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"How's the car coming along?" Sam asked curiously.
Dean continued to work on the car and mumbled "slow" from beneath the body.

"Yeah?...Need any help?,"

"What you under a hood? I'll pass," Dean shot back sarcastically.

"Need anything else then?" Sam said kicking a rock with the tip of his shoe.

"Stop it Sam,"

"Stop what?" He replied confused.

"Stop asking if I need anything, Stop asking if I'm okay, I'm okay...Really, I promise," Dean said walking back to the work bench to grab some other tools.

"Alright Dean, it's just...We've been at Bobby's for over a week now and you haven't bought up dad once," Sam looked at Dean carefully, Dean turned around with a defeated expression.

"You know what, your right," he paused "Come here...I'm guna lay my head gently on your shoulder, maybe we can cry and hug...maybe even slow dance," Dean sarcastically finished picking up his last tool and walking back to the car.

"Don't patronize me Dean, Dad is dead! The colt is gone and it seems pretty damn likely that the demon is behind all of this and your acting like nothing happened," Sam yelled at Dean.

"What do you want me to say," Dean turned angrily to Sam.

"Say something, hell say anything, aren't you angry? don't you want revenge? But all you do is sit out here all day buried underneath this damn car," Sam shot back.

"Revenge huh?" Dean questioned

"Yeah!"

"Sounds good, you got any leads on where the demon is? making heads or tails of any of dads research? Cause I sure as hell aint, Do you know when we do finally find it...Oh no wait like you said, The colts gone! but I'm sure you've figured out another way to kill it?...We got nothing Sam okay? Nothing...So the only thing I can do, is I can work on the car," Dean finished angrily.

"Well we got something alright, it's what I came by here to tell you, it's one of dads old phones, took me a while but I cracked his voicemail code, listen to this," Sam offered to his brother, who looked at him for a moment and then stood grabbing the phone and holding it to his ear.

"John its Ellen...again, look don't be stubborn you know I can help you, Call me," Dean looked at him with a "And?" look and handed back the phone to his brother.

"That message is 4 months old,"

"Dad saved that chicks message for four months?" Dean looked surprised.

"Yeah..."

"Who's Ellen? Any mention of her in dads journal?"

"No...But I ran a trace on the cellphone number and I did get an address," Dean nodded in understanding.

"Ask Bobby if we can use one of his car's?"

They pulled up out of the old road house, it was deserted from what looked it.

"This is humiliation, I feel like a freaking soccer mom,"

"It's the only car Bobby had running,"

They had a look around and called out around the front but nothing, Sam quickly chucked the lock picking kit to Dean who only had to work on the door for a minute before it slid easily open.

They looked around the deserted bar, scoping the place out.

"Hey buddy?" Sam called to a drunk passed out on the pool table.
They walked up to him.

"I'm guessing that isn't Ellen," Sam said stating the obvious.

"Yeah,"

Sam saw a side door and decided to see what was out the back while Dean had a look around the front area of the bar, a second later he felt a shotgun barrel tap his back.

He froze.

"oh god please let that be a rifle," he mocked.

"No I'm just real happy to see you," the Blonde holding the gun shot back sarcastically.

"Don't move,"

"Not moving copy that," dean said hands raised at his side in defeat.

"you know you should know something miss, when you put a rifle against someone's back you shouldn't put it right against their back, it makes it real easy...to do that,"
Dean swung around and pulled the riffle out of her hands quickly, emptying the casing from the barrel onto the floor, he didn't have much time to regain before a fist came flying at his face, he grabbed his face in pain calling out to Sam.

"Sam I need some help in here! can't see...can't even see," Dean whined to himself.

"Sorry dean...uh I'm ah a little tied up," Sam said retreating from the door he'd ventured through earlier, hands behind his head with a older looking woman holding a pistol to his back.

"Sam?...Dean?...Winchester?"

"Yeah?" the both answered in unison.

"Son of a bitch,"

"Mom you know these guys?" The blonde still holding a rifle to Deans back asked.

"Yeah I think these are John Winchesters boys," She said smiling and lowered her gun.

"Hey I'm Ellen, this is my daughter Jo" She said laughing.

"Hey," The blonde said quietly.

"You're not gunna hit me again are you," Dean said half joking half serious.
Once sat down at the bar and relaxed Ellen handed Dean a cloth with ice in it for his nose and they began the conversation.

"You called our dad and said you could help...Help with what?" Dean asked.

"Well, The demon of course...I heard he was closing in on it"

"Was there an article in the demons hunters quarterly I missed, I mean who are you? how do you know about all of this?" Dean said sarcastically.

