A/N: Alright, disclaimer, this first chapter is probably lowkey shit because it's setup, etc. Hope you all enjoy it anyway. Also, this chapter is shorter than subsequent chapters, so if this chapter is too long for your tastes then you're probably gonna be annoyed down the road.

Toodles,

-RustyMilk

CHAPTER THE FIRST

RYLEE POV

I'd like to get ahead of it all and just say, none of it was my fault. I didn't ask to be born into the most fucked up family on this planet and adopted by the second most fucked up one, but here I am. If I could have picked my situation, I'd have been born into the same family as Trin, enjoyed the occasional monster hunting, and spent the rest of my time doing donuts in my absolute beater of a truck with my song of the month blasting. Instead, I'm stuck in between the proverbial rock and a hard place- or rather, ghosts and supervillains. What can you do.

Bobby tells me that once upon a time, I had two brothers, a mother, a father- an entire family that loved me. All I've ever known is Tony- he loves me, I'm sure, but it's not like he has the time to do anything that families do. Selling and designing weapons is lucrative but time consuming, and I'm not about to waste my life away in his lab while he ignores me for a pile of sparking metal.

Bobby didn't think it was important to tell me about this family for all these years. His daughter, Trin and I spent all of our childhood and teenager years screwing around in his living room, and all that time he knew. Would my life have been better if I'd known? If I'd tracked them down? If I'd tried to reinsert myself back into their lives? Who knows, but I guess I'm about to find out how it's going to change my life now, because they've found me.

DEAN POV:

There are very few things in the world finer than a medium rare steak served up in good company. One of those things is a nice freshly baked apple pie. The other is the actual company it's served in. I'd just had the steak and the pie, but #3 was a little... , Jo, and Ash make for good conversation, but my eye was on the woman perched on the opposite end of the bar. Sam and I had a nice gap of time before we headed to check out that tip that the annual tech expo was haunted… I threw back my last shot, downed the last morsel of that perfectly cooked steak, and swaggered over to her.

"So… do you believe in love at first sight? Or should I walk by again?" I asked, leaning as casually as I could on my elbow. She smirked at me and mimicked my lean on the bar.

"Go ahead, I need practice hitting a moving target," she sassed, casually brushing back her leather jacket to reveal a .45 in a fairly worn holster. Definitely my type of chick. "I'll take that as a yes," I smirked, flagging Ellen down for another drink. "I'll have a beer, and this lovely lady will have…?" I turned to her.

"This 'lady' will have her regular, thank you very much," she said to Ellen, who nodded and gave her a warm smile.

"One shot of whiskey coming right up, Rye." I eyed the girl carefully- a hunter, a regular, and flannel? Likes whiskey? She could practically be a replica of me- definitely worth a little effort, even if she was playing hard to get. Just have to play it cool.

"Alright, 'Rye', I started, sipping on my beer. "You in town on a job, then?" She shook her head.
"Nah, I live here," she nodded to the other side of the restaurant. "Me and my friend just like hanging out here in between jobs. I'm guessing that's what you do as well, since I haven't seen you around here before?" She was talking to me, it was workinngggggg….

"Yeah, exactly. In fact, I'm about to head off on another job. Apparently, that smarmy expo that rich guy Stark puts on is in a haunted venu and so me and my brother are gonna go and fix that shit right up," I bragged. She suddenly sat up and took interest.

"The tech expo at the Jefferson center in New York?" She clarified, furrowing her brow.

"The very one." Mission successful, consider her impressed.

"That 'Rich guy' is my father and that 'smarmy expo' is run in part by me," she mused, downing her shot of whiskey in one go. I deflated.

"Well… you didn't notice it was haunted?" I asked. She shrugged.

"I'm gonna be there with full gear- not that it'll be easy to get a gun with salt rounds into a place like that, much less in NY, but hey, I AM partly in charge, so…." she hopped off her stool. "Besides, I'm pretty sure it's just rats." she smirked and turned to go to her friend. "Trin, you about done with that fuckin' burger?"

