PROLOGUE

John, Dean and Sam Winchester walked into a diner in Buffalo New York for a late lunch. Sam and Dean sit on one side as John sat across from them. The waitress brought them coffee and took their order. There was a table of teenage girls across the room giggling.

John looked over and noticed the girls wearing school uniforms.

"Dean, what was the name of that girl you dated for awhile when we lived here? You know the one who went to that stuck up private school," John enquired.

"Juliet Crawford," Dean answered, "I'll never forget her. She was the longest relationship in high school I ever had."

"That's because here in Buffalo is the longest we ever stayed anywhere," Sam retorted.

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam and looked back over at his father.

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's the girls over there at that table. If memory serves me correctly they are wearing the same color uniform as Juliet did."

Dean looked over casually and noticed five teenage girls wearing school uniforms. He looked back over smiling at John.

"What are you smirking at?" John asked with a huff.

"You dirty old man," Dean teased.

"What?"

"What? Those girls over there are very pretty. You only looked at them and noticed the uniform, really?"

"They couldn't be more than 15 or 16. You're the one who said they were pretty, you are the dirty old man," John bantered back.

"You're both dirty old men," said Sam.

Both John and Dean were about to defend themselves when the waitress returned with their orders. They soon began to eat their lunch and forgot about who was more perverted than whom.

One of the school girls was fussing with her hair. She quickly sighed in frustration and told her friends she was going to the bathroom to fix the clips in her hair. She grabbed her messenger bag and walked around and passed the Winchesters. She could only see John from her direction and smiled at him simply as a friendly jester due to accidental eye contact. He smiled back out of courtesy. She was a very pretty girl. She stood about 5'4, athletically built but curvy; ivory skin from her mother's Irish side, big, almond shaped hazel colored eyes, long, loosely wavy, chocolate brown hair, full plump lips and a perfect nose with a kiss of freckles upon it, also as her mother.

"Did you just smile at that girl?" Dean asked.

"What? She smiled at me first. I didn't want to be rude."

Sam and Dean looked at each other then started laughing at their father. Close to five minutes later the girl walked out of the bathroom satisfied with her hair once again. This time she could see Dean and Sam as she passed. They both looked at her and smiled. They also looked at her as if they knew her. She looked at Dean the same way. She passed them then turned around with a look of shock on her face. She sat down next to John as if she knew them.

"Umm, and hello to you," said Dean.

She looked at Dean, then Sam and John.

"I'm sorry; I swear I'm not some psycho. You just look…wow, I had this vision but I chalked it up to just extreme wishful thinking."

"I'm sorry, a vision?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, it started after my mom died."

"I'm sorry," said Dean still looking at her with the utmost curiosity.

"Oh, it's okay, it happened like six years ago, but thanks."

"Not to be really rude but can we help you with something?" Sam asked.

The girl looked at Sam then at Dean. She closed her eyes for a moment and made a quick wish. She opened them and took a deep breath.

"I know you may think I'm crazy; but, your name wouldn't happen to be Dean Winchester would it? It's just you look so much like the guy in my mom's photo; but you know, old."

"I'm 31, I'm not old."

"Humm, okay, if you say so."

Sam just started laughing.

"Anyway, what photo?" Dean asked slightly annoyed for being betrayed as old.

John just sat and observed everything about the girl; always, suspicious of any stranger being a possible demon or monster of some kind. The girl pulled out what looked like a diary.

"By the way, I'm Sam and this is our father, John."

She looked up after she unsnapped the diary.

She smiled, "Oh, I'm sorry, hi, I'm Piper."

She pulled out a photo of Dean and her mother.

"This is you right?" She asked as she handed Dean the photo.

Sam eyed it as his brother took it.

"Hey, that's Juliet," said Sam.

"Juliet. Yes, she was my mother."

"And your father is?" John asked as he saw all the pieces coming together.

Piper cleared her throat and opened the diary up to a specific page and showed it to John so he could read it.

"Well, according to my mother's diary, my biological father is Dean."

Dean started to choke on the sip of coffee he just drank. Sam hit him on the back a few times. It took him a moment to find composure. John read a few pages and found a few other photos of Dean and Juliet as well. He handed the diary to Dean.

"Well son, according to these entries, Juliet found out she was pregnant about two weeks after we moved. She tried to find you but your number was disconnected," John paused and looked at Piper, "I'm afraid that was my fault. I disconnected his number on purpose. He couldn't get Juliet off his mind, he couldn't concentrate. We needed him to focus."

Piper looked at John then over at Dean who was reading the diary. She was about to say something when one of her friends came over.

"Piper, we need to go or we are going to be late."

"Ciena, look who it is?"

Piper stated as she pointed slightly towards Dean. Ciena looked over then with mouth wide opened sat down next to Piper; which forced John to scoot down even further.

"Oh my God, no way, are you really Dean?"

"Umm yes, apparently everyone knows I have a daughter but me."

"I'm sorry Dean. Ciena has been my best friend since kindergarten. We tell each other everything. The only other person that knows is my uncle Garrett."

"Garrett? Oh, yeah, your mom's older brother. I remember him, yeah; he never liked me very much."

Piper looked at Dean, Sam, John and then Ciena.

"I really don't want to go but it's the championship," Piper stated disappointedly.

"What sport do you play?" John asked still cautious of the girl.

"Fencing," Ciena answered for her, "she's the best!" Her friend said proudly.

"Fencing, wow, sword fighting," said Sam.

"She's great at archery too," Ciena added.

"Ciena! Stop, it's not that big of a deal."

"You're too modest," said Ciena before she looked at Dean," she's great at practically everything she tries."

"Practically everything?" Sam asked.

Ciena laughed, "Mmm ya, don't ask her to sew a button or cook anything, trust me."

Piper began to laugh as she playfully shoved her friend gently. She got up to go and looked at Dean, Sam and John.

"Is there any way you can come over tonight so we can talk more? I know this is all really sudden and crazy; and it's probably more so to you than me, you know because I had the vision and all. It's just that I have been dreaming about meeting you for such a long time. I have so many questions and…."

John put a hand on Pipers shoulder to help her take a deep breath and she did.

"Thanks, I tend to ramble on when I'm nervous," she smiled with a slight blush.

Dean looked at her then John and Sam. They both gave him a nod.

"Yes, we can come over later," he smiled.

"Great!"

Piper found a piece of paper and wrote her address on it then exchanged it for the diary Dean was still holding.

"Well, umm, it was great meeting all of you and I guess I'll see you later…I hope"

"You will, I promise," said Dean.

"Good luck today," Sam added.

"Thank you," she smiled and began to walk away with her friend Ciena.

Piper went as far as leaving the restaurant but moments later ran back in and gave John, Sam and Dean a big hug.

"Sorry, I just had to do that just in case something happened and I never got the chance again."

She didn't wait for any of them to respond, she smiled and ran back out the door and headed off with her friends. Dean sat there for a moment, dumbfounded. John sat there with a smile on his face then let out a tiny chuckle.

"What's so funny," asked Sam.

"Piper, I just realized how much she reminded me of your mother. She too rambled when she was really nervous; but most of all it was the hug. Your mother never left anywhere without giving a big hug first either. She always said…you never know."