"Tyler Ann Singer!" my dad, Robert 'Bobby' Singer, called from the mechanic shop behind our house. "Can you come here a minute?! NOW!"

"Coming daddy!" I called back. I began walking out towards the shop. "What's up?" I asked as I opened the door. "Daddy?" I couldn't see him. "Hello? Daddy?"

"I'm here," he appeared from under an old Chevy Impala. "The owner of this Impala is going to be here around five. I need you to wash'er on up and give'er a detail before he does. Then head out to Moe's on the highway and get a pack of Bud and a bottle of Jose."

I turned to walk away when his words suddenly hit. "Uncle John's coming?!" I squealed when I realized what he was asking for. He only ever got Jose Cuervo for John Winchester, his best friend and my friend Sam's dad. "Five? I'll be back by four-thirty and then I'll wash the car. Okay?"

"Don't forget to get something for the boys at Moe's," he called after me. "I don't know what they drink so make it generic."

"Yes sir!" I called back as I jumped into my car, a 1968 Dodge Charger, and took off. I hadn't seen my Uncle John in over two years. He and Daddy had had a fight and Daddy threatened to shoot him. He'd cocked the shot gun and everything.

As I flew down the back roads on the way to Moe's Liquor and General Store I began thinking about John's sons. Sam and I had gotten along like a house on fire while Dean and I had barely even spoken to each other in all the time I'd known them. He preferred to hit on all of the girls in town and utterly ignore me and Sam until one of us threatened to call John and tell him what Dean was doing. Maybe he'd changed? Probably not but there was always a chance he had.

"Afternoon Moe," I said and walked up to give her a hug. "Daddy sent me out to get some Bud and a bottle of Jose. And I would like a bottle of Jameson and a bottle of white wine."

"Alright sweetie," she turned and grabbed all the things I had asked for. "Anything else?"

"No that'll do her," I handed her the cash. "How's everything going with you these days?"

"Can't complain," she gave me my change and the bag with the liquor. "Have a good night and send your dad out to my place next week sometime. My tractor is acting up and Travis can't fix it."

"Sure thing Moe," I waved and walked out. I'd known Moe my whole life. I'd practically grown up in her yard. She was the only grandparent I'd ever truly known since my dad's parents both died when I was a baby and my mom's parents didn't come around. Too many bad memories I guess.

By the time I had gotten home is was already four and I needed to get started on the car so it would be ready for John when he got there. I went in the house and slipped into my bikini I used for washing cars and went out to get the hose and bucket. As I started washing I turned on the radio and started singing and dancing. Before long the car was done and I was soaking wet.

"Damn girl," John Winchester called from behind me making me jump. "You need to stop growing already! You're head almost reaches my chin!"

"Uncle John!" I squealed as I ran and jumped into his waiting arms. "I missed you, you old fool!" I gave him an extra squeeze. "Look at you!" I laughed at the wet spot I'd left on his clothes. "You're grayer. And you have wrinkles!"

"Don't pick on me young'un!" he joked back. "You look so beautiful. Just like your mother."

"Thank you," I kissed his cheek. "How're the boys doing?" I tried to look nonchalant about it, asking the question as I pulled on my shorts, but I was secretly hoping they were with him. "Still raising hell?"

"Just like their old man," he grinned at me. "They just took our stuff into the house then Dean'll be out here breathing down your neck over the Impala and Sam'll be out here gawking at you. How long has it been since you've seen either of them?"

"I saw Sam three years ago at my graduation and I saw Dean a few months before that," I stepped back and really looked at John. "How are you doing these days?"

"As well as can be expected," he kissed my forehead as we walked towards the porch steps. "Just getting old and tired of this gig."

"Oh quit complaining," Bobby called from the screen door. "Tyler finish up out here then come on in and I'll cook supper."

"No you won't," I called back. "I don't want these poor boys to get food poisoning while they're here. I'll cook some steaks when I get finished. Then we'll have that apple pie I made this morning."

"Apple pie?" I heard a deep voice ask from behind Bobby but I couldn't see who it was because of the sun. "Who made apple pie?"

"I did," I called back. "Alright come out here and let me look at you two!" I pointed to a spot in front of me. "It's been too long boys." I said when they were in front of me. They had both matured so much since I'd seen them. Sam had been a lanky kid with two left feet and a body too small for his head. Now he had filled out very well. He'd finally gotten some muscle tone and he looked very good.

Dean had been stocky and a little bit of a smart ass even in the way that he looked at you. Now he looked a little more humble and he'd gone from stocky to just plain ripped. It looked like his muscles had muscles. He still had those gorgeous green eyes that set women's hearts a-flutter and that crooked smile that could make a nun melt on the spot.

Both boys had more scars on their hands and faces then I remembered but that was the price we paid in our profession. All five of us were hunters and I don't mean we hunted big game. We hunted down the things everyone's worse nightmares are made of. In the last couple months alone I had killed a wraith, gotten rid of three ghosts and killed a vampire. I had gotten part of my calf muscle literally ripped out of my leg by the teeth of the vampire. I was walking with a limp having just gotten off of crutches the week before.