"Hey I just run a saloon...but hunters have been known to pass through now and again, including your daddy a long time ago, John was like family once,"

"Oh yeah, how come he's never mentioned you before?" Dean asked skeptically.

"You'd have to ask him that," Ellen said flatly.

"So why exactly do we need your help?"

"Hey don't do me any favors, look if you don't want my help? that's fine, don't let the door smack your ass on the way out but John wouldn't have sent you if..." Ellen paused realization hitting her.

"He didn't send you," It wasn't a question "He's alright isn't he?"

"No...no he isn't," Sam said his voice choking up a little "It was the demon we think...um just got him before he got it I guess..."

"I'm so sorry,"

"Really we're alright," Dean replied.

"Really, I know how close you were with him," Ellen said sympathetically.

"Really lady, I'm fine," Dean snapped, Ellen just watched him.

"So look, if you could help...We could use all the help we could get," Sam said quietly, receiving a glare from Dean.

"Well we can't...But Ash will," Ellen said looking from her daughter to the pool table.

"Who's ash," Sam asked.

"Ash?" Ellen yelled out at the pool table, the drunk woke up rolling around the pool table and yelled a "What?" back.

"Call-in time?" He asked them, Sam turned to Jo.

"That's Ash?"

"Mmm, he's a genius," she answered.

They set up at the bar and Dean and Sam put their dads folder of work in front of him.

"You gotta be kidding me, this guys no genius he's a Lenard skinner roadie," Dean said suddenly amused.

"I like you," Ash said looking at Dean.

"Thanks," Dean shot back with cockiness.

"Just give him a chance," Jo said from behind the bar.

"Alright..." Dean said slowly taking a seat "This stuffs about a year's work of our dads stuff, let's see what you make of it?" Dean said smiling triumphantly, Ash just smiled and pulled all the documents out quickly sorting through the papers.

"Come on...This crap aint real, ain't nobody can track a demon like this," Ash stated.

"Our dad could," Sam spoke up, Ash just looked at him.

"These are nonparametric statistical overviews, prospect rum correlations, I mean damn!" he held up a map "Their signs...Omens, ahh if you can track them you can track this demon, you know like crop failures, electrical storms...ever been struck by lightning? it ain't fun"

"Can you track it or not?" Sam asked.

"Yeah...with this I think so," He said studying a piece of paper carefully "But its guna take time...ah give me...51 hours," He said concentrating.
Sam and Dean say at the bar looking shocked as Ash packed up the papers and started to the door across the room.

"Hey man," Dean called " By the way...I uh, dig the haircut," He finished with a smirk.

"All business up front, Party in the back," Ash said sweeping his hair with his fingers then shrugged walking through the door.
Dean and Sam just sat there not knowing whether to laugh or be horrified.

Dean watched Jo slowly walk from behind the bar out to the tables, the whole time Deans eyes never leaving her tight jeaned waist as it swung temptingly, he didn't get time to make his way over to her however when someone came barreling through the front door of the bar.

"Mom I'm home," A teenage girl called as she stepped over the doorstep, pulling earphones out of her ear.
Dean and Sam both took in her appearance, She was wearing a green, white and black plaid pleated skirt that came to a couple of inches above her knees, with a black blazer with some sort of crest on the breast pocket, a white button up shirt and black tie completed with knee high socks and black little flats with bows, what caught both of them however was her face.

She had perfect olive skin with a little sprinkle of freckles across her nose and cheeks and perfect features to match, rosy colored cheeks paired with plump peach colored lips that were pulled to one side in a smirk, the thing that shocked both of them were her eyes, they looked so familiar, they were a grassy green that held a mischievous twinkle as much as her lips, with black curled hair that cascaded down her back to just above her hip in perfect curls...She was gorgeous hell he would tap that, if she wasn't jail bait, Dean thought with a smirk.

She walked behind the bar and gave Ellen a hug before dropping her school bag just behind the bar.
"Mom?" Dean questioned looking at Ellen, Ellen smiled, but it was strained, for a brief moment they saw a hint of panic but couldn't be sure because it was gone as quick as it appeared.

"This is my youngest daughter, Jo's sister, Ivy-Addison," Finished squeezing her shoulders as the young girl looked at the boys curiously.

"Addie this is Dean and Sam...Winchester, Johns boys, remember John used to visit a lot when you were younger," She looked down at her young daughter skeptically, her daughters eyes grew huge for a minute but after she saw her mom staring at her weirdly she quickly returned her face to normal, trying not to give anything away.

"Ahh yeah I remember uncle John, he used to bring me a key ring from every place he visited cause he knew I was collecting them," She smiled up at the boys as she remembered he favorite uncle.

