Luciana Atkinson had been close to a year old when she was left in the care of Bobby Singer. It wasn't that her mother couldn't care for her, she was just trying to protect her daughter. Bobby needed to be convinced—really convinced—to take in the infant, and Luciana's mother, Quinn, gave a very perfect reason. Hearing it made his blood run cold, and after taking a moment to think it over, he agreed. Quinn had been thankful.

"Thank you," Quinn said, giving her daughter a teary kiss on her forehead. "I'd do anything to take care of her, but..."

"I get it."

"I trust you'll take care of her." Quinn Atkinson had been an old friend of Bobby's; Quinn's family—particularly her father—having had a good history with the man. It hadn't been until Quinn's father died that any contact between them and Bobby stopped. Needless to say, after decades of not hearing from the Atkinsons, seeing Quinn on his doorstep so suddenly surprised Bobby.

He gave a wordless nod.

Giving Luciana another tearful kiss, she handed her daughter over.

Quinn didn't even look back when she left.

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Luciana Atkinson grew up in the type of lifestyle Bobby didn't really want a kid to grow up in. She saw hunters come and go; she overheard them talking about monsters and how to kill them; she saw said hunters get drunk off their asses while telling the gory details of their kills or asking Bobby on how to take a lesser known monster down. Luciana grew up having to learn—rather quickly—that she'd have to be quick with her words and come up with solutions just as fast. She needed to be handy when it came to using weapons, and she had to teach herself how to make weapons from her surroundings. Bobby didn't like that, but he knew that if the time came where she was faced in a life-or-death situation, she would have to know.

In the end, Bobby taught her how to use various types of guns; how to properly use different knives against opponents; and while she wasn't as tall or as muscled as some of the hunters who would come by, Luciana would have to use her size and speed against them. Direct hand-to-hand fighting wasn't really Luciana's thing; she was aware that there were hardly any female hunters out there, so it wasn't like she would have a fair advantage if she got herself in a tight situation. That was why she relied a little more so on her weapons and her speed. But she knew she couldn't outrun or dodge a bullet, but it wouldn't matter if she could get the first shot in.

"You're getting better," Bobby would say. And, from what he could see, it was true. Luciana was getting better. He first taught her how to use a gun when she was fifteen, and it was like she was born to use one. By her sixteenth birthday, he started teaching her how to use knives against an opponent. Luciana knew to take Bobby's words seriously; he was a veteran hunter, he knew more than she could imagine.

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As the years ticked by, Luciana soon became experienced in how to use guns and weapons. She even developed her own little method of making weapons if she had none on her. Luciana had read up on all of the lore Bobby had in his library; she made sure to memorize where a specific monster was located in the world and how to kill it. By the time she was twenty-one, Luciana had a decent amount of knowledge when it came to the supernatural.

And, like any other day if she had nothing to do, Luciana was in Bobby's library, rereading one of his books. Until a knock on the front door snapped her out of her concentration.

"I got it," she called. Walking out of the library, Luciana walked over to the front door, unlocked it, and opened it. "It's just you." A playful tone crept into her voice.

"You're hilarious, Luci." Dean Winchester stood at the other end, looking down at Luciana with a hint of a smirk on his face. The Winchesters and Bobby had quite the history—not only were the Winchesters widely talked about in the hunter community (mostly because of John Winchester, the father of Dean and Sam, Dean's little brother), but they could be rather stubborn. Sometimes that stubborn streak conflicted with others. Luciana had witnessed that frequently when it came to Bobby and Dean's father, John. It wasn't much of a surprise to hear the two grown men fighting—Luciana had been little at the time, so she couldn't quite understand what they were talking about. But she understood, as she got older.

Despite the fact that John and Bobby didn't always get along, whenever John chose to leave his sons in Bobby's care, Bobby accepted. Luciana always kept her distance from Dean and his brother, she wasn't sure what to expect from them. The first couple times Sam and Dean were left in Bobby's care, Sam seemed to know little to nothing of the supernatural world; but as the years went by, he suddenly became aware. And then he became distant. And then, one day, another fight ensued between John and Bobby, ending with Bobby threatening to shoot John. The Winchesters never came back after that. John and Sam didn't, at least. Dean came to visit on occasion.

"I think Bobby's just finished helping someone," Luciana said. "He's in the kitchen."

Nodding, Dean patted Luciana on the shoulder before walking into the kitchen.

With a sigh, she closed the door.

(A/N):

In case there's any confusion on this chapter: Luciana is Bobby's foster daughter; Luci's mother, Quinn, gave her up when Luci was close to a year old; the Atkinsons, Luci's biological family, had a close relationship with Bobby, but after the death of Luci's grandfather, they stopped all contact with Bobby; growing up, Luciana witnessed hunters coming and going, hearing them talk about hunts and monsters; she decided she would have to be skilled in how to use weapons if she were going to live in a world like that; Luciana sort of knows the Winchesters.

Does that make any sense?

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