The car door closed with a loud squeak and I made a grin. I should've fixed that a thousand times by now but there was always something more important on my mind than that. I looked at the old house. No matter what, I loved that place – it felt like home; no other place made me feel that way. With a huge smile I went to the door and banged on it.

"Hey, Grandpa!" I shouted out loud "Open up, it's me!" the door was already half open when I added quickly "And if you splash me in the face with…"

Holy water did splash me in the face and I rubbed it with my hands to wipe it away.

"Thanks, Bobby!" I growled and looked him angrily; he was doing that every single time I came over and I hated him for that; I had my suspicions he was doing it just because he knew it was irritating me "You want me to cut my veins with silver blade and maybe eat some salt?"

"No harm to be cautious" he shrugged his shoulders, barely hiding his smile

"Yeah, right" I kissed him on the cheek and entered the house "Are you alone?"

"Not exactly" Bobby closed the door and headed to the kitchen so I followed him.

"Not exactly?" I imitated him with irony, entering the kitchen and in the middle of it was Sheriff Jody Mills, holding an old book that I didn't have to look its title to know what it was – esoteric book about religions. She looked up at me and smiled

"Hi there" she greeted me and looked at Bobby "I didn't know you were expecting company"

I greeted her too and smiled, and then I attacked Grandpa

"Really, Bobby?!" I looked him with judgment "You involved her too?"

"Hey, don't look at me, missy" he put his apron on and went to the oven "Sam and Dean involved her"

Ah, the Winchesters – the brothers well-known among the hunter community. They were kind of celebrities. Some loved them and some hated them for their deeds in the supernatural world. I didn't know in which group I was because of the simple fact I never met the brothers even though they were regular visitors to Bobby Singer's place, just like me. I looked to the Sheriff, than back to Bobby. Oh, there was definitely something between those two and I couldn't help it but smile.

"Whatever" I mumbled and asked "What are you researching for?"

"It's for Garth. I think he came across some god worshipping rituals in Nevada" answered the Sheriff "Not quite sure yet, but Bobby needed help to get this" and she pointed the book in her hands

"The hell! Where did you two steal it from?"

"The University library" answered the Sheriff with a bit guilty expression

"We kinda borrowed it" added Bobby

"Really? Is that how you call it, Grandpa?" I arched my eyebrows and grabbed a beer from the fridge

"Call me 'Grandpa' one more time and I'll kill you myself" he threatened me with the ladle in his hand, while he was preparing vegetable soup.

I chuckled.

"Yeah, I love you too" I said to him and opened my beer; I could see the huge smile on the Sheriff's face.

Bobby wasn't actually my grandfather. I used to call him so just to irritate him; he wasn't even that old even though I knew him since I was a child. He was a friend of my father and when Dad got killed because of a demon when I was fifteen, Bobby helped me and introduced me into the supernatural world that my father had insisted to be kept in secret from me – for my own safety; which actually explained a lot when it came to Bobby – from his house full of books and weapons, to his sometimes, if not always, strange behavior. I loved that man. He was crotchety, always with his own opinion, but he had a good heart and he was like father to me, even though I couldn't visit him often.

Sometimes I helped him with researches but I preferred not to go on hunts. I was a lousy hunter. My dad was retired marine so he had taught me how to take care of myself – how to fight and shoot. Bobby taught me how to deal with every supernatural creature he knew about. So everyone would think I'd be a great hunter; but I wasn't. I couldn't fight. I didn't want to hurt anyone because the last time I used my combat skills my own father was the one who paid the price. Bobby knew very well of my reluctance to use my skills so he wasn't sending me on cases very often. If he did, it was because there was no free hunter in the area of the accident and he was sure what I was going to deal with and that I could manage to do it on my own. I was good at researches even though I had to admit that the hunts were quite exiting. But I just couldn't force myself into a real fight. And Bobby kept me away from that.

Soon the Sheriff left and the soup was ready so I decided it was my turn to cook. Bobby sat near the table with a bottle of beer and a book full of lore stories in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" he asked while I was slicing few peaches I found

"Preparing cobbler" I answered "And maybe some pie after that."