"Oh and nice to meet you," She said politely back, studying both of them for a little too long.
The boys looked at each other oddly, Their father had never liked children, hell he had had enough time putting up with the two of them but now they hear that he actually took a liking to someone who wasn't his, Why had their father taken such a liking to this girl but never once mentioned her to the boys? and the fact she spoke of him as "Uncle John" what was up with that?

"Well the boys need our help with something, so Ash is guna help them," Ellen said watching her daughter carefully, while she continued stacking glasses from the bar.

"Stuff like "Hunting" stuff?" she questioned, walking over to the mini fridge and pulling out a can of coke before pausing she looked up at her mom.

"Why didn't Uncle John come then?" She asked curiously, the boys could see Ellen pause and suck in a breath before slowly explaining to her daughter what had happened to John.

"Uncle John died?" The girl looked sullen and it almost looked like she was about to say something but instead she closed her mouth slowly before looking down at her coke.

"I'm sorry honey, I know how close you were with him," Ellen said sadly, her daughter just kept playing with the metal tab on the can.

"Yeah...ah...I'm ah...I'm just guna go do some homework," She said quietly before dumping the half full can of coke on the counter, picking up her bag and stalking off quickly through the back door of the bar.

Dean and Sam turned to Ellen, a million questions on their mind.

"Uncle John?" Dean questioned first, Ellen threw the cloth she'd been using on the bench and turned back to the boys, she sighed.

"As hard as it is to believe your daddy used to be, as I said, like family once, Addie took to him quickly when she first met him and he pretty much adored her, hell everyone adored her and no one could say no to her when she used the big eyes and that little pout on everyone, So naturally, your dad fell for her little charm to," She smiled away in a memory before blinking and looking at the boys again "he saw her as one of his own, he'd always stop by and would make sure he was around to see Addie and give her the little key chains he collected every time he came by, He soon became her favorite for this" she said laughing then slowly stopping her face hardening a little.

"And then?" Sam asked.

"And then, your daddy and My husband had ah...had ahh falling out and he never really stopped by after that, of course Addie was heartbroken that her uncle john didn't come and visit her anymore but eventually we all got over it and life went on,"

"A falling out?" Dean questioned.

"It's not really my place to say," Ellen said a little to flatly, picking up the cloth again and wiping down the benches further, Dean and Sam both took that as a dismissal of the conversation.

"So boys 51 hours, I have plenty of space out back, 2 beds in a nice room?" She questioned still focusing on the benches.

"Ahh yeah sure, thanks that sounds great," Sam said quickly, getting a sour look from Dean before shooting him back a quick "I have a plan" look.

Half an hour later and the boys had unloaded their duffle bags from the car and into the spare room that Ellen had offered.
Dean finally sat down on the bed and looked at Sam.

"What the hell man?" He questioned annoyed.

"Look Dean, I have a feeling Ellen's not telling us something, I thought maybe if we stuck around we could figure out what it was? Maybe...talk to Addison?" He said sitting stretching out on the bed on the opposite side of the room.

"Curiosity killed the cat Sammy," Dean said giving Sam a stern look before sighing and wiping his face with his hand as he thought quietly.

"But your right, there's something she isn't telling us, but do you really think the kid of all people would know anything? why would she know anything?" He said as he looked through his duffle bag before pulling out the journal.

"I just think it's a little weird that Dad and these people were so close, yet we've never heard of them before?" He finished flipping through their dads journal.

"It's no use Dean, I already scoured that thing for Ellen and Everything..." he paused for a second, a look of an idea forming on his face "But..." he sat up on the bed and crossed the room quickly taking the journal from Dean's hands, to which he protested for a second before Sam held up a finger at him.

"But what?" Dean said annoyed, before laying down on his bed in defeat crossing his arms over his face and closing his eyes for a minute.

"But, if Addison was such a favorite to dad, there might be something in here," He said eyes trained to the page scanning them carefully, Dean just grumbled a reply.
Fifteen minutes later and Sam smacked a sleeping Dean on the leg causing him to jump.

"Seriously Sam? cant I have like 15 minutes of sleep?" He grunted, rubbing his stubble on his chin before sitting up.

"Check this out," Sam said ignoring the grumbling Dean beside him before reading out something he had found in their dads journal.

"One entry. April 27th, 1994. 3 letters. IAH" Sam Said looking up at Dean pleased with his find.

"And?" Dean said giving him a so what look.

"And Dean, what do you think those 3 letters stand for?" Sam asked patiently, realization finally dawning on Dean.

"Ivy-Addison Harvell," Sam said answering the question in Deans head.

