My name is Jody Winchester, some people might call me bright, spunky, always smiling. The truth is, thats just a cover. I did'nt grow up in some normal apple pie life. This guy knocked my mom up 17 years ago and then left, split, pulled a Mcqueen and never looked back. I only ever remember seeing him when I was like 5, I liked him, and I even remember asking him why he couldnt stay. I acually remember crying as my mom held me, watching him drive away. I would be lying if I said I didnt still want him to come back. I don't even know what his number is, my mom said I was just better off forgetting about him. I love my mom, but we have never really had much money, and for the past year now, mom has become a complete pill head, and I could have sworn I smelled a joint in the house one day. I sigh as I went into the house after school. I'm in my senior year of high school and it wears me out. Mt grades arent what you would call terrific either, right now I think I have like 3 C's AND 2 D's. My friend Carla had given me a ride home, since moms car has about had it and wont hardly start anymore. I went inside and straight to the kitchen, where I found about a months worth of bills piled on the kitchen table. I wearily opened one up and quickly scanned it. Just as I thought, a shut off notice for the lights and the other one was for the cable. I angrily threw it down and walked into the living room calling for mom. There was no answer. My eyes fell on a piece of paper propped up agait a vase on the coffe table. It was my moms handwritng. Confused, I started to read it, dropping my backpack and purse on the floor

Jody

I'm sorry, but I had to leave. You know guy Iv been talking to on the internet? well, he said I could come live with him. I caught a bus to Miami Florida this morning. I wish you could have come sweetie, and I do love you. I just need to be on my own awhile, try to get away from my drug habit, which im sure you noticed. I know your almost 18, so you should be ok on your own. I will try to keep in touch as often as I can. Please, dont try to contact your father, hes dangerous. I'll be in touch.

Mom

My hand flew to my mouth as I finished reading. How could she! I sat slowly onto the couch and the tears started to fall. The reality finally started sinking in. I was only 17, with no Job and overdue bills. Hell I would be lucky if I made it to the end of the week without them shutting off the lights and water, and God knows what else. I missed her already, but more than anything I was pissed off. It was bad enough my dad nebver cared to stick around. She had always said he didnt care about me, but what about her? If she really loved me, why did she leave? was some strange guy she met on the internet really more important to her than me? I angrily snatched the note up and tore it into and threw the remains on the floor. Damm her! I sniffed loudly and quckly wiped the tears from my face. Crying wouldnt help, Ok, so no one cared about me, not my dad and obviously not my mom, I could deal, I did'nt need anyone. I couldnt help it though, I needed someone to talk too, I was alone and my only mother had just abandoned me. what was a girl to do? I got up and got out address book out. I looked under the W's for Winchester, but I coldnt find JOhns name. Dammit, I bet she purposely didnt put his name in there. I was about to put it away when a tiny piece of paper fell out. I took it and suddenly smiled through my tears. John Winchester 650-919-2112. Shit, it was logn distance. I got my gold silver razor out and with shaky hands dialed the number. Now that I thought about it, the bill was past die for my phone, which mom was supposed to pay 3 weeks agao. It rang 4 times and I startyed to hang up, but someone finally answered.

"Hello?" Said a deep voice that I instantly recognized. My mouth was suddenly dry and I felt more hot tears pour down my face. I cleared my throat

"Hi...Is this John Winchester?" I asked shakily.

"Yes, who is this. Listen if this is an emergency, call Dean or Sam, they can help" he said gruffily and sounding a but impatient. I frowned who was Dean and Sam?

"No...um dad this is Jody" I said I said slowly, my hand tightenig on the phone. There was a long pause on the other end. I could just imagine the look on his face

"Jody?...hi, hon how ya doing. how did you get this number?" he asked sounding like he was in shock. I ran a shaky hand through my long blonde hair and took a deep breath

"Found it in the address book. Um...look, something has happened and I was wondering...could you come here, please?" I asked desperatly. I hated sounding so needy, it usually wasnt like me at all.

"Come there?...is something wrong are you hurt? is it your mom?" he asked actually sounding worried, which suprised me. I sigh

"No No...I'm ok...I just...I need to tell you in person" I said biting my bottom lip gently. JOhn sigh on the other end

"Alright...I'm actually a state over. I should be there by tomorrow morning. I'll see you then" he said quickly and hung the phone up. I closed my phone and took a deep breath. It was only Tuesday, but Going to school tomorrow was the last thing I wanted to do. looking at my watch I realized it was past 5:30pm. My stomach grumbled, so I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Great, just freakin great, we were low on groceries. I figured there was about a weeks worth left. It was quiet in the house, I needed to keep busy otherwise I wold fall apart. I quickly made myself one of my favorite comfort foods, chicken noodle soup and sat and ate. I had only about 3 bites, when, again I was reminded that my mom had abandoned me and she wasnt ever coming back. If my dad didnt want me, what the hell was I going to do? I quickly ran to the bathroom down the hall and threw up in the tiolet. I sat there, crying for at least 20 minutes before I managed to drag myself up and change into my night clothes. I musthave fell asleep immediatly, becuase I woke in my bed, it was 8:30am. I got up, suddenly remembering my dad was coming today. after not seeing him for over 12 years, I was nervous. I got up, showered, brushed my teeth and put on my favorite gray and black long sleeve shirt that has my favorite band on it- AC/DC and my faded old pair of jeans. They actually look fairly new except for a hole on one of the knees. I braided my hair into one single semi long braid. I sprintc some of my fantasy for by britney spears on and I was ready. I heard a truck pull up outside. I gulped and peered out the window. yeah, it was the same truck all right. I ran and quickly opened the door before he cold knock. He blinked suprised and stared at me, as I did him. He has a stuble beard and he looked stressed and tired than when I last saw him. his eyes were depper hazel green than I remembered. But the dark wavy hair I remembered clearly. He smiled suddenly

