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This story is No. 1 in the series "Anarchy". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Dean and Faith have been doing okay so far, but what will happen when Faith suddenly finds out she has a family, including a scary dad, pushy stepmom and protective older stepbrother?

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Supernatural > Faith-Centered > Pairing: Dean Winchester
Television > Sons of Anarchy
FaithWinchesterFR151220,421106937,27120 Mar 105 May 10Yes

Chapter One

Disclaimer: I don't own any recognizable characters from Supernatural, BtVS or Sons of Anarchy and no profit is intended from this work of fiction

So, this first chapter is a bit short, sort of a teaser, just to test the waters and yes, I am wanting a beta, it would be good if they knew all the fandoms involved in this fic, cause my knowledge of Sons of Anarchy is limited, since it's a whole new addiction ;) The rating is for future chapters, but depending on how long this goes and how involved I get in it, the rating may change later on... So, go, read, review! And possibly be my beta?

Her father.

Faith hadn’t thought about him in a long time. Her mother had told her he was a biker she met at a bar one night. They’d spent a wild week together before he rode off into the sunset on a big black Harley. She didn’t find out she was pregnant until two weeks later and she didn’t know how to get a hold of him. All she had was a name, Clay and someone called Sam Crow.

Sure, she’d thought about trying to find him when she was a kid, thought about him showing up and taking her away from her junkie mother and her string of endless loser boyfriends. As she’d gotten older, though, the daydream faded into nothingness, until she just didn’t think about him anymore.

“Faith?” came Giles’ voice over the phone and she jerked to attention.

“Huh? Oh, right, sorry, Giles, got a little lost there,” she said.

“Understandably so. I imagine this possibility never occurred to you. I really am sorry it happened this way, Faith, truly,” Giles said again.

“Yeah, I got it, don’t worry about it. We’re five by five. So, where did you say he is?” she asked.

“A small town called Charming, in California. Faith, really, if I had any idea-“

“Giles, enough! I said we’re cool. Just email that address to Sam’s account and I’ll have him pull it up in the morning. Thanks for calling, Giles,” she said, hanging up before he could say anything more. Her head was spinning with all the new information.

Apparently, the old Watcher’s Council had been doing a study on the lineage of Slayers and the new Council had a few overachievers that had picked up the project. They’d used the information they had, her sketchy memories of what her mother had told her and tracked down her father, then sent him a letter, asking him for more information on his family and background so that they could better understand his daughter’s calling as a Slayer. They’d received an angry phone call from a man named Clay Morrow demanding to know what and who they were talking about because he didn’t have a daughter. So, in an attempt to prove themselves, these little go getter Council members had faxed over her birth certificate and a photo of her mother. It seemed Clay had done the math and come to the conclusion that they might not be delusional after all. He’d asked to meet her and given them his address.

Running a hand through her hair distractedly, Faith stepped back inside the motel room. She’d gone outside for privacy when Giles called and now Sam and Dean both looked up from the research they’d been doing.

“Everything okay?” Dean asked, noting her paleness and the wide eyed, shocky look about her.

“Five by five. I, um- I guess I… gotta go to California,” she said, blinking a few times before her eyes focused on his face.

“What’s in California?” Sam asked.

“Um… my father.”


Sam pulled up the address from his email account and scribbled it on the motel stationary pad before they packed their things and loaded them into the Impala.

“You guys don’t have to do this,” Faith said again. “I can take a bus or something.”

“Right, like we’re just gonna stay here while you go meet your dad for the first time,” Dean said, closing the trunk of the Impala.

“Seriously, Faith, it’s fine. We want to go,” Sam said, opening the back door of the car and getting in.

Faith heaved a sigh and opened the passenger door, sliding onto the smooth leather seat and looking over at Dean, who was starting the car. The engine rumbled to life and Faith leaned her head back on the seat, staring up at the roof of the car as Dean pulled out of the motel parking lot and wondering what her father was like.


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