"But what has this kid got to do with dad? and why is her name in the journal but not Ellen's?" Sam shrugged quickly throwing the journal back in his duffel.

"I dunno man, there's only one way to find out," He said standing and heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked lying back.

"I'm going to talk to Addison,"

Sam walked out the back door of the road house, the same way the girl had gone through when she had just up and left through the bar, He quickly spotted her sitting under a huge tree on a swing attached to one of the colossal braches.

He watched as she kicked at the dirt with her shoe while she halfheartedly swung on the swing, every now and then sniffling and wiping at her face.
She became aware of his presence quickly and tried to hide her face as he came and sat down quietly beside her on the other swing, not forcing a conversation on her, just sitting in silence, becoming curious by how upset this girl was that their dad had died, a man the girl probably hadn't seen in years.

"Are you okay," He asked slowly and quietly watching as she turned her face to him and nodded slowly.

"So you and dad used to be close?" He questioned sympathetically, She nodded again, by this stage Sam was sure all he was going to get was a nod or shake of the head.

"So...ah how old were you when you first met my dad?" Sam said cautiously.

"I was 2, I think," She finally spoke up unable to avoid his questions with a nod or shake of her head.

"He was around for a long time huh?"

"Yeah, until I was about 10," She said kicking the dirt with her shoe again and sniffling a little.

"Sorry," He looked at her sadness laced his eyes.

"Don't you think it should be the other way around?" She said curiously staring him right in the eye, he wavered for a second, the intensity of her green eyes throwing him off.

"Maybe, but you were close with him to, so your feeling his loss to I guess," He said leaning down and picking a little pebble up off the ground before throwing it towards a can on the old rickety fence, they sat in silence for a little while before she spoke up.

"He taught me how to ride a motor bike ya know, dad was gone for about 2 months and I was upset and missing him, so uncle John found an old little motor bike out the back and fixed it for me, then taught me how to ride it to try and cheer me up," She smiled remembering the memory "God did mum freak, especially when I fell off and broke my arm," she laughed Sam joined in smiling sadly at the girl, she had felt his loss as much as the boys.

"Uncle John really coped that one from mom, Dad thought it was hilarious though, couldn't wait to ride it with me when he got back and I got my cast off" She smiled sadly looking back at the ground.

"I wonder why he never brought you guys with him when he came through on a hunt?" She looked up at him as if it was a question he could answer.

"Your guess is as good as mine," He shrugged.

"Was he in pain?" Her question caught him off guard and he stammered for a moment.

"ahh...ahh...no, no I don't think he was," Sam quickly lied, the corners of his eyes stinging.

"I like you better than your brother, your sweeter," She looked up at him, he laughed at this, creasing his forehead in tension as he waited for the stinging in his eyes to die down.

"So I've been told," He smiled sweetly at her, he looked over at the stump of the big tree at her school bag, seeing books sticking out, a Graphics book, an Art book, a History book and a Chemistry book.

"Quite the geek are we?" He teased as she followed his line of sight to the book bag.

"Ah not quite, Mom wants me to amount to something, not many in the harvell family do anything other than carry on the legacy of hunting, she wants at least one of us to get a degree and amount to something, that hope died with Jo so it landed on my head," She said miserably laughing as she kicking a rock into the grass.

"Ahh and I take it you want to do something different?" He spoke in understanding.

"I want to do something with Art, However, that's not guna get me far in life so I'm stuck with Architecture, History Major, Doctor or Lawyer, Mom thinks I'd be great as a lawyer cause I know how to argue my way out of shit," She said smiling mischievously.

"Art sounds like a cool prospect but I have to agree with your mom here I don't think it would get you far, why not the Lawyer?" He pushed, once having similar ambitions and knowing it was a good path to head down, She shrugged.

"My grades aren't cutting it at the moment, seeing as I don't know which direction I wana take I'm stuck taking all these AP classes and their hard, if I don't decide what I'm guna do soon I'm guna fail my whole grade and then not guna get into a good college, then mom paying for a private education will have been a total waste of time" She said bleakly.

"Well I know from personal experience that being a lawyer would be a great path to head down," He smiled kindly down at her.

"Really? but you're a hunter? I don't get it?" She looked at him curiously.

"I was a Senior undergraduate at Stanford and about to apply for Law school pretty much had a full ride, when dad went missing and we went on a trip to find him, some stuff happened and I guess I just left Law School behind," he said remembering back to the night he had gotten home and jess had...been pinned to the ceiling.

"Wow, so you're like really smart then?" She was curious now, he laughed.

"No not really, I just knew how to use what I already had," He said tapping his temple.

