(AUTHORS NOTE: This definitely isn't my first fanfic... I actually use to write about ten years ago on the site when bands and artists used to be a category. However, this is my first time writing in almost ten years. Supernatural has been my favorite television show for the past five years and absolutely love the characters in the show. Bobby being my favorite, I wanted to highlight his life and decided to create my own character. In my little world, Bobby has a twenty-five year old daughter named Kimberly. This story is told from her perspective and how she sees her life being a hunter with the two most infamous supernatural hunters, Sam and Dean Winchester (Hence Sinchester) . Takes place shortly after the pilot episode…changing pretty much everything to help Kim's story fit in. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy writing it

I'm treating these chronicles kind of like episodes I guess. Each story I write in the chronicles take place one after the other. Rating is because of language, slight adult themes, and violence, nothing you wouldn't see on the show.)

Oh the always popular disclaimer… I understand it is necessary but kind of redundant eh? Yeah yeah yeah… Sam, Dean, Bobby and others of the Supernatural series are indeed not mine.

Chapter 1: Reconciliation

I haven't been the same since I lost them. The days seem to drag on, the nights are a blur. I feel as if I have no purpose here anymore. The two people that kept me happy and kept me going was striped away from me so suddenly. I was a mother. I was a wife. And now what? What is my purpose here now? I will find the Yellow Eyed demon, I will find it and destroy it. Just like it did to my family.

It took me three years to figure out where I need to be. Moving back to South Dakota was not easy for me. I was reluctant to leave the East coast, but my father insisted on me moving back in with him. I have to say being close to him again was comforting. He understood my pain. We need to stick together these days. If I'm going to find this thing, I'm going to need help.

November 20th 2005

I woke up abruptly to the sound of banging around downstairs. What the hell was my father doing down there? I sat up wiping the sleep from my eyes. Sleeping definitely wasn't easy these days. The same nightmare continued to dominate my sleep every night. The crying from my two year old son radiating down the hall. The smell of smoke clear as day in my nostrils. The nightmare was so vivid I almost always woke up with tears in my eyes. Something needed to change.

After slipping on my flip flops and a sweatshirt I made my way down the stairs. The scent of burning bacon made me smile. Dad must be trying to make breakfast. By trying, I mean charring because the smoke detector in the dining room started to shrill at that moment.

"Morning Dad" I announced walking into the kitchen and grabbing a dish towel. I proceeded into the dining room where I wafted air into the detector until the noise ceased. "I appreciate the gesture but typically I cook breakfast."

"Yeah I know, I just wanted to do something nice for you. Damn pans are so old everything burns." He threw the bacon into the trash and heaved the burnt pan in behind it. He sighed heavily running his hand over his short fading brown beard. "You didn't sleep well, I thought a nice breakfast might cheer ya up." I gave him a weak smiled and grabbed a clean pan from under the sink.

"It's the thought that counts. What are your plans today?" I asked as the bacon I placed into the pan started to sizzle.

"I've got a couple of friends coming to visit to get some information for a hunt."

"A hunt? What are they hunting?" I asked intrigued. I spent my entire teenage years on the road with my father chasing and killing things that go bump in the night. It wasn't until I met Colin when I was 18 that I put my weapon bag away for good. I had told myself I was done, done with hunting the damned, the dead, and the evil. Dad didn't know I wanted back in.

"A shape shifter in Michigan, been robbin' a few banks up there… the stories aint adding' up. Told the boys I'd give em' a hand." I took the bacon out of the pan and placed it on a plate next to the over cooked pancakes. "They should be here by noon."

"I want to help" I blurted as I grabbed the orange juice from the fridge. My father looked at me with shocked eyes. He shook his head in disgust.

"Absolutely not Kimberly, I promised myself I would not allow you to be put in danger, I can't lose another one. Besides you told me years ago you were done." I slammed the orange juice on the table in front of him with such force he jumped a bit in his chair.

"I'm a big girl dad, I know what I'm doing. If you say these boys need help, then I want to be the one who gives it." I sat down in the chair across from him and poured myself a glass of orange juice. "This is what I need to do. I'm ready to start hunting again. What do I have to lose? It's been three god damn years. I'm tired of mourning." I could tell I wasn't going to get through to him…not yet anyway.

"We're not discussing this right now." He stated. And with that he left the room leaving me to a huge breakfast.

