A/N: This story focuses on Megan Green, a 24 year old girl who is the 'adopted' daughter of Bobby. She meets Sam for the first time. This is loosly set on Season 1. Some plot lines may be altered to my liking or to include Megan. Thanks for taking the time to read this fic!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Megan.

I wake up to Bobby shaking my shoulder.

"Get up, Megan we got guests." He says.

"Alright, Alright I'm up." I say groaning and slapping his arm.

Bobby is practically my father. He took me in when my parents died. I was 10 then. It's been 14 years. 14 years of Bobby and I hunting every sons of bitches we can find. We occasionally help his surrogate son Dean. I know he has a brother, but Bobby told me he was at college.

I groan again and pull myself out of bed. I throw on a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants. I go into my bathroom and brush out my long red hair and braid it into pigtails. I thump down the stairs and into the kitchen. I see Dean there, with another boy I don't recognize. When they see me, they both stand up.

"Hey Dean." I say hugging him. Dean is like a brother to me. He looks out for me as much as Bobby does.

"Hey kiddo. Long time no see." He says into my hair.

I break away and extend my hand to the other man. He had short brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes.

"Hello. I'm Megan. Megan Green. You are?" I say.

"I'm Sam. I'm Dean's younger brother." He says.

I smile at him and walk over to Bobby. I drape an arm around his shoulders and give him a peck on the cheek. He smiles at me.

"Could you make me a coffee while I go get dressed?" I ask him sweetly, batting my eyelashes.

Bobby rolls his eyes.

"Alright. But you'd better hurry, ya idjit." He tells me chuckling.

I laugh and kiss his cheek again. As I pass, I clap Sam on the shoulder and ruffle Dean's hair. I hear a chuckle from Dean as I jump up the stairs. I change into an old Metallica shirt that Dean got me and a pair of dark jeans. I shrug a gray flannel over my shirt and lace on my combat boots. I trudge back down the stairs where Bobby was waiting with my coffee in one of my travel mugs.

"I need you to go on a supply run. Sam's gonna go with you." Bobby says, handing me my coffee.

"Kay. Thanks Bobby, see ya later." I say.

I walk over to Dean, who is sitting at the kitchen table, and lean on his shoulders.

"Can I drive your baby?" I ask.

"No! Never! Not while I'm still up and kickin'." He says pointing a finger at me.

I sigh.

"Ugh, fine. I'll take my truck," I say, grabbing my keys, "C'mon ya big moose."

I hear he sound of Dean's laughter, making me smile. I slide into the dull orange truck that Bobby let me have. Sam joins me, climbing in the passenger side. As we begin to drive away, I turn on the AC/DC album that Dean got me. Sam rolls his eyes slightly.

"Did Dean get this for you?" He asked.

"As a matter of fact, he did." I say, smirking.

We arrive at the small convenience store a few miles away from Bobby's house. I hand Sam a list when we go inside.

"Get this stuff, I've got everything else." I say pointing at a few of the items. He nods and disappears down one of the aisle.

We meet up again at the register with all our findings. I check the items in Sam's arms to see if he got everything. I pay and we heave our items back to my truck. We pile everything in the car, and I begin to drive back to Bobby's.

"So. Do you like living with Bobby?" Sam asks me after awhile.

"Of course. He's practically my dad. I have always seen him as my father. He won't ever admit it, but he really cares about you guys and I." I say while looking at Sam.

He turns his head back to the road and his eyes widen.

"Megan look out!" He shouts.

I turn back to the road as a 10 wheeler smashes into my truck at full force. My head whipps against the wheel as I jerk around in my seat. The car tumbles into a ditch at the side of the road, making me bang my head against my window. Everything goes black.

A/N: Sorry this was so short. I will post longer chapters as the story progresses. Thanks again for reading this chapter!