A/N: I do not own anything from the Supernatural universe. I am just a poor college student…

1-Standing on a doorstep

I met the Winchester brothers when I was ten years old. They probably don't remember that afternoon. I barely do.

It was Bobby Singer's birthday, and someone, I don't remember who, decided it would be a good idea to get together a bunch of friends to bother him and drink most of a liquor store. My mother dragged me along. She thought it would be a good idea for me to meet some of the hunters she dealt with. I was to never work with them, though. That rule was beat into my brain as soon as I started showing psychic abilities. But friends were friends and my mother wanted me to meet Bobby.

The Winchesters showed up, too. Not John. I never met John. But his boys did. Dean, young and fresh at eighteen years old, drove up with his little brother Sammy sitting shotgun. I guess he wasn't so little. He was fourteen years old and already almost as tall as Dean. He was already taller than me by a long shot. All skin and bones and shaggy hair. Dean already wore that leather jacket, looking like some lost puppy James Dean wannabe.

A few others were there, but I don't remember them too well. But I remember the brothers. All smiles and hugs and boyhood innocence. Something about them stood out to me. Call it a psychic intuition. I knew they were going to amount to something. I didn't know what, I didn't even know if it was my abilities talking or just my gut.

Of course, when I started to hear about the exploits of the brothers, I knew it hadn't just been my gut. I didn't follow it very well. I tried not to be a psychic. I wanted to have a normal life. I saw what being a psychic did to my mother. It ruined every relationship she ever had and drove her away from her own family. We aren't from a long line of psychics, just me and my mom. She was happy when I started to show the signs of being a psychic. She wouldn't be alone anymore.

But now I'm alone. Because the Winchester brothers got my mother killed in their crazy quest to stop the apocalypse.

I know, I know, the world is more important than one woman. But she was my mother. And she died helping Sam and Dean with their stupid quest to give Heaven and Hell one big middle finger. A lot of people died because of them.

Which is why I have no idea why I was standing outside the door of the Men of Letters bunker in Lebanon, Kansas. I fiddled with the strap of my duffle bag thrown over one shoulder while I waited. I had knocked on the door three times already, but no one had answered it. I raised my hand to knock again, but the heavy steel door swung open before my hand got there and I almost punched the person who had opened it for me.

Dean had opened the door. I hadn't seen him in eighteen years. He had grown up. His green eyes were still bright, but there was a darkness behind them now. His knees had bowed, his chin and shoulders had broadened, and he had grown a layer of stubble, but he still wore his hair spiked up in the front. His skin had darkened with sun and his shoulders had sunk with age and responsibilities. "Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want?"

He didn't recognize me. Then again, I didn't expect him to. We haven't seen each other in eighteen years and we had only met once before. The man behind him, however, did recognize me. He was shorter than Dean, but not by much. His black hair was thick and disheveled, his blue eyes bright and clear. He wore a white dress shirt with a striped blue tie and black dress pants. Every time I had seen him in a vision, though, he wore a trench coat.

"You're her." He mumbled. His voice was low and gravely, oddly calming. "You're her daughter."

Dean glanced back at his companion before looking me up and down. "Whose daughter?" Dean's voice was deep and rich, rough around the edges.

"She is Pamela Barnes's daughter." The Angel of the Lord murmured.

A/N:

Hey guys! My name is idkaname and I hope you guys enjoyed the start of this story! I've been a fan of Supernatural for a while, but I never really had the urge to write a fanfic about it. And then I decided I wanted to do it after all. I have chapter 2 written, but I want to see what kind of response I get form you guys before I put it up.

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