door before her friends. She opened her bedroom door and was about to scream when a hand was clamped over her mouth tightly and pushed her against the wall. The person reached over and flicked on the light. She squinted at the sudden burst of brightness.

Brown eyes, blonde hair, pale complexion, and rock-star-like clothes stood in front of her. She shoved him off and hit him hard on the shoulder. "Jamie!" She hissed through clenched teeth. "What the hell?!" He chuckled, deep and husky, before scooping her up in a hug that she couldn't help but return.

When they pulled back, he was still smiling and she began to smile too. "So, listen, I need you to come with me. It's just for a week, but I got a demon on my ass and she is one bad bitch." He explained, looking at her with his puppy eyes. She immediately felt sympathy for him, and sighed.

"Fine. Damn you and your frigging puppy eyes," she muttered angrily, opening her drawers and chucking some of her clothes and underwear into the bag on her bed. "Okay, let's go." She grabbed her phone and sent a quick message to Dean.

Friend in trouble. A week needed at the most. Sorry.

She hit send and quickly scribbled a note to Gemma. Leaving the apartment with Jamie, she tried to be as quiet as she could. They crept past a sleeping Jake and got into Jamie's '56 Mustang. "Why have you got a demon on your ass?"She asked as he began to drive off.

He shrugged. "Tried to send her back to hell. Didn't work, now she's after me." He told her, flicking on the music.

"Metallica? Really? I swear you are my brother's doppelganger," she mused to herself. He laughed, turning up the song. A feeling was niggling at the back of her mind; guilt, because she promised Dean she would go with him, but now she was running off with Jamie. Why did she always do this? It was so rushed, but he was in danger, and he was her best friend, so she should help him, right?

God, she was so confused.

"You okay?" He asked her, waving his hand in front of her face. She took a deep breath, resting her head of the back of the seat.

She shook her head. "No."

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Author's Note #2: That was quick :D I'm quite proud of myself ;) Hope you enjoyed it! And, if you like Jamie, I promise I won't kill him... maybe.

Love you all!

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