Author's Note: I've always wanted to write a daughter fic, and this one seems to be flowing mostly. I realize I have a problem with finishing stories, as you might have noticed from the other three I have open. But I am working on Numb again, for those of you who enjoyed it. Still, this needed to get written, and I hope I get to stick with it. As always, I love hearing your thoughts. But be nice as I'm a sensitive soul.

Summary: Devin Winchester wants to be a hunter, just like her dad. In fact, she's just like him. Or is she?

Devin Winchester pounded the snooze button once again, ceasing the annoying drone of the alarm clock. Then she pulled the comforter up over her head, trying to ignore the world. Of course, in her seventeen years of existence, never once had it worked. Nor would it now.

"Devin Alexia Winchester, get your ass up now!" A brief pounding on her door followed. She groaned and pushed aside the covers. Then she opened her hazel-green eyes and stared at the ceiling. Why did school insist on starting earlier and earlier every year? Not to mention the day kept getting longer. But there was one bright spot to hold onto. It was her last year of hell. She just needed to make it through this, her senior year of high school, and she'd be done with it all.

At least, that was her plan. Her family thought differently. They wanted her to go to college, like Uncle Sam and Aunt Sarah had. Keep her safe, out of the danger her dad and Uncle Sam put themselves in all the time. The danger she wanted so badly to be a part of. Neither of them understood that in making sure she knew the truth, in teaching her how to defend herself, that she'd gotten a taste for the hunt. Her dream was to join them, and if that couldn't happen, then go off on her own. But they wanted her holed away in the middle of nowhere, just like always.

Dev sighed. Thinking about her future always got her depressed. Better to think of happy things. Like the new clothes she'd get to wear today. She smiled, perking up at the simple girly thing. Just because you knew how to kill a Wendigo, had salt and burned several spirits, and could bench 200 pounds didn't mean you couldn't look good doing it. Not to mention it would be the first time she'd wear the sexy leather jacket her dad had gotten her as an early birthday present. So she jumped up and ran to her closet, trying to decide what looked best with black leather.

Twenty minutes later she was showered and dressed. She'd gone with a red tank and cute embroidered jeans. It had taken her only a second to realize the jacket went with everything. She took a moment to admire the look in her mirror as she applied the make-up basics. At 153 pounds no one would call her skinny, but she wasn't overweight either, because she'd inherited some of her father's height, standing at 5'7". She was tall, curvy, and well endowed. The last two of which she knew from pictures she'd gotten from her mother. Another was her pretty mahogany hair that fell in waves halfway down her back. Everyone at school always commented on how gorgeous she was. Particularly the boys.

Too bad she still hadn't been kissed.

As she hefted her messenger bag and headed out of her room she spotted the reason for this coming out of the living room. The thought brought a scowl to her pretty face, which only caused confusion in her father's. "Alright, what did I do this time?" Dean Winchester demanded of his daughter.

"Nothing Daddy," she said, reaching up to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for getting up early to make sure I'm not late for my first day." Not that she would have complained. Tardiness was something her teachers always came to expect. Sometimes hunting took her father and uncle away during the school week, and even though Sarah was there to stay with her, she always had a problem getting Devin up in the morning. Dev was a definite night owl. So more often than not she got up right around the time homeroom started, and didn't get there until second period.

"No problem, sweetheart. Now go get something to eat before we leave." He started to nudge her, but stopped when she shook her head.

"I don't eat breakfast on the first day of school, remember?" It sounded stupid, but there was reason behind it. It had started on her first day of kindergarten, when both she and Dean were panicking about her going off without him. He'd tried to play the good parent and make sure she went off with a meal in her stomach. Only just before the school bus arrived she'd gotten violently sick from all the anxiety. It didn't happen again until her first day of first grade, when it occurred exactly the same. And again on the first day of second. After that she didn't eat breakfast on the first day of the new school year, until she foolishly forgot on her first day of middle school. That time she'd actually made it onto the bus before her stomach revolted. The embarrassment of that got her through those three years, but they tried once more at the beginning of ninth. That year she didn't even finish getting everything down. So she definitely wouldn't be eating that morning.

Dean winced as he recalled all the incidents as well. "Sorry, I forgot. Let's get going then." He grabbed his own leather jacket before heading out the door. Dev followed, locking up behind them. Then she smiled as she reached Helena, her father's old, but faithful, Chevy Impala. He didn't call the car anything but Baby. Still, he'd always thought her name for the Impala worked. She had after all gotten her love of cars from him. Uncle Sam just shook his head at them both.

Livingston High was only a mile and a half from their house, which was good on the days Devin had to walk. But now it meant she just got there sooner. It sucked, because the best times she had with her father usually occurred when they were in or working on Helena. Thinking the same, Dean reached out to run a hand over her dark red-brown hair. "Have a good day kid. And stay out of trouble."

Devin's eyes, so like her father's, glittered with mischief. "I'll try Dad, but I can't make any promises." Before he could make another comment she leaned over and kissed his cheek once again. "See ya later Daddy." Then she rushed out of the car, searching for her friends. She heard Helena's engine rev before her father drove off to work.

"Hey Dev, over here!" The call came from the little courtyard near the parking lot. She looked over to see her two best friends, Alyssa and Landon, waving her to them. Her grin bloomed as she ran over to hug them. "Damn, girl, that jacket is totally hot. You have to let me borrow it." The comment came from Landon, the only one of the group with the Y chromosome, even if you'd never know it. He was tall, skinny, and gay. And they loved him for it.

Dev gave him a "you did not just ask me that" look and said "Not in this lifetime."

Alyssa laughed. She was the smallest of them, and a little on the chubby side. But it had never mattered, because she had a heart of gold. If Devin was the protective one who beat up the bad guys, Lyss was the healer who patched up your hurts, whether they were physical or emotional. You couldn't not lover her. "So here we are, first day of our last year. What should we do?"

The three looked at each other for a moment, then said in unison "Get it over with."