Three days later Sam and I are dressed as the behind the scene workers of the airport. Our cousin's flight was due to disembark at any minute.

"Describe her to me again," I tell my little brother

"She has medium length brown hair, blue grey eyes and her ears are pierced," Sam told me.

"Kinda like that girl there?" I ask, pointing out a tall female. She'd just come off the plane and was looking confident as if she'd done it before.

"Yeah," Sam agrees and we walk over to the girl.

"Excuse me Miss but we were wondering if you were Naomi Jackson?" The girl nods.

"I'm Sam, this is Dean, we're going to get you out of here," My brother said.

"But I have to go through customs and border security before I enter the country," Naomi insisted "I know what happens to illegal immigrants. I've watched enough Border Patrol; I don't want to end up on it,"

"Yeah, well our line of work is difficult, it would be easier for both us and for you if you just disappeared, if you never made it into country," I tell her

"You want to kill me?" She asks "I finally meet the only living members of my biological family and they want to kill me,"

"We don't want to kill you. We just want to figureletivly kill you," Sam told her.

"I can handle a little not real death," Naomi agrees "But we will be getting my suitcases. They have everything I own that couldn't fit in my carry on,"

Naomi, Sam and I were sitting in the area for suitcases, waiting for Naomi's to either get unloaded or came out the back.

"So one is red the other has an orange tag that makes it quite recognizable," She tells us. She quickly scans the suitcases already out. She spots something and rushes forward. She picks up a grey suitcase with an orange tag. She then turns around and comes back to the hiding spot.

"And if it's anything I've learnt from years of travel, once you get one suitcase you wait for ages to get the others," She tells us

And she was right. It took us 30 minutes to get Naomi's other bag. In total it took us an hour to get out of the airport and back to the impala. We were currently sitting in the car on our way to the bunker. Naomi sat in the back seat, listening to a device and staring out the window. She groaned and pulled out her earphones. She fiddled with her device and put it into her backpack.

"So what is that difficult job you guys do?" She finally asks.

"Do you want to tell her Sammy or shall I?" Dean asks me.

"I'll tell her, you just keep your eyes on the road," I tell my older brother. I turn around to face Naomi.

"We're hunters,"

"So was Bruce, my step dad," She stated.

"Well we don't hunt deer and the like," I tell her.

"So what do you hunt?" She asks, confused.

"We hunt monsters, ghosts, demons and the like," I explain. She nods.

"That's it, just a nod?" Dean asks, looking into the mirror.

"I'm pretty open minded. Though I might want some proof to confirm that you aren't physios," Naomi explains "I've seen some weird stuff in the past few days. I think I can handle hunting the monster under my bed," Everyone went silent for a while. Dean and I both knew the reason why Naomi had come to live with us.

"You know how I'm dead but I'm actually not?" Naomi speaks up.

"Yeah," We both reply

"Well to make sure that Naomi Jackson isn't found alive, I was thinking about changing my name. Obviously not legally but as… my own personal witness protection," She explain "To something that is a tribute to those who have left me behind and I them,"

"That's fine by me;" Dean said "We lie a lot about who we are,"

"So what were you think of for your new name?" I ask

"I was thinking of AJ for the first name, The 'A' standing for Alyssa and the 'J' standing for Jackson. And for my last name I'm leaning towards Winchester, my mum's maiden name. She died when I was three,"

"Winchester is our last name. It's kinda feared by monsters and other hunters,"

"So My mum and your dad are siblings I'm guessing,"

"No wonder we've never heard about you then," Dean muttered "Our dad always kept secrets,"

"So did my mum,"