After breakfast I went for a long run letting my mind wind down from the conversation with my father. Who was he to tell me what I can and cannot do? I'm a twenty-five year old woman and am capable of making my own decisions. I understand his concerns, he has lost a lot… my mother, his grandson, his son-in-law. I can understand why he would be afraid to lose his only daughter too. But, I know what I have to do and I'm going to do it regardless of what he's scared of.

After I long shower I decided to dress for the day. It was starting to get chilly outside so I went with a dark pair of jeans and a long-sleeve maroon shirt. My shirt clung flatteringly to my chest and waist. Looking at myself in the mirror my hand unconsciously went to the silver locket around my neck. I opened it and smiled down at the small picture of my late husband and son inside. This always brought me comfort and peace. After throwing on my jacket, I went outside to greet my father's friends.

The cool air hit me harshly in the face as I walked through the junkyard on our land to the front driveway. I could hear three distinct voices, one being my fathers. I noticed the black Chevy Impala my father's friend John Winchester owned parked in the driveway. I smiled and picked up the pace excited to see John again. But John, was no where to be found.

As I walked up I felt two sets of eyes on me. Two men stood with my father, one holding a large book and one holding a bag of M&Ms. Confused I spoke up.

"Where's John? I saw his car back there." I gave the two men a smile acknowledging their presence. The strange thing was I know I've seen these two somewhere before. The man holding the book was tall, abnormally tall actually with shaggy brown hair and a strong jaw line. The shorter man, who seemed to be giving me the up and down, stuck his hand out to me.

"That's a great question sweetheart. I'm Dean Winchester and this is my brother Sam, John's our father. And you are?" He said with a husky voice. I smiled remembering why I knew these boys so well. Sam, Dean and myself spent a lot of time together when we were kids. My father and John would often go out on hunting trips, sometimes being gone for weeks. The three of us would stay in South Dakota essentially babysitting each other while they were gone. We spent a good part of our childhood with each other. Then, when our fathers thought we were old enough the three of us were aloud to accompany them on the hunting trips. We all trained together. I almost felt proud that they were both still hunting.

Instead of shaking his hand I reached up and hugged him tightly. I could tell Dean was confused but he certainly didn't push me away.

"It's so great to see you two again, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you before." I pulled away and hugged Sam just the same.

"Kim." Sam said simply And hugged me back. "How have you been? Bobby didn't tell us you were visiting." I could tell by the look on Dean's face he was a little embarrassed. He popped a few M&Ms in his mouth and chomped away. I opened my mouth to respond but found it hard to speak. My father, noticing my discomfort spoke up.

"Kimberly's actually living here with me now. The east coast wasn't exactly what she thought It would be." God bless that man, he always knew when to come to my rescue. Sam seemed to accept that answer, but I could tell the wheels were spinning in Dean's head.

"Must be a pretty full house then, I mean you're married right? A mother too right?" Dean asked in between chews. I felt a sickening feeling come over me. My stomach started to churn. I reached for my locket without thinking. Dean seemed to catch the drift and shifted uncomfortably. A wave of comfort and confidence came over me as I stroked the locket. I took a deep breath and shook my head.

"No, just myself and my father. My son and husband were murdered about three years ago. I moved back here to be with dad." I could tell Sam had become uncomfortable. he shifted his stance and fiddled with the binding on the old book. I gave my father a stern look. I know he was going to try and keep me from hunting, but I'm determined to prove I still have what it takes. "That's part of the reason why I want to join you on the hunt. I want to get back into the family business."

"Sorry princess but we're pretty crowded as it is. I suggested you look around town for a job, maybe even head back to school or something." Dean said crossing his arms to his chest. I shot him a glare. I felt my temper flare and the anger well into my face. I easily lost my temper, lately more then ever. I wanted to lash out at someone.

"What are you saying Dean? I'm not good enough to help? If I remember correctly, I was the one who saved your sorry ass in Charleston a few years back. If it weren't for me running into that house with a fully loaded rock salt round, you'd've been toast. Don't get me started on how the three of us trained together. You're no better then me." Dean clearly looking shocked, threw his hands up in defense.

"Whoa whoa sister, all I meant was that you've been out of the game for a while. What… six years? I'm sure you're rusty. We don't want to just throw you back into a battle and watch you fall." I sensed dad next to me take his cap off, run his fingers through his hair and place his cap back on. Sam looked simply embarrassed over his brother's behavior. And Dean? He looked triumphant. All I wanted to do was punch that cocky little smirk off his face.