"Wait, wait!" I insisted, stopping short for a moment and forgetting what i was saying as I realized how straight up tiny she was… had to come barely up to my shoulders… no, definitely didn't even come up that far. I shook myself back into the situation- the problem at the center was most certainly not rats, not based on the witness reports. Had to be shapeshifters, by my guess, and lord knows how dangerous those could be. Someone this small? They'd need my help. "You should bring me and my brother along, we're really experienced with this stuff- we have gear too, if you could help us sneak it in…?" My eyes met hers.

"Mmm, what kind of gear?" she asked, intrigued.

"Oh, you know, the usual… shotguns with salt rounds, rifles, pistols, silver knives, the works," I smiled. "It's all in the trunk of that beauty," I pointed out the window at Baby.

I'm certain the whole restaurant could hear her jaw hit the floor.

"That's… your car?" she asked in a careful voice.

"Yep, she's a beauty, isn't she?"

"DON'T INSULT HER WITH SUCH AN UNDER-APPRECIATIVE WORD LIKE THAT! LOOK AT HER! OMG!" She gushed, enamored. Bingo! Her soft spot was cars!

"Well… since you and I are going to the same place… you could ride up with us… that is, if you want to," I smiled down at her. No way could she resist this. Sure enough, she was practically bursting with excitement.

"FUCK YEAH LETS GO!" she yelled, grabbing my arm and apparently forgetting her friend entirely… but that was for the best, I didn't want to get it on with company in someplace as enclosed as the car.

"Just a bit, I have to wait for my brother Sam to get back here before we can leave, he's doing some more freaking research at a time like this. Give him half an hour, tops." Damn, I forgot about Sam… I'd have to get him out of the way too… but in the meantime…

I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and lead her back to a table, away from her burger-munching friend, who fortunately still had her back to us. Jo and Ellen, for some reason, were both at the bar staring at us with an unreadable expression. I made a face at them and decided to ignore them. Rye's whole body language had changed, leaning into me and looking up with a very happy expression. Perfect time to make a move. I verrry smoothly brushed a piece of hair back behind her ear- that move never fails to work- and leaned in just a bit.

"Your ride's a 1967 Impala, isn't it?" she asked. Damn, still on the car. But, she wasn't acting put off by my moves, so….

"Mhm, you know it." I leaned in a bit closer, feeling her breath on my face.

"That's the fucking sexiest car in the world, I swear," she said in a hushed voice.

"It's not the only sexy thing here," I murmured, moving in for the kiss.

A flash of white- someone slapped me in the back of the head.

"Ellen? What the hell!?" I yelled. I was fucking… seconds away… Ellen looked pissed though, and Jo was right behind her.

"Dean Winchester, you do NOT kiss that girl, do you hear me?" she ordered. Wtf….?

"Oh, you're one of the Winchesters? Rye asked, surprised. "My friend knows you. Trin! Get over here!" she hollered at her friend, who dropped the burger and looked over… Oh. That Trin. Rye was friends with Bobby's daughter? That explains some things. Trin looked pissed when she saw that I still had my arm around Rye and stormed over.

"Uh… yeah, I'm a Winchester… Hey, listen, guys," I started to protest. "I'm an adult, she's an adult, we can kiss whoever we want. It's fine."

Ellen grabbed my ear and pulled me up into a standing position.

"Like hell you can. Go get some more drinks, Dean. Rylee, go on with Trin, we'll see you after the expo." Rylee wasn't having it either.

"Why?" She crossed her arms. "Ellen, this isn't like you- what's the big deal?" Ellen pursed her lips and shook her head. "I'm not leaving without a reason." I pulled myself away from Ellen's strong grasp and rubbed my sore ear.

"Yeah, what's the issue?" I insisted. "Just tell us." Ellen looked down.

"Not for me to tell."

"Well then, I guess I'll just kiss him," Rylee smiled, grabbing the front of my shirt and standing on tiptoe.

"HE'S YOUR BROTHER!"

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