"Jody...wow you look...grown up, but just like your mother, thats for sure" he said. I cringed at his comment

"Yeah...thanks I guess. come on in" I said quickly. he nodded and walked past me. I closed the door and I sat on the couch and he sat on an old stuffed armchair across from me.

"Place even looks the same...anyway, kiddo not that im not happt to see you, but why did you want me to come here. you sounded aweful over the phone" he said leaning forward clasping his hands togather. I nodded and willed myself not to cry again

"John...um...well dad. Yesterday I came home...mom had left a note" I paused and just broke down, the tears started poutring. Dammit, I tried to stop them, but I felt like I had no control over my body. John looked startled and reached across and put a hand on my knee

"What is it!...Jody talk to me" He said looking alarmed.

"Mom left dad!...she just left. This guy on the internet...she met him a few weeks ago. she left for florida. I dont think shes coming back either, she said she would be in touch...and she told me not to contact you either,,,but i HAD too. Your all I have left dad...I just didnt know what else to do" I sobbed. I took a deep breath, and manged to wipe my tears away. I felt ashamed behaving this way, I didnt want him to think I was a wimp. To my suprise, Dad got and and sat by mom. He pulled me into his arms. It was akwrad, im not going to lie, but I layed my head on his shoulder

"I cant believe her!...its ok honey just let it all out...I'm sorry I shold ahev kept in contact more. Dont think for one minute that I don't love you Jody Winchester, becuase I do" He said firmly. I pulled away from him and stood up, suddenly angry

"Then why in the hell didnt you stick around?! I just don't get it...if you love your kid, you stick around to take care of it" I yelled. Dad looked up at me sadly

"You have every right to be angry. Theres just things I cant tell you. Trust me, im trying to protect you...although now that your mothers gone...the question is where are you going to go?" John said almost to himself. I stared at him and threw my hands up in frustration

"Are you freakin kidding me?!...dad, I can come live with you" I said. Dad looked up surprised

"I wish you could...but Im always on the rode...I...dammit I guess I have to tell you the truth now...sitr down jody" He said in such a serious voice, I didnt even argue.

"Look, you might think im crazy, but I dont care,,,,you need to know this. First off...you have 2 brothers, well, half brothers. Dean and Sam" He said. My mouth dropped open and I stared at him

"What!...I do...well...you were with someone before my mom?" I asked barely awarre of what I was saying. Dad nodded slowly, and a look of sadness so strong came into his eyes, it prevented me from yelling like I wanted to

"Yes...her name was mary and she had Dean and Sam. long before you were thought of. She was killed in a fire. by something supernatural. demon actually...After she died, I spent all my time learning everything I could about supernatural things as I could. I wanted to protect Sam and Dean. You see, it was after Sam, not sure why. I raised Sam and Dean to learn to fight, how to shoot a gun...and about how to kill and vanquish ghost, demons and any other thing that might want to harm them. I want to find the thing that killded Mary that night and kill the evil sonfoabitch. Dean and Sam, there grown now and they stay on the rode, like I do, hunting and killing every evil sonofabitch they can find." Dad explained. I just stared at him, in complete shock. Part of me wanted to say he was nuts, but somehoe and dont even ask me how. but I believed him. He was looking at me expectantly. I swallowed and slowly let my breath I had been holding out.

"Ok...are you telling me these thigns...uh ghost and demons...really exist?" I asked incredulously. Dad rubbed his eyes tiredly

"Unfortunatly so. Id give anything to not have to tell you this, but your vulnerable now and I think its time I teach you how to defend yourself" He said standing up. I stood up nervosuly

"Whoa wait just a damm minute!...this is all going to fast. I wanna meet these brothers of mine, and what do you mean by teach me?' I asked crossing my arms. Dad smiled slightly

"ok, heres what were going to do...I'll stick around for the next month and teach you all I can, but I have to get back to hunting soon. I promise, just work with me for a month and you can meet Sam and Dean. They dont know about you, so there gonna be pretty pissed too" H e said drly. I glared at him

"Why didnt you tell me about them! and why didnt you tell them?" I asked angrily following him outside. we walked down the shrt steps and out onto the front lawn. He turned to me impatinetly

"I'm sorry ok...it was a mistake. Look, first off I want you to run 2 miles that way" He said pointing to the right side of the street that curved around the corner. "And then meet me back here in the yard" He said. I looked at him in disbleief and snorted a laugh

"Your kidding right...2 miles!?" I said in disbelief. Dad smiled and leaned against a tree

"Yep, Dean and Sam had to do it too...now get going" He said firmly. I groaned, but ook off at a light jog. 12 damm years and when I see him he wanted me to run 2 miles? oh hell no!. I thought angrily as I panted starting to run faster. It was going to be a long month.