Each moment was drawn out considerably, the ticking of the clock exaggerated every second, the tapping of shoes as people walked past. This is what it felt like to sit outside the principal's office, oh yes; this is what the anticipation for punishment was. And you know all too well the apprehension from previous times. This was the seventh time today that Lacey Winchester had been sent to the office. It wasn't even lunch-time. Many things had landed her here, talking back to the teachers, zoning out in class, fighting with others, wagging, and the list goes on…Lacey was an only child, never knew her father, and her mother recently passed away by unnatural causes. The police laughed at her when she said it was something off, that it wasn't just a fire that killed her mother, something had started it. This irritated her greatly, she knew something was wrong and yet she couldn't prove it! Damn the son of a bit-"cey, Lacey!" the principal demanded tapped her five-inch heels on the polished floor.

"What?!" Lacey demanded back, as she looked at her withering old lady with stern brown eyes.

"Seven times I have seen you! And seven times I have told you to behave! Is there something that isn't getting through to you?" She was on the verge of shouting, as all respectable principals do.

She didn't give Lacey the chance to explain. "I have called a relative and he is coming to get you, don't move from that spot!" she said storming down the hallway, on her way to meet this mystery relative. Lacey would have laughed when the principal said 'relative' because Lacey didn't have any. Both grandparents were dead and her mother was an only child, her father was intractable! She doesn't even know if he is even alive! But the thought of having anything to do with her father is ridiculous; he left her mother alone with a child. Not to mention some of the things she was told, hunting things of the supernatural and unexplainable…it's all rubbish! As if anyone would hunt ghost and dem-"Lacey Winchester! You better be listening to me or so help me-" Mrs. Crane said in shrill tones. Lacey looked up and her eyes fell on not Mrs. Crane but on a man with subtle and kind brown eyes, his hair was graying at the temples and he looked like he had seen better days…he was smiling.

"This is John Winchester" Mrs. Crane was saying. "He is your grandfather, he will be taking you form her to where he lives in Mexico, you have been expelled from this school, Lacey, don't ever want to see you step within this school ever" Mrs. Crane kept ranting;. Lacey was struck by what she was seeing, a grandfather, her grandfather, a man she had never met. Feelings of unanticipated relief welled in her, she wasn't going to be alone anymore, and she had family.

"Its nice to meet you" he said, Lacey couldn't get her motor skills to function, this was the first time she was out of anything to say.

"Ah! Miss 'I've got a comeback from everything' is speechless! Is the world ending? And here I thought-" "I've got everything from here" he siand cutting her off abruptly. With the strangest feeling that she was being dimissed, Mrs. Crane, left for her office. See, Lacey would have laughed at how small this man had made Crane feel, but she was still dumbstruck.

"Lacey" he said gently. "Get your stuff so we can get got of this dump" he said with a spark of humor. Lacey couldn't agree more. They walked a series of corridors until they came to her locker. There was only one thing that she wanted. John watched patiently as she fiddled with the lock before getting frustrated with it and jamming it into itself before pulling it back out, ripping it from it lock. She discarded the useless lock and grabbed an emerald green box. It was a photo box, like they use to have in the old days. She merely looked at the books she never used and grabbed her black leather messenger bag. That was all she needed she turned to John who was the essence of joy and patience.

"That's all I need" she said quietly, she was still getting use to the fact that he her grandfather was here with her. It was just like her dreams. It was a moment that she thought was endless, it was the best moment of her life.

"Really? Just a bag and a box? You don't want any books or educational instruments?" John looked at her, and the look she gave him was one of that 'do you really need to ask?' he shook his head and laughed.

"Dean through-and-through" he mumbled under his breath. "Who the hell is 'Dean'" Lacey asked him walking down the hall that would lead them from this hell-hole.

***

Some time had passed since they left the school, it was dark now and they were near Bobby's. He'd see his boys again, they see a new Winchester, John gazed at the road ahead, thinking of Dean's reaction, he has a daughter. John Laughed quietly and looked over at the sleeping teen, mouth wide open and drooling. She really is Dean's daughter, the McDonalds bags, which were plenty in number, were all empty around her feet. That girl can eat, he thought amusedly. John drove up the driveway to Bobby's house, thankful for the slick black '67 Chevy Impala. John shut the ignition down and then sat there for a few moments. They were going to wait for him inside. He shook Lacey slightly, she groaned but didn't wake. He shook her again with a little more force, she slapped his hand away and groggily woke.

"Is it really necessary to wake a sleeping me? I mean why? Why? Pops why?" she said exasperatedly. A smokey laugh erupted from him and he got out of the car as he said "Whatever you say kid" her nose scrunched up and she was about to retort but he was already gone.

"That…has never happened to me before" she voiced her thought aloud and moved to get out of the car. The front door suddenly sprang open revealing three man one was really tall with mahogany brown hair, the other were short. One was wearing a cap and the other with short dark hair was wearing a leather jacket. All of them looked tense, like this was something they'd been waiting for a long time. John or Pops as she'd decided she would call him, walked up the short one in leather sprang forward and held him in a tight embrace, the other watched, and then he too took John into a death grip hug. Lacey's hand hovered over the handle, she was contemplating whether or not to get out or pretend she was asleep. She suddenly felt really shy, which was strange, not once in her life had she felt the urge to flee because she was so nervous. She sucked in a large breath and tried to open the door as quiet as possible. The door was quiet for a fraction of a second and then it groaned. It was loud and filled into a big open space of awkward silence. She cringed as the sound echoed in her ears, her quiet entrance was impossible! She was about to slam the door shut again and jump into the back seat and hide. Her face flamed, as blood rushed to her cheeks. Time was holding his breath, the awkwardness was too much and the intense stares trapped her, pinned to the seat. John released the tall man and gesturing for her to hurry and get over there. She loped gracefully from the car to the foot of the steps. They all sent John a questioning look.