"How bout' you Sam?" I asked turning to Sam. He looked up in surprise and shrugged his shoulders. "Last I heard you weren't even talking to your family. Got up and just vanished off to college. Wanted the normal life huh? Yeah well I've been there and did that too… What happened? Did you get bored of all the normalcy? Life too boring to you? I'm choosing to get back into this to destroy that yellow-eyed bastard that ruined my life! What about you Sam?" I was yelling. I lost my temper again, let my emotions get the best of me. I grabbed the back of my neck with both hands and griped hard in frustration. The mood around me seemed to shift to an absolute uncomfortable state.

"You're not the only one who's lost someone Kim." Sam said softly. I looked up to see Dean eyeing me suspiciously. I locked eyes with Sam, those big green eyes showed so much pain I knew I had hit a nerve. "You said yellow-eyed demon?" I nodded taking a step back. Trying to regain my composer was sometimes difficult. "Bobby, is it the same demon that killed our mother? That killed Jess?"

"That I haven't figured out yet. I was trying to research this without Kim knowing, I didn't want to hurt you anymore." My father said looking to me with regretful eyes. "Whether or not this is the same demon the similarities between all four tragedies are astounding."

"four?" Dean asked taking his eyes off me.

"Yeah I've got everything inside. It's probably time you see this Kimberly." I heard Dean clap his hands together and step off toward the house.

"Great I don't know about anyone else but I'm starving. Anyway we can get a sandwich while we mull over these similarities?"

I didn't realize I would be the one making lunch. I made six identical turkey sandwiches and placed them all on a oval platter along with a bowl of potato salad I had made the previous day. I put them in front of the boys along with three beers. I grabbed myself a beer from the fridge and sat down at the table with the three men. The room was still as I watched Dean chow down two sandwiches and a pile of potato salad. How that boy eat so much and still had the body he had was beyond me.

"So what exactly have you found out Bobby?" Sam asked picking up the beer I had sat in front of him. I leaned back in my chair sipping at my own bottle as I crossed my legs. "You said four tragedies, what are we missing?"

I watched my father walk into the library and grab a binder off the bookcase next to the fire place. He opened it and walked back into the kitchen with it in his hands.

"November 2nd 1980 was the first of four attacks that I know of." He started as he placed the notebook down on the table in front of us. This date piqued my interest. How can you forget something so profound in your life? "November 2nd 1983 was the second, November 2nd 2003 was the third and November 2nd 2005 was the fourth."

"November 2nd 1983... that's when our mother died, and November 2nd 2005 was when Jess died. That was just a few weeks ago" Sam stated picking up the notebook. I chugged down the rest of the liquid in the bottle and got up for a second. I was starting to see the similarities. Quite frankly I was frightened. How could my father never tell me that these boys, whom I've know my whole life, had suffered the same pain I had?

"The other two attacks… one of them was related to the Singers?" Dean asked from the kitchen.

"Both were." I stated opening the fridge and grabbing another cold beer. "Anyone else need one?" Dean nodded and reached out for the bottle. I could tell things were starting to click into place for him.

"Let me guess, you were born May 2nd 1980" Dean stated simply looking at me. I nodded popping the top off the bottle with a lighter.

"Sure was. Exactly six months after my birth, my mother was killed in a house fire that erupted from the nursery. She didn't even have a chance."

"That's exactly how our mother died." Sam stated looking up to me with concern. "This makes no sense at all, why were both Kim and me attacked in our cribs and why wait six months after we're born?"

"That I haven't figured out yet." My father said taking a seat across from Sam. I hoped up onto the counter in the kitchen. I had already figured out these strange similarities between the anniversary of my mothers death and the death of my husband and son. What I hadn't planned on was having others experience the same thing, especially people that I had known for so long. "What I do know is that both events happened exactly twenty-two years apart… for both of you."

"So Kim, your husband and son died three years ago? In A fire I'm guessing, When you were twenty-two?" Dean asked intrigued. I nodded and grabbed my locket for support. "And Jess died only a few weeks ago, Sam's twenty-two. She died in a fire related death as well." I noticed Sam close his eyes and bow his head. We've both been through so much. The only thing that kept going through my mind was how mean I was earlier. "So we're dealing with a demon with a sick obsession for twenty two year olds?" I shrugged and sipped my beer quietly. I was still absorbing all this information. The odd thing was, I felt a sort of comfort. Knowing that myself and my family weren't alone in this. The Winchester family has definitely seen their share of tragedy and death. For what it meant? It was still unclear. All I knew was that I was no longer the only one around with a lot of skeletons in my closet.