"Boohoo, missy" he said a bit angrily "I'm not born yesterday. You were here last week and there's nothing you can say that'll make me believe you missed me that much. Plus, you always call to tell me when you're coming, except this time. So, spit it out. What's wrong?"

I sighed. I knew I had to tell him. He was going to find out one way or another. Even the Sheriff could tell him after she read the restraint order the judge signed for me this morning.

"It's Bill" I said "I left him"

Bobby squeezed his eyes, watching me with suspicion over the book's edge.

"Why? I thought you were happy with him"

I rolled up my sleeves so he could see the bruises my boyfriend left there after our last argument. He was so drunk and angry for no reason. And it wasn't the first time he hit me. At least this time I wasn't with black eye and split lips – Bobby didn't need to know this so I kept it quiet with my personal life around him. Last night I had it enough, I packed my things and left. I didn't have where else to go so I ended up at Bobby's.

"Balls!" Bobby cursed when he saw my arms

"He's a drunk" I said "And he likes to tell me what to do. And he believes that the solution of every argument is to beat me up."

"And you didn't tell me. Or defended yourself!" I could feel the accusation in his words and I didn't blame him; I should've told someone long ago instead putting up with Bill's awful behavior and doing nothing about it.

"It wasn't that serious." I lied without even blinking my eye "But I had enough of his temper so I went to the police. He won't be bothering me anymore. I got a restraint order." Then I looked Bobby and fade smile stretched my lips "I didn't know where else to go. Is it okay if I stick around for a couple of days?"

"You're doing researches for me though" Bobby pointed at me with the book and took a sip from his beer

I laughed. I loved that old man so much.

"I always do researches, Grandpa"

He made disgust grin and his nose hit the book while he was reading carefully. I smiled and went on with preparing the pie. He didn't spoke about Bill. Nor did I. But I knew he was pissed and that soon I'd get a nice lecture for being such an "idjit" for not kicking Bill's ass and how I had to get together and stop with the can't-hit-anyone crap. He was right, of course, not that I'd tell him that. And still I really couldn't hit anyone. I couldn't let myself hurt someone again.

Next morning I woke up pretty late. Still quite sleepy I went down the hallway to the bathroom with my toothbrush in hand. I reached for the door in the same time it was opened from the inside and I ran into someone's naked chest. Cloud of hot water vapour came along with that someone.

"The fuck are you?" I mumbled and tilted back my head to see who tried to run over me; two amazing green eyes were already looking down at me with a wide smirk on their owner's face

"And you are?" he asked while I was taking a step back so I could have a proper look on him

Damn, he was handsome. And his tall wet naked body covered only by a towel round his waist was a nice sight for every girl and I wasn't an exception. His short brown hair bristled in every possible direction. And on his left side on his chest he had the very same anti-possession tattoo I had. On another part of my body, of course, but that was irrelevant right now…

"Nice tattoo" I said trying not to stare at his perfect body; I tried to get pass him and get into the bathroom

"Really?" he smiled widely while he was stepping back so I can go in "You wanna one too?"

I stopped and looked at him with arched eyebrows and a huge cocky smirk. He was hunter, I was sure of that; otherwise he wouldn't be at Bobby's place. He must've arrived late last night after I went to bed or early this morning. Somehow I got the impression I had to know who he was, I just couldn't figure it out yet – after all I just got out of bed.

"Actually I already got one" I said and winked at him

"Where?" I could've swore his eyes widen with curiosity and flirtation

"On part of my body you'll never see" I smiled back and closed the door behind me right into his face

"Hey, I'm Dean by the way" I heard his voice throughout the bathroom's door

"Nice to meet you, Winchester" I shouted back as I flushed the tap and looked at my reflection in the mirror.

In the moment he said his name I knew who I was talking to, no, I corrected myself, flirting with. But only now I realized how I looked – with that messy hair and only with the sleeping Mickey Mouse T-shirt on that was barely covering my ass. I grinned realizing my ass was covered only with bikini on Sponge Bob. I sighed. After all, there was a chance he didn't notice. But I doubted it. I sighed again. At least I wasn't wearing thong.