Grabbing her jacket off the coat rack, Luciana went into the kitchen, where Bobby and Dean looked like they were going into some deep conversation. As much as she would've respected whatever discussion the two were getting themselves into, Luciana couldn't help but detect something a tad off about Dean's demeanor. His usual cocky, smart ass-like attitude seemed almost forced. She just couldn't stand to be in the house while Dean was there, for that reason and something else she couldn't quite explain.

"I'm going shopping," she announced, interrupting whatever they were discussing. "Do you need me to pick up anything?"

Bobby and Dean looked at Luciana for a moment before looking at each other. "Would I be able to get a pie?" Dean asked.

Luciana couldn't help but let out a humored scoff. "Winchester, you and I both know you'll be gone when I get back," she exclaimed.

"Not when it comes to pie."

Luciana always found it humorous how devoted Dean was to pie; it was the one thing he loved that probably rivalled his affection for beer and his Impala. The thought of how much Dean adored his Impala—which he nicknamed "Baby"—was something Luciana couldn't even comprehend.

"I'll get you pie if you let me drive Baby," she suggested.

"No chance, sweetheart." Dean leaned on Bobby's counter, folding his arms across his chest. "No one drives Baby but me."

"I guess you're not getting any pie." A pout spread across Dean's face, causing Luciana to roll her eyes and let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine, I'll get you pie. But I'm picking."

"You're the best, Luci."

"I know." Luciana's gaze went to Bobby. "You need anything, old man?"

In the years since Luciana had started living with Bobby, despite how she considered herself his daughter, Luciana just couldn't bring herself to call him "dad", or anything along those lines. For her, it didn't feel right. So she would either call him by his name or, in a harmlessly affectionate manner, "old man". It wasn't like Bobby was complaining her anything.

"If you could pick up some more beer," he suggested.

Luciana arched a brow at him. "You've got plenty of beer," she exclaimed.

"You asked what I wanted, didn't you?"

Giving her head a slight shake, Luciana mumbled an incoherent answer before shoving her arms into her jacket. She knew that Bobby could be a little gruff, but he wasn't doing so in a harsh manner. It was just his personality.

"Be careful, OK?" There was a firmness in Bobby's voice that Luciana knew all too well—it was his "fatherly" tone.

"Will do."

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Taking one of Bobby's old cars, Luciana felt herself drifting in and out of her thoughts. It happened on occasion. But, for some unknown reason, Luciana just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something really off about Dean's behavior; not to mention that, over the last couple weeks, Bobby had started acting a little differently, too. He was acting as if every time she went out, something awful would happen to her. Whenever it was brought to his attention, Bobby brushed it off.

Hunters have their secrets, she thought. That's what he taught me. I always knew that. But...is there something he knows about me that I don't?

For the most part, Bobby seemed to be pretty open about his and Luciana's relationship: Luciana's mother had given her up when she was an infant; since that day, there has been absolutely no contact between Bobby or Luciana's mother.

It didn't bother her much, not knowing who her real mother was or that Bobby wasn't an actual blood relative; as far as Luciana was concerned, he was the closest thing to family she'd ever get.

But that didn't mean she didn't get worried about all the other things Bobby could possibly know on her.

Hunters keep secrets for a number of reasons, but there are two main reasons you need to understand—hunters use what they have against you for their own personal benefit or to keep you safe.

That had been Bobby's statement that stuck with Luciana since an early age. The thought that there were people—whether they were hunters or not—that would use intensely personal information on someone against them not only made a chill run up Luciana's spine but a sting of anger rush through her.

Would he use whatever unknown knowledge he had on her against her?

Don't be so ridiculous, she thought irritably. He'd never do anything like that; he's the closest thing you have to a family! He's pretty much your father. Why would he do that?

Luciana swallowed thickly.

-0-0-0-0-

"What do you think?"

There was an appreciative sound before a nod in approval. "She's still immature," was the response before a lengthy pause, "but I know she'll improve greatly." An almost wry smile. "Do you think she's ready?"

A slight shrug. "Like you said, she's still immature."

Another lengthy pause.

"She'll be useful, Meg." His smile broadened. "All she needs is the right push."

-0-0-0-0-

By the time Luciana made it back to Bobby's, she let out a small sigh. The Impala was still parked in the driveway, which made Luciana give a small, airy chuckle. He wasn't joking about wanting that pie. Grabbing the grocery bags, she unlocked the front door before slamming it shut behind her.

"Guys?" she called.

There was a long silence before Dean answered. "In the kitchen." Going into the kitchen, she saw Dean and Bobby sitting at the kitchen table, looking almost somber—an expression she's seen plenty in regards to Bobby, but not so often with Dean. "What's wrong?" she asked, putting the bags down. "You guys act like you're going to a funeral."

"It's nothing, Lu," Bobby said.

"I'm a big girl, Bobby." Luciana gave him a dry look. "I understand your concern, but honestly..."

"Lu, sweetheart, it's fine." Dean's voice cut in before Bobby had the chance to say anything. "It's nothing you should worry yourself over." Standing up from the kitchen table, Dean gave a single nod in Bobby's direction before giving Luciana a brief hug. "I'll see you around, OK?" he asked, looking down at her.

Sighing, Luciana handed him a container holding a slice of apple pie. "It was all I could find," she said.

"Lu, what would I do without you?" he exclaimed, the brightest smile coming across his face.

"Drown yourself in booze and pie."

Chuckling, Dean put a hand on Luciana's shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze before leaving; the front door echoing behind him once it closed.

Neither Bobby nor Luciana said a word for a few minutes after Dean left. Bobby looked distracted; Luciana was trying to figure out what to say. "I just need to ask you something," she said, after finding the courage to find her words. "Is there anything I don't know?"

"About what?"

"Me. My mother. My father."

"I told you everything I know."

"You have. But I can't shake the feeling you're hiding something from me." There was desperation in Luciana's voice, something that rarely ever occurred. "All you told me was that my mother gave me up. There has to be more, Bobby. That can't be it."

Standing up from his seat, Bobby walked over and looked at Luciana carefully. Seeing her all grown up made his heart clench, but knowing what he knew about her made him horrible. "I'll tell you, don't worry," he said, "but I need time to figure it out."

That was probably the only time in Luciana's life she heard Bobby say something like that. He was always straight to the point, not hesitating to let anyone know how he felt.

A feeling of dread filled her.

(A/N):

I know, I know—it took far too long for this chapter to be put up; but here it is! Hopefully it was interesting for you guys. Let me know what you think, OK?

Nothing in the SPN universe is mine.

I really hope you guys are patient (and understanding) with the fact that I'm kinda new to this fandom. I'm almost done with season 2, and I know that season 12 started up not too long ago; so if you guys could help me through anything that seems like I'm struggling with, I would appreciate it. If I'm not getting the characters 100% right, just give me some tips on how to improve on it. If I'm getting a certain plot wrong, just give me a heads up. From what I can tell, the SPN fandom is huge and very passionate (and protective) of the characters and everything about the show altogether. Don't be too harsh, I'm trying my best. Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Let me know if there's anything I can improve on.

Thank you.

Jasper