"Well Dean," I said addressing him first. "You look like the same ole heart breaker you were only a little more toned. Have you been working out?"

He let out a laugh and swept me into his arms, "I missed you too, Ty. How've you been?"

"I'm fine," I kissed his cheek as he set me down. I turned towards Sam and cocked my head and took three steps back. After a few moments Sam looked worried. That's when I smiled a huge cheek cracking grin and ran at him. "Sammy!" I squealed as I jumped into his waiting arms. "I missed you!"

"How's my favorite girl? Still breaking all the hearts around here?" he asked as he spun me in a circle.

"I'm great and of course I am," I laughed as he set me back on my feet. "How's my favorite math-lete?"

"I'm great," he answered then slipped his arm over my shoulder. "But I'm not a math-lete anymore. I am just plain ole SAM."

"What ever you say SAMMY," I answered and put my arm around his waist and my other around Dean's. "What have you two walking disasters been up to?"

"Working," Dean answered. "We just got done with a case in Black Ridge, Colorado. A wendigo. It was a scary mo-fo. Nearly got us both. But in the nick of time Sammy here got me free and we burned him."

"You two are always almost killed no matter what you do," I pointed out. "Remember when Sammy got that job at the Taste-E-Freeze and nearly got killed by the soft serve machine? It took your dad and you to both get him out from under the stupid thing."

"Hey that's not fair," Sam protested. "It's not my fault some kid pushed it over on me. He was trying to play a joke and it took a turn for the worse so he took off and left me to suffocate."

"What ever you say Sasquotch," I said. "And remember when Dean almost got killed by those Girl Scouts? Over what was it? Thin Mints and Tag-A-Longs?"

"Shut up," Dean gave my butt a smack. "It's not like either of us tried to take on the entire wrestling team in high school because they were hitting on us and we thought they were pigs and couldn't stand the sight of them."

"Well I kicked their asses didn't I?" I smacked him back. "And you two got yours handed to you on a silver platter." I leaned my head against Sam's shoulder as we walked up the steps to the porch. "Anyway, how long are you here for? Do we have time to actually hang out or do you have to run off to be the dorky ghost hunters you are?"

"No we're hanging around here," Dean said smiling over at Bobby. "Unless you don't want some company other then this rag-a-muffin you call your daughter."

"Of course you should stay here for as long as you like," Bobby called from behind us. "John and I were hoping to get in a hunt or two before he runs off again."

"Daddy," I stopped and turned to look at him and John sternly. "You really think that's a good idea? Last time you and John went hunting together you cocked a shot gun to shoot him. And John you threatened to stab Daddy. You put the knife against his chest and everything. I think this is a bad idea."

"Well you and the boys don't need to worry your pretty", he looked at me, "slash abnormally large heads about this," John looked at Sam and Dean. "We're doing nothing too dangerous. It's just a ghost in Oklahoma." He continued past us up the steps and into the house. "Oh and Tyler. Love you honey."

"Love you too Uncle John," I blew him a kiss. Then I turned to Sam and Dean and took my hands off of their waists. After a moment I put my hands on my hips and looked them up and down. "Alright I guess you'll have to do."

"Do for what?" they asked together in the cute way they had.

"You didn't honestly think you were going to stay here for free did you?" I asked cocking an eyebrow. "You're going to work for your keep. And you're going to start by helping me in the garage with a couple of cars. Dean you and I will be doing the maintenance and Sammy you'll be detailing them out. There are only two so it'll only take us a couple of hours if we actually work. And no locking me in a closet this time, kay Sammy?"

"That was one time when we were ten and Dean helped," Sam retorted. "He's the one who shoved you in. I just put the chair against the door."

"Essentially locking me in," I stuck my tongue out at him as I dodged the slight shove I knew was coming my way. "Any who, we're going to a party out in the cove at ten so we have to hurry so I can get ready."

"What a princess," Sam muttered over my head to Dean. "She is still the vain little girl she was five years ago."

"Hey none of that Mr. My-Hair-Is-My-Best-Feature," I smacked Sam's arm and grinned. Dean started laughing at Sam. "Don't make me bring up the 'Hair Incident' either Dean." I smirked as he sobered up immediately.

"Hey we don't need to talk about…" Dean trailed off.

"About how you dyed it," I finished. "Does Sam know about that? Or did you not ever mention our at home make over?"

"Tyler!" Dean gave my arm a pinch.

"Oh now you have to tell me," Sam demanded. "Dean dyed his hair?"

"It was extensions," I said and grinned over at Dean. "Blonde ones and I dyed his hair to match." I dodged a smack from Dean and hid behind Sam. "Then I did his make up and made him put on a dress."

"Oh dear God," Dean covered his face. "And now I'll never hear the end of this. Well at least I didn't shave my head to look like Mr. Clean."

"I so-" Sam began but I cut him off with a look. After a moment they both stopped and looked at me intently.

"What?" I asked timidly. "Do I have something on my face?" I began wiping at my face and my nose to see if there was anything there. "Stop staring like that."

"Did you dye your hair?" Dean asked looking at it closely. "It's blonde. Way blonde, like Newport Beach princess blonde."