Dean must have flipped through the pages of his father's journal countless times, and could have sworn he'd read every word written in it. So... it surprised him a little when he found a folded up page taped into the pocket in the back. His brow furrowed as he carefully pried the thing free and noticed that the paper seemed too thick to just be a written note. The last time he'd uncovered one of his father's secrets... it lead to the news that he had a half-brother out there. His hands shook just a little as he carefully unfolded the paper. As he opened the page, a small wallet sized photo fell onto the table top. Dean closed his eyes and cursed inwardly. What was this, another life half lived somewhere else? More unknown family that he'd abandoned? Taking a deep breath he opened his eyes and picked up the photo. Furrowing his brow he pulled the small photo in for a closer look. Something about it was familiar, and yet it was foreign at the same time. The photo was of Bobby, John, and two young women. The photo was slightly faded, and torn at the edges, but still clear enough to see the faces. Those faces that he couldn't place, but had some strange recognition of. Shaking his head a little, he flipped the photo over hoping to find the answer to his question. Nothing. There was nothing on the back. Not a date, not a name, not even a location. Shrugging he set the photo down and looked the paper over that it had been stored in. The writing was Bobby's...

there were happy days... don't forget them.

JC & OC

you once told me that family isn't just about blood relations.

"what the hell..." Dean muttered as he flipped the paper over, hoping to find more information... but there was nothing. He looked at the photo again. Something about the two girls in the photo pulled at a memory he couldn't access. Something he'd buried so deep in his brain that even a visual reminder couldn't pull it back up. Were these girls related to Bobby? Were they related to John? Just who the hell were these two girls... clearly they were important, but why had he never heard about them? With a sigh he realized that his dad had hidden a second life from them for decades, so why would this have ever been brought up. But Bobby though... he usually didn't keep the big secrets.

Dean heard a car door close and shortly after, the front door opened and closed. He paused for a moment and contemplated tucking this back where he found it, but curiosity got the better of him. He wasn't sure if it was Sam that had come back with beer and burgers, or Bobby that had come back with salt and holy water.

"Dean?" came Sam's voice from down the hall.

"In here" Dean called out to Sam, leaning back in the chair.

"hey" Sam said as he walked into the room "so they only had light beer… " he said as he set one down on the table.

Raising an eyebrow he looked at what was laying on the table. "What's that?"

"Found it in Dad's journal" Dean said and held up the paper and photo. "I've no idea who they are"

Sam took the small photo and paper and frowned as he read the note in Bobby's handwriting. "OC and JC? What does that mean?" He asked and then looked at the picture.

Dean went to pick up the bottle of beer and scoffed as he saw the label. "Light beer?"

"yeah… I told you that's all they had"

"no you didn't"

"yes I di-" Sam started, but then something in the photo caught his attention. "I think… I think I've seen this girl before" he said as he set the photo down and pointed at the taller of the two. "or if not, it was someone who could be her twin…" Sam said and then started flipping through the journal, looking for one particular entry. Finding the page he was after, he pushed it in front of Dean.

Dean raised a brow when Sam told him he'd seen one of the girls before. He lifted the beer to his lips as Sam started flipping the pages of the journal, taking a long drink, he gagged a little as the aftertaste of the light beer hit him. "ugh… light beer…" he muttered to himself and then leaned forward when Sam pushed the journal in front of him.

"Remember this?" Sam asked.

"Jersey? When the hell would we have gone to wipe out vampires in Jersey?" Dean asked as he started to re-read what was written on the page.

"Two weeks before I left for Stanford. I had just graduated, and Dad told me that I had to go on one last hunt before I left it all behind."

"Wait… yeah… I remember that. You were 19. Dad took off, as usual, and I ended up dragging you to a bar…" Dean let his words trail off and closed his eyes tight for a moment, like the memory was running away faster than he could remember it.

"Yeah, you did. Remember anything else from that place?"

Dean's eyes shot open and he looked up at Sam "there was that hot stripper that kept her eyes on you…"

Sam just smiled and nodded and pointed down to the photo. "Yup, I'm pretty sure that was her…"

The confusion that fell over Dean's face was comical. "Naw, couldn't be. That chick was pale as a vamp and had short black hair. This chick has long red hair and…" Dean picked up the photo again and held it so that his fingers covered up her hair. "Holy. Shit"

"Yeah. Like I said, it was either her or her twin" Sam stated and took a drink from his own beer.

"Wait… how the hell did you figure that out? I mean, we only saw her for what… like 20 minutes on that stage?" Dean asked him and took another swig from the beer in his hand, waiting for Sam's answer. When he didn't get one, he looked at Sam with a raised brow. "you did only see her for like 20 minutes on stage… didn't you?"

Sam pursed his lips and looked away as he tried to figure out how to answer that.

"wait… you didn't..." Dean started and then chuckled. "You telling me that at some point that night, you found time to hook up with the stripper?!"

"You and Dad took off for 2 hours. She'd been in the room next door…" Sam muttered and picked the photo up again.

"You sly dog you!" Dean said and laughed.

"I was 19 and headed to college… You're the one who got me drunk. Still don't know why she's in this photo though…" Sam said and handed the photo back to Dean. "maybe we should ask Bobby"

"Damn Sammy… I can't believe you kept that to yourself all these years."

"She'd told me her name was…" He paused and took a deep breath. "Morgan. I think, so I really don't know what the note is in reference too. You'd think that Bobby would have told us at some point.

"Yeah, well, neither Dad nor Bobby managed to tell us about Dad's other family, so why would he have told us about another… other… family" Dean said and shook his head. Too many other families to keep track of these days.

"Maybe they weren't Dad's. Maybe it's Bobby's hidden other life…" Sam said and shrugged. "what? He did have another life before you and I got dropped into it" Sam said and with that he walked away toward the kitchen.

"Maybe. Still, something about this whole thing is bugging the crap out of me…" Dean said and closed the journal, but left the photo, and letter, sitting on top of it.