"I wish it was that simple," She sighed

"It can be," He watched her closely.

"I have to have another talk to mom about it, she's been bugging me about my decision for months and seeing it's the start of the final year, I kind of have to decide now ya know?"

"I hear ya," He laughed at her bleak expression.

"Just keep what I said in mind, Law School would be a good option," She nodded taking on board what he had said.

They sat in silence for another minute before Jo came out the back and called to the two of them that dinner was ready, Addison quickly scooped up her backpack and turned to him expectantly.

"You coming?" She said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye that had before been dim and sad.

"Of course," He smiled at her walking stride to stride with her as they went back to the bar.

"I was wondering where you two had gotten to," Ellen said as she placed a plate of food in front of both Addison and Sam at the long table, Dean, Ash and Jo already had their food and were away in a conversation animatedly trying to talk while eating.

Ellen sat down across from Addison and next to Sam looking expectantly at her daughter.

"I made your favorite," She motioned down at the plate laden with Chinese food, she smiled weakly up at her mom.

"Thanks mom," She said digging in before pausing to swallow her food, the others had stopped their conversation the moment we had sat at the table and were now quiet, she cleared her throat quietly.

"So ah...I figured out what courses I'm guna take and what I'm going to apply for at college," She looked at her mother carefully and saw a surprised looking Sam out of the corner of her eye, she crooked an eyebrow at her daughter.

"Oh?" she asked curiously.

"Well, I'm guna major in Law and minor in Arts history," She finished, getting a few curious glances from everyone at the table.

"That's great honey, I'm so proud of you," Ellen beamed at her.

"You'll never stick with it and I doubt you'll be able to keep up" Jo spoke up from the other end of the table, coping a glare from her younger sister.

"Says who?" She shot back annoyed.

"Girls," Ellen spoke up sternly, Jo continued anyway.

"Me," Jo replied flatly.

"Oh yeah cause your such an expert,"

"I know enough to know that you'll never get the grades you need little sister," Jo shot back at her.

"Girls," Ellen warned again.

"Seriously what is your problem, just because you were the freak with the knife collection at school doesn't mean I'm guna fail to," Addison shot at her older sister.

"Oh please you were as much of a social outcast as I was, just give it up, I'm just being realistic sisy follow the family business, it's the only thing your ever guna be good at" she dropped the annoying little nick name she had always used with me when she was annoyed.

"GIRLS!" Ellen finally snapped slamming her fist on the table.

"I hate you," Addison glared at Jo, the whole table was tense from the fight between the Harvell sisters.

"Good thing you were adopted then hey," Jo shot at her, Sam watched as Ellen became tense but it just rolled off of Addison like the many insults her sister had just thrown at her.

"Good thing I'm the favorite then hey?" She mumbled back pushing her plate away from her before standing and stalking out of the room.

"Teenagers and their moods," Jo said not talking to anyone in particular before rolling her eyes and picking up her own plate, taking it to the sink.

"Joanna-Beth, you go and apologize to your sister right now," Ellen said sternly, Jo scoffed.

"Come on mom are you kidding me? It's not my fault, I'm just thinking realistically here," Jo said as if she was completely innocent.

"No, you were picking on her like you have been a lot lately," Ellen said standing up and taking her food to the bench.

"Oh that's a load of crap," She argued back.

"Go and apologize. now." it wasn't a question.

"Oh so she is your favorite?" Jo argued again.

"There is no favorites!" Ellen said getting angry by the second.

"Guess it's just cause she's adopted then hey?" Ellen tensed again.

"Your sister is not adopted Jo so just stop this, your acting like a child!"

"If she's not adopted, then why did I find adoption papers in the basement last week then?" Jo turned on her mother, her mother faulted.

"They are fakes, just in case of emergency's with hunting and so forth," Ellen lied.

"That's a lie and you know it!" Jo yelled.

"Joanna-Beth I am through discussing this with you, your sister is not adopted and you're going to apologize to her right now, ya hear!" Ellen said slamming her hand against the counter.

The guys had become glued to their seats not knowing what to do but sit there awkwardly in the middle of the fight and listen, Ash however just continued through his food acting as if he couldn't hear what was going on around him, smart man.

Little did they know, Addison had been listening to the conversation the whole time, after she crept quietly back to her room she fell on her bed in a heap and bawled -into her pillow.

Hours passed as she just lay there head down in her pillow before she finally decided, she already knew it was true, she had found the papers 2 days before Jo had, she was adopted and her dad, none other than John Winchester.

There was only one thing to do then, Leave.

So what are your thoughts on the new story guys? like the way its heading?