disclaimer: Not mine. They belong to Whedon and Kripke.
*~*~* I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch ever, and she'll never have eggs, or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why.
Voices. Voices echoing in her head. She couldn't decide if they were real or not.
Anya sat up in her bed gasping for air. Her hands felt her collar and neck and side frantically checking for a wound that she didn't recall getting really. Evil dreams of death. She was tired of them. Something had sliced her up. Hadn't it? From her neck diagonally down her middle. Hadn't it? She'd died... saving the world? No, no, that couldn't be right.
Sometimes she felt like her life now with her mother and Jo was a dream, and she'd wake up one day. Like there was some other life she was supposed to be living. Or had lived.
She was all sweaty. She'd been having nightmares. Again. Jo had taken off... again. All Jo ever did with their mother was fight lately, so her older sister had hit the road again. Just like she had a few months ago when their mother had told Jo that John, their actual father, had been responsible for the death of the man Jo had thought was her father. Jo and their mother fought constantly about that. About their father. John.
John Winchester. That was odd to Anya. To finally know his name. It was strange. If she had been in Jo's place she might have never noticed that her blood type was impossible given who she thought her parents were. Anya would not have noticed, no, but Jo was meticulous about certain things. She was especially meticulous about any little facts concerning the man she thought had been her father. Jo held on to the memory of the man she'd thought her father so hard that it had damn near broken her to not only learn John, the man who was the father of the infamous Dean, had been responsible for his death, but that John was her father. That Jo'd had a serious infatuation with her half-brother. Anya supposed that'd mess her head up a little too. She supposed she might take off as well.
All Anya knew about John Winchester now was that he was dead. He'd been a hunter. He had two sons, one Dean, one Sam, and he'd been married to a woman named Mary that had been killed by a demon. Also, the words 'son of a bitch' were often associated with John. Not exactly the most well-liked man ever. Respected yes, but liked? No. Most people seemed to have or have had some sort of beef with Anya's and Jo's biological father at some point.
Anya pushed some sweaty brown hair back from her face. She was going a bit stir-crazy. Her mother wouldn't let her go anywhere. And unless it was a bit busy in the place, her mother tended to watch Anya like a hawk. Like if she didn't do so, Anya might set fire to the bar. She was in the Roadhouse being home schooled. By Ash. ASH! It was ever-so annoying. But she was nearly eighteen. She'd graduate in a few months. Her mother wanted her to go to school… as Jo had not. As Jo had refused to. Anya wasn't so sure what she wanted. She hadn't figured that out yet. Time was running out for her on that front though. She just had to decide what she wanted.
Beyond wanting to meet her half-brothers. Those two she was very curious about. Especially in light of what Jo had let slip of Dean. A crush on your half-brother. Icky. Their mother had said she never said anything on it because she knew that Dean wasn't serious. Had he been, she would have killed all that noise real quick. Anya would hope so. Anya would hope she would have had some sort of weird intuition going on that would have clued her into the fact that she was related to Dean had she been in Jo's place.
She slipped out of bed and pulled on her jeans before pulling her hair into a ponytail. Time to face the day. Well, late afternoon anyhow.
Anya was sitting at the edge of the bar reading something on her laptop and doing a bit of homework. She tucked some stray hair behind one of her ears. She looked up when the door to the Roadhouse opened yet again. Her mother glared at her. Anya went back to her work. The place was busy tonight. Lots of hunters. The noise might have bothered anyone else, but it always made Anya concentrate harder. She could study at on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange if she had to.
"Well, lookee what the cat dragged in." Ash muttered.
"Ash." One of the guys said while the other just gave Ash an acknowledging nod as they both sat at the bar on Ash's other side.
"Sam. Dean." Ash said.
And that had Anya undivided attention. She leaned around Ash to stare with wide eyes.
"I have a booger or something?" The shorter one asked in a slightly snarky tone.
"What? No. Gross. Like I'd stare like that for a booger."
The slightly taller, more brunette, and definitely shaggier of hair of the two of them snorted with a bit of laughter and grinned at her. "Aren't you a little young to be in here?"
She glared at him, letting him know what she thought of the age remark. "Which one are you?"
"Dean or Sam?" She glared and looked from one to the other, studying. "No wait. I'm betting Sam." She looked at the booger guy. "That'd make you Dean. Yeah, you look like her type if not for… well… other things. It just figures."
