AN: In case anybody is wondering, I'm trying to fit this story in between 4.19 and 5.22 somewhere. Some details are changed from the canon of course, but hopefully not too much.

Disclaimer: Things I own: "Lucy Redmond" and the storyline involving her.

Things I do not own: Everything else, Supernatural, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, etc.

Chapter Two

"He was a monster hunter."

I bit down on the inside of my cheek, slowly giving a nod, contemplating how to take this. I could have just plain and simply told my mother that she was crazy and I was going to call the doctor. However, that's not what I did.

"A monster hunter."

"Yes." She let out a breath of relief, mistaking my hesitance for acceptance.

"You know how crazy that sounds right?"

"I know, yes, but it's true I swear! Come here." She grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom, a room I had not ventured in since I was six.

*Meanwhile in a random motel*

Dean had flopped himself down on one of the beds, crossing his feet at the ankles and diving into a greasy cheeseburger.

Sam had situated himself at the table with the laptop. "So whataya think?"

"Think about what?" Dean asked.

"The girl, the phone calls. How many other children did Dad have? How many half siblings do you think are out there for us to find?" Sam had been the one to finally listen to all the voicemails Miss Redmond had left on their dad's old cell. Dean had brushed it off, claiming that the old woman was crazy. From what they had seen at her house, he might not have been wrong.

"We got proof that Adam was really Dad's son, so I'm sure there'll be proof that this Lucy kid is too. No proof, not our sister. Easy as pie." Even though Dean had said most of that with burger in his mouth, Sam was able to decipher it.

Sam wasn't able to think about the situation so cut and dry the way Dean could sometimes. He frowned but dropped the subject, opting to research the monster they might have had on their hands that week.

"What the hell is all this?" I wasn't sure what my mother was showing me. There were a couple photos of her and my father, but there was also a drawing of a brain and information about stabbing foxes in the heart. My mother showed me her collection of silver knives and silver bullets. I didn't even know she bought a gun! There was salt along the edges of the walls and floors, along the window sill, and there was even a circle of salt around her bed. What my mom was telling me, about monsters, hunting monsters, and how to protect yourself from monsters, sounded like new age crap. "How is a monster supposed to be afraid of table salt?"

"Lucy… There's a monster in town. It's been stalking the house, and I swear it's been in the house. You'll be taking the week off of school while your father's friends take care of it." I looked in her eyes and I saw something I don't think I've ever seen from her before. Fear. I saw fear in my mother's eyes. Even though I didn't believe in all this supernatural mumbo jumbo, I wanted to be there for her. I wanted her fear to go away. If that meant delaying the phone call to the doctor, then so be it.

"Okay."

The next day my mom actually left her room. We watched tv together until dinner time, and we played a board game after that. I told her I should check my emails and see if I had any homework, but she had a hard time letting me go. She said she felt like things were getting better, like things were going to be okay now, and she was afraid the longer we were apart, the worse it would get. At the time I thought she was being silly, but looking back on it now, I wish I would have stayed in the living room with her.

I had just sat down at the desk in my room and opened my laptop when I heard the crash. My heart was racing and I couldn't hear anything but blood rushing through my ears. I dashed back to the living room, but she wasn't there. My mom was gone, and in her wake there was a flipped table, broken glass, and blood. I hadn't even heard if she had screamed.

"Mom? MOM? MOM!" I yelled for her as I ran around like a headless chicken. I knelt down next to the living room mess and I think I started rocking back and forth. I don't know how long I was crying and reaching for her in the glass, but eventually I grabbed the FBI agents' business card out of my pocket and dialed the number. It was a while before anyone showed up, but I did hear them knock. It was a normal knock, and then a harder and more rushed knock. Finally they kicked the door open and ran inside, shouting out my name. It took the sheepdog guy a couple tries to get me to focus on him instead of the blood on the carpet, but he managed. Green-Eyes was looking around the house, looking for clues or something, and came back to the living room with all the stuff my mother had shown me earlier that day.

"Dude, Sammy, you gotta check out the mom's room. Salt everywhere. EVERYWHERE."

"She knows there's something going on huh?"

"Ah, yeah. Check this out." He handed 'Sammy' the photo of my parents.

"Oh my god."

"What?" My first intelligible words for the past hour or so rang loudly in my own ears. "What?"

I thought that maybe they saw something in the photo that would help them find my mom. I desperately hoped that was the case. Instead, they got sidetracked onto something we could have talked about at a later time.

"Is this your dad? Your biological father, is this that guy?"

"…Yeah."

In the back of their minds, they were searching for proof that I was the daughter of John Winchester. If they had just asked, I would have told them so, but they wanted something tangible. A photograph wasn't very official, but it was official enough for them.

"F-uck! How many siblings do we have Dean?" Of course I didn't know Sammy Sheepdog very well, but just from the awkward way he said it, I'm sure he wasn't used to dropping the F-bomb.

"How am I supposed to know? The guy mighta been Ghengis Khan for all we know. Jeez Dad." The two of them seemed to have a mini conversation through their stares, but I had a more pressing matter for them to think about.

"Um. Guys. Can you just find my mom?" My voice was cracked, and I sounded like a baby, but it got their attention.

"Oh. Sorry." Sammy Sheepdog turned back to me as Dean threw his hands up into the air. "Do you have any idea where your mom might be?"

I shook my head. She was gone, that was all I knew.

"Sammy take a look at this other stuff." The boys huddled over the rest of my mom's mumbo jumbo. "Kitsune?"

"Looks like a Kitsune to me. They're usually smarter than this aren't they? More sneaky?" Sam questioned as he lead the way back to the front door.

"Maybe, maybe not. Let's go see if that doctor has any more information for us." Dean stormed off behind Sammy, but I stormed along with him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Dean chastised me as he saw me walking out to their car with them.

"Don't leave me here. Alone. I'll stay in the car I swear. Just. I can't." I wanted to make sure they found my mom. I needed to know if she was okay first hand, not after the fact. Dean was ready to kick my butt back to the house, but Sam stopped him.

"It might come back for her while we're gone. Maybe there's two of them, you never know. If she's in the car, we know where she is." I was starting to like Sam's thinking. It was more collected than my own at the time at least.

Dean frowned and mumbled something under his breath, but he whipped around with a "Fine! But you are staying in. the. Car."