Chapter One

Dean drove down the town street, he had been driving for five hours and the sky was now the color of pitch. He looked over at Samantha and smiled when he saw her leaned against the window asleep, her breath fogging up the window.

"Sammy." he gently shook her shoulder.

She gasped awake, looking around frantically then calmed down when she saw Dean. "Don't do that." she smacked his arm and leaned back in the seat.

He chuckled. "We're almost to the motel. Thought it be easier to wake you up now."

She mumbled something inaudible.

"What was that? I didn't quite catch what you said." he looked over at her.

"I said, my dad is the biggest doofus there is."

"I hope you realize that's a compliment coming from you."

She smirked and rolled her eyes. "So where's Uncle Sam?"

"Uh, he's somewhere."

"And where is that at?"

He sighed. "I honestly have no idea. He said he was working a case with Bobby but I haven't heard from either of them."

"Maybe you should call them."

"I'm driving."

"So? You've done it before."

"That was before I knew I had a kid." he smirked and looked over at her. "Safety comes first in this car."

"Oh what ever."

"Its true!"

"Dad you're such a- look out!" she shrieked as her eyes widened.

Dean looked ahead and slammed on the brakes just as a drunk driver swerved and hit the side of the impala. Samantha let out a yell but was knocked out as the driver hit her side of the car.

"Sam-" Dean tried to yell but as the car rolled his head smashed into the window and went unconscious.

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Dean slowly woke up, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. His head head throbbed and he felt nausea rush into his stomach.

"Sammy?" he groaned and looked around. He was in a sterile white hospital, the light reflecting off of the walls blinded him. He looked over and saw a button that, when pressed, alerted a nurse and sent her to the room.

He reached his arm over and pressed down on the button, wincing when he realized his wrist had broken in the collision. He looked down at his arms and saw that his left wrist was in a white splint and both of them had at least ten stitches from where glass had entered his body.

Moments later a nurse in a blue uniform walked into his room. "Can I help you Mr. Winchester?" she asked in a sweet voice.

"Where's Samantha?" he croaked.

"I'm sorry, who?"

"My daughter dammit! She was the girl in the car with me! She has brown hair, green eyes, fourteen years old."

"Sir, I- I'm sorry but your daughter died before the ambulance could arrive."

"No," he said softly at first but then got louder. "No! She's been through hell a car crash isn't going to kill her!" he yelled at the nurse as he began to pull off the tubes and wires that were connected to him.

The nurse quickly rushed over to his bedside and pressed another button, injecting him with morphine through his pick line.

"No, she, she can't be... Sammy...." His eyes grew heavy but he couldn't fight off the medication and slowly went back to being unconscious.

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Samantha moaned in her sleep, her head was wrapped in sterile bandages as were both of her arms. When she finally opened her eyes she saw she was in the middle of a large room full of torturous looking machinery. She tried to sit up but was dismayed when she felt that her wrists and ankles had been strapped down to the examining table. Her breathing became heavy as she struggled with the straps and small beads of sweat from fear formed on her upper lip.

"Those won't do you any good." a voice said from behind her. She laid her head down and saw a man in a lab coat coming towards her. "That's titanium steal, there's no way you could-"

"Where the hell is my dad?" she cut him off.

"Pardon?"

"Where the hell is my dad." she repeated through gritted teeth.

"I haven't been given the authority to disclose his location."

"Then at least tell me he's safe, that he survived the crash, please." she begged.

He sighed. "Your father is safe, but, he has been told that you died instantly in the crash."

"W - what?" she stuttered, her eyes began to fill with tears.

The man completely ignored her question and stood beside her now. "Now, let's see those wings we saw in the crash."

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." she hissed as several tears fell.

"Don't be difficult please." he said and pulled out a picture. "When the paramedics pulled you out of the wreckage they were shocked to find a pair of black wings attached to your back with bones and tendons and nerves. Now, show me the wings."

"Not until I see my dad."

This time it was his turn to be baffled. "What?"

"Don't be difficult please." she replied, mimicking him.

His face turned bright right red as he stared down at her then finally left. Samantha sighed and laid her head back on the table but then her body was wracked in sobs; Dean, the only person she cared about, thought she had died in the accident.

'He won't believe that crap, will he?' she thought to herself.

Several hours later she felt the steel cuffs open the same time the door open. She jumped down from the table and crouched down behind it as a man was being shoved in with a pillowcase over his head.

"Where is she?" he demanded, struggling against the hold of the two guards.

"Ask that one more time and you won't see her at all." one of them threatened.

They roughly shoved him into the room and tore the pillowcase off of his head, revealing Dean's face.

"Daddy!" she cried and ran over to him.

"Sammy!" he picked her up when she ran up to him. "They told me your were dead." he said through her hair.

She had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck as she cried softly into his shoulder. "They want to see my wings, that's why I'm here. Daddy why can't things just leave me alone?"

"Sh~h~h." he said and gently stroked her hair. "I'm going to get you out of here, and if I can't then Cas will."

All she could do was nod as she clung to his worn green jacket.

He sighed and set her down, cupping her face when she was on her feet. "Sammy they're not going to hurt you, not like what Crowley did to you. I talked to the guy in charge and he promised me he wouldn't let anyone harm you."

"Okay." she whispered and looked down.

"Sammy look at me." He instructed. She slowly lifted her chin and looked into his green eyes. "I love you and I swear I'm going to get you out."

"I love you too Daddy."

Before he could say anything else the pillowcase was thrown over his head and he was drug from the room. "Sammy!" he screamed as he tried to free himself from the two men.

"Daddy!" she tried to run after him but the door closed and was instantly locked. She went to go try it but someone turned it from the outside. As quietly as she could she darted back to the table and hid behind it once more. She peered around it to see a man swagger in with an eyepatch and long black leather trench coat.

"Wh- who are you?" she questioned, slowly standing up.

He smirked and in a level voice he replied, "My name is Nick Fury, and welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D."

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This part was written by scottishninja