Chapter One

I first met the Winchester brothers when I was eleven years old, Sam was twelve and Dean sixteen. My parents were hunters; Dad had been a hunter all his life, just like me. He saved my mom when they were teenagers and fell in love. With my mom's family gone she decided to leave with my Dad, they got married shortly after and had me soon after that.

My parents had met John Winchester early in his hunting career, while my mother was pregnant with me. She watched over Sam and Dean while my father and John hunted the demon of the week together. They stayed in touch after that.

Eleven years later John called my parents for help with a particularly nasty demon. So we finished up and headed to Michigan to help out. The Winchesters were staying in a motel in a small town on the outskirts of the state. The demon was a couple of towns over.

"Are we there yet?" I asked, leaning over my mother's seat so that I could look out of the windshield.

"Not yet baby girl," Dad grinned at me. He lifted a hand off the steering wheel and ruffled my bangs. "Sit back kiddo, we'll be there soon."

I slumped back in my seat and sighed. I'd heard stories about John Winchester, that he was a great hunter. I couldn't wait to meet the man himself; he was sort of my hero. Mostly because on the job when he met my parents he saved my father. If it hadn't been for him, my mother would have had to raise me on her own.

I was silent for the rest of the journey to the motel, watching the world go by through the window. Dad hadn't been lying when he said we were almost there. Twenty minutes later they were pulling up outside reception. Mom jumped out of the car and went in to book a room for us while Dad parked the car.

"We're in room eight," she told us when she returned. I was already helping Dad unload the bags from the trunk.

"Good, we'll get settled in the room then I'll call John to let him know we're here. His car's not in the lot so he must be out."

With the car unloaded we carried the bags to our room. The inside was basic, but then they always were. It had a small sitting area and kitchenette. 3 doors lay open on the opposite wall, one led to a bathroom, the other two to bedrooms. One bedroom had a double bed; the other was basically a cupboard with a single bed pushed up against the wall in the corner.

"Well it's hardly The Ritz, but it'll do," Mom smiled. "Sweetie, go put your bag in your room, then we'll see about getting something to eat."

"Ok Mommy," I responded. Doing as I was told, I carried my duffle bag into the small room and sat it on the bed. From inside the bag I removed a small revolver, which I placed under my pillow and a sawed off shotgun that I hid in the drawer of the small bedside table.

Once I was finished I went back out into the main room. Mom was sitting on the small, worn loveseat while Dad sat at the dining table; he was talking on his phone. I went to sit by my Mom, she pulled me against her side and swept my bangs away from my face.

"How you doing sweetie?" she asked, her cheek pressed against my hair.

"I'm fine Mommy," I assured her. "The job that Mr Winchester wants your help with, is it dangerous?"

"Every job we take is dangerous baby," she told me. "I promise though that we'll be careful and we'll come back to you ok?"

"Ok Mommy," I smiled, trying to be brave. The truth was that every time my parents left I was terrified. I was always scared that they weren't going to come home.

"You'll stay here; Dean is going to watch over you for us."

"When are you leaving?"

"First thing in the morning." It was my father that answered. He'd hung up the phone and got up to sit on the coffee table in front of us. "John and the boys are out getting some food, they're going to bring us back something to eat. We'll all eat here then you and the boys will go back to their room while we talk to John for a bit."

I nodded. I felt a little nervous meeting Sam and Dean, I was home schooled by my Mom so I hadn't spent a lot of time around people my age, especially boys. In fact the only other girl I knew was Jo; she was the daughter of a friend of my parents.

It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door. The Winchesters had arrived. Mom opened the door to let them in, with them came the smell of burgers and fries as well as the strong smell of onions. I looked up at the three men that entered.

John Winchester was tall, with dark hair and a handsome face. The youngest boy, Sam was short and slim; his dark brown eyes were serious. Then there was Dean, he was tall, with green eyes and a cheeky grin. Even at eleven I knew that he had the power to break a lot of hearts.

"John!" my Mom beamed, hugging the man. "It's good to see you."

"Julia, it's good to see you too, you look great," John smiled back, returning her hug. He then turned to my Dad. "Paul it's been a while."

"Too long," Dad agreed, shaking John's hand.

"This must be Sam and Dean," Mom grinned at the two boys. "Wow look how much you've grown. I haven't see you since Sam was a baby."

"Boys this is Julia and Paul James," John introduced them.

"This is our daughter," Dad told them, gesturing to where I still sat on the sofa. "Lux this is John Winchester and his sons."

"Hello," I smiled shyly, getting to my feet. I stepped forward and shook John's hand like my father had. "It's a pleasure to meet you Mr Winchester."

"You too," John nodded. "You can call me John."

I nodded, then for the first time I turned to the brothers and smiled.

TBC…