September 13, 1999.

Bobby was finishing up a call, acting as John Winchesters superior officer –stupid county deputy actually thought he was from the CIA- when a young girl, must have been about nineteen, twenty maybe, walked down his drive way, holding a piece of paper in her hand, and carrying an old, torn, olive green duffel bag. She looked around at the empty shells in his junkyard, admiring some of the remains of once great cars. Then she looked up to the house and took a deep breath before heading up the stairs and knocking on the door.

"Look, I have an important meeting to get to, is that all you need officer?" he barked gruffly down the phone, and once he received the 'yes, of course, thank you for your time' he hung up. He sighed before grumbling the whole way to his door, pulling it open to reveal the girl.

She was younger than he thought. Her black hair was pulled back into a braid, Lara Croft style, and she wore plain jeans with a plain black shirt, and black converse sneakers.

"Robert? Robert Steven Singer?" She asked confidently, one eyebrow raised; Bobby scowled slightly.

"It's Bobby. What do you want?" He grouched, not wanting to have to deal with some crazy teenage runaway or some religious solicitor. He knew what his religious views were ; the devil is bad, demons are even worse, and he would kill every last one of 'em if he had the chance. The girl dropped the eyebrow and smiled genuinely up at him.

"Hi Bobby, I'm Cleo" She held out her hand for him to shake and he tilted his head, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, what do I care? Look, I don't have time to waste, I got a job to do" Cleo pulled back her hand and her face faltered a little bit, before she took a deep breath and nodded.

"Right, of course you do. I... I just... There isn't really a manual on how to say this..." She rubbed the back of her neck nervously.

"Just get on with it. Spit it out, girl" He growled, and she huffed a little bit, glaring at him for a second before taking a deep breath.

"I'm your niece in-law, and I kind of need your help" She blurted out, biting her lip when she had finished. Bobby just looked at her, figuring it out. Karen's brother only had two kids, both boys. Who was this girl, and what the heck did she think she was pulling?

"My brother in law has two sons, no girls" Bobby told her, starting to feel sorry for her; she obviously had the wrong person.

"Well, his mistress had a baby girl, now didn't she?" All pity evaporated within the second, and Bobby stared down at her.

"Pete had a mistress?" He asked, not doubtfully ; he knew Pete, and the man was about as moral as a fox.

"Yup, and when Annie found out, she kicked him out and swore to never talk to him, or his child or slut ever again. So, when I turned 18, and was free of their clutches, five days ago, I went to the only person who could help me. An uncle-in-law. Because, I know that you're also the only one who knows about the demons" She stared up at him with a shaky confidence, and pleaded him with her eyes. He stared at her for a long time. Taking in a teenager that was hardly related to him –not related at all if he thought about it- would mean a lot of trouble. But, she was 18, and that meant she could go wherever she wanted to.

"Alright, get in"

And that was how his first almost father relationship started.