"I think we'd better go inside" something in his voice but the three men on edge. They all made their way into the house and into a living room, the older man in the cap stood in the door way and the other two sat on the couch. Lacey stayed by John's side the whole time while he leaned against the fire mantle.

"Dad…" the one that was much taller said. "Is there something you want to tell us" his eyes glancing toward Lacey.

"I do, that why I called, it's something I couldn't put off. I had to do it" he said calmly.

"Well…"the tall man said, waiting almost impatiently. He kept glancing towards Lacey. He knew it had something to do with her.

"This here is Lacey" he said, looking towards her. Her eyes grew wide at the sudden comment.

"She is…Lacey…Winchester" he said slowly. Looking at his boys, he knew what was coming.

"You mean we had a sister and you never even told us" the tall one jumped to his feet, rage suddenly filling his eyes.

"Sammy! Calm down! She not your sister, I'm too old for more kids, it more like you're her uncle" she said calm as 'Sammy' hadn't even had an outburst.

"I'm a what?!" he said, at a loss for anything else to say. He was a what? To that girl? That was the craziest thing he had ever heard.

Lacey could have fallen over form shock, though, she wanted to slap herself for being so stupid. Of course he'd take me to meet my family! That is only logical. Lacey's brown eyes drifted from the man in the doorway to the man sitting quiet on the couch. He was staring right back at her, quickly she averted her eyes away. She could still feel the intensity of his eyes burning her face.

"Then you mean…" Sammy turned towards the man on the couch who had been absolutely uncharacteristically quiet for once. John nodded and then gestured towards Lacey.

"Dean this is your daughter" he said, both Lacey and Dean looked at him, they were shocked.

Before they could stop themselves "SHE/HE'S MY WHAT?!" they both shouted at the same time before looking at each other then back at John.

"Shocker isn't it! When they called me I was thrown by it too. I have a granddaughter" tears threatened to well in his eyes as he looked to Lacey. She looked shocked, confused and a little angry. This was a strange day! Dean looked at Lacey, assessing her. Lengthy black hair swirled down her shoulders and dark mossy green eyes with flecks of gold. She was slender with a firm build, she wore black converse and a top that was red striped across with thick lines of black. A dark jacket to top it off, she was something Dean pictured his kid to wear. Her ears were pierced five times on each ear, all different earrings. And, Dean noticed, she had a stubborn air about her…she was just like a Winchester. He looked her up and down; she was tall, a little taller than Dean. Which he could say, she inherited that from where ever Sammy got his. Dean's eyes flashed towards Sam, who was staring dumbly at her. HIS child. He swallowed hard and looked at her oddly. Should he be happy? But this life…

"Dean I know what your thinking, but there is non other way" John said looking at his son. There was no other way, she has no where to go, he added in his head.

"But you know what this means, right?" Sam said his voice strangely detached.

"Yeah, Sammy, I do" John said, there was nothing surprising about that, trust Sam to be the Humanitarian.

"Are you abosutedly sure?" Sam asked again, his eyebrows drawn together in concern.

"IS ANYBODY GONNA TELL ME WHAT THE 'ARE YOU SURE'S' ABOUT???" Lacey's voice broke through the conversation, she felt tired and frustrated, there were secrets! If this was family how could they keep a secret from a new member?

Everyone went silent, and very still. "Are you sure you even want to know?" Dean asked her lightly.

She shook her head vigorously. "Well, I'm sorry kid but no one here is gonna tell ya" Dean said. John knew from that moment that his butthead son was going to be stubborn about it.

"Dean" he said, his voice low and threatening, reminding him who was who. Dean looked at his father, rage building in his eyes.

Dean was about to say something when Bobby stepped in, Lacey had forgot about the man standing in the doorway.

"I think she already know something" he said. "It's best to tell her the truth than hide it from her, she'll hate you if she finds out what you've been keeping" he said. Sam and Dean knew he was right. There was no way around something like this, and if there was there would be questions, questions that they wouldn't be able to answer.

"Fine" Dean said with distain. "We hunt supernatural things, ghost, demons, anything weird, we kill vampires, they are all real!" he said frustrating leaping out in huge waves with his tone. Then as if realization hit him, he remembered who he was talking to. The air from his lungs suddenly choked him, his throat contracted weirdly. He glanced at Lacey who was speechless. She was looked at him with calculating eyes, she was trying to find if he was insane or telling her the truth. After what seemed like an eternity she finally started nodding her head.

"Alright" she said slowly. "Okay a bunch of hunters, killing the things that go bump in the night" she paused slightly. "Awesome" she looked at Dean, her father, then to Sam, her uncle, and then she turned to John…her grandfather.

"Alright! Demons and stuff" she said unenthused, she didn't believe what they were saying whole heartedly but it was something.

"Teach me!" she said with a little more power to her voice and then some. They looked at her and it had all began; she was in for the future war.