"It just figures, does it? Huh. And who are you?" Dean asked.
Suddenly Ellen was right there. "Don't you DARE just blurt that out like you tend to do with things."
Dean jumped. "Ellen. Hi."
"I think they ought to know. I think there's been enough secrets. Who knows, maybe they'll run off like Jo did when they find out too." Anya snapped rather nastily.
Sam looked from Anya to Ellen with worried eyes.
"She thinks we ought to know what exactly, Ellen?" Dean asked in a wary tone.
Ellen looked at Ash. "Hold down the fort a minute?"
"You, you, and you." Ellen said to Dean, Sam, and Anya respectively. "Come into the store room in the back please. And you…" She glared at Anya. "Had better behave and let me do most of the talking." She looked back at Ash then. "Don't start any fights."
Ellen pinned him with a look that clearly said 'yes, you'. Anya grinned at him and winked. Ash winked back.
Dean was leaned against some of the store shelves. Sam was pacing. Anya hopped up on one of the empty counter tops.
"There's something familiar about you." Dean said to her.
"There should be."
"Enough." Ellen said with a glare in Anya's direction. "What'd I say?"
"Sorry." Anya said in a tone that suggested she was anything but.
"Ellen, what's going on?" Sam asked. "No offense, and I know I don't spend that much time around you, but you're acting a little weird."
"This is Anya. My daughter."
"Hey." Dean grinned. "I didn't know you had another daughter. Cool. Nice to meet you, Anya. I'm Dean Winchester." He looked at Ellen. "What's this got to do with us though?"
Anya jumped in, anxious to tell them. "I'm your-"
She held up her hands in surrender to her mother.
"Boys, you got to understand something. It wasn't supposed to be like this, and your father went and got himself killed. He was supposed to tell you both. We'd decided. It would be him. He was going to. We were going to. I was gonna tell Ahn when she was eighteen. John was gonna tell you boys then too."
Sam's eyes narrowed.
"Tell us what?" Dean snapped, obviously not liking the turn the conversation had taken.
Ellen sighed. "Anya's my daughter… and your father's. She's John's too. She's your half-sister."
Dean was no longer lounging. He was standing straight with his hands fisted at his sides. "Excuse me?"
Sam was blinking in surprise. "Wh-what?"
"And Jo's your half-sister too." Anya blurted out before Ellen could stop her.
Dean lost a bit of color. "Huh?"
"It's ok. She didn't know when she was all hitting on you and stuff. She's not a sicko pervert girl or anything. You're just sorta her type."
"Oh that makes me feel so much better!" Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and started muttering to himself. "My sister. My sister was flirting with me and I was flirting right on back. Son of a bitch."
"Ellen, why didn't you tell us this?" Sam asked.
"She's not eighteen yet." Ellen sighed. "We were waiting."
"And after dad died... after you knew that... why?"
"Ah hell, Sam, I don't know. I wish I had an answer for you. I wish I had answers for half the things I did or didn't do in my life. I just... don't. I'm sorry."
"And where's Anya been all this time?" Sam continued questioning. "Why is this the first time we've seen her?"
Anya chimed in. "Sucky private school, but I burned down the gym, so they expelled me."
Dean looked at her with wide eyes.
"It was full of vampires, but try explaining that without saying it was full of evil vampires. They don't like it when you burn things down at the school."
Dean pointed to the bar. "I'm just gonna go get a drink."
Sam nodded, looking pensive. "I think I'll join you."
Both men shuffled out of the back room like they were weighted down physically and not just mentally and emotionally.
Ellen glared at Anya.
"What'd I say?"
"You know very well what you said, little miss."
"You are always just saying things and not thinking about it, Ahn. Sometimes I don't even know where your head is. You don't get that from me, and you sure as hell don't get that from John. He was the master of not saying a damned thing. he didn't speak up even when he needed to much less when it wasn't really necessary."
"But I just wanted-"
"I think I know what you wanted, and I think you got it. Go to your room. Now."
"I said now."
Anya sighed loudly and headed for her bedroom. At least she didn't have to worry about her homework for the rest of the night.
Unless Ash brought it to her. Which would be so like him.
An: Yes, there will soon be a fic with Sam and Dean's reactions to all of this.