Chapter 3! I'm on Holiday to Iceland next week so this will be my last update until March. Love xx

"You're Y/K?" the blonde glared up at you. He watched as your jaw clenched and your eyes cast down.

"You couldn't have told us this yesterday? It could have saved us some important time!" The youngest one stared up at you with a pained expression. Your eyes flashed as your gaze flew to meet his.

"Well excuse me for not readily agreeing to reveal my identity to a bunch of strangers who had just walked in!" you seethed. The one with blue eyes stared at you with a very serious expression. You frowned at him.

"The hell are you looking at blue eyes?" A frown creased across his handsome face as he appeared confused by your comment.

"Don't mind Cas, he's just not that used to –" leather jacket made a circling gesture with his hands. "- mingling." He finished lamely. You sighed heavily and sat down.

"Well what are your names, and what do you want?" You controlled your expression carefully and examined each man in front of you.

"Dean, Sam, Castiel." Leather jacket – Dean – pointed to each of them in turn. "We're here to talk to you about your father." You felt an unladylike snort escape before you could react.

"I don't have one."

"Everyone has a father, even me." Castiel said in his deep gravelly voice. You frowned at his odd statement.

"I don't have one." You repeated for good measure. "My mum had a one night stand and, oh look! Here I am." You crossed your arms in front of you and glared at a fixed spot on the table in front of you. You miss the shared glance between Sam and Dean. Dean cleared his throat.

"Well you did have a dad. Our dad. John Winchester. You're our…sister." You felt your pulse quicken as your gaze lifted to meet theirs. Your mouth opened slightly on its own accord.

"Sister. Dad. Yours. Mine." You processed their words slowly. Sam and Dean stared at you expectantly. "So…you're my brothers?" You look at the three of them.

"Yeah, well, not him." Sam glanced at Castiel.

"Yeah he's our friend." Dean interjected. Castiel shifted his gaze to the blonde.

"We have matters that are extremely important to discuss with you." You gape at blue eyes and stutter.

"I'm sorry?"

"You are forgiven." Cas smiled at you. You shake your head.

"No I mean, what do you mean. There are things more important than discovering I have family?" Castiel opened his mouth to speak but Dean jumped in quickly.

"Maybe we should take a walk." You frowned but reluctantly agreed. As you followed the boys out of the café you received some confused glances from the other customers. Known to most of the town as a loner you were going to have some explaining to do. You walked out into the fresh air and took a deep breath.

"So, what's so important that you had to come here from America to tell me?" You started walking in the direction of the river, your feet finding familiarity in your surroundings.

"You are in grave danger." Blue eyes, no Castiel, said solemnly. Your feet stopped.

"I'm in danger?" You looked around you at the crappy town that had been your home for the past two decades. You didn't think it was possible. Here you were well known. You were safe.

"Maybe we should do the talking Cas." Sam looked at you. A group of girls walked past, eyeing up the boys and casting confused glances at you. The boys didn't notice.

"We do a line of work that is…different." Sam started. "We're hunters." You frowned. Hunting wasn't that weird. In Scotland you hunt all sorts. Rabbit, Pheasant, Deer.

"We hunt the supernatural." Dean said bluntly. You pushed down the sigh that rose in your throat. Great. Your new found family were crackpots.

"Everything you thought wasn't real is." You pressed your lips together and nodded.

"Soo, Nessie, fairies, vampires etc?" You asked. The sooner you could get rid of these crazies the better. The boys nodded.

"All of that and more." You raised your eyebrows and nodded.

"Okay, so why am I in danger?" Sam and Dean shared a glance between them. For a moment you felt jealous. They were clearly close. Closer than you had been to anyone in years. They were raised as brothers. They could communicate with a look. You were alone.

"Angels are after you." Castiel said, his voice deep and gravelly. It might have been attractive if he wasn't insane.

"Angels." You said bluntly. "Aren't they supposed to be good?" You really needed a cigarette. You wondered if you could make it to the Police station if you sprinted. You eyed up how much longer their legs were. Probably not. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Some Angels are good, some are a pain in the ass. And some are just bad mother fuckers."

"Uh huh." You said not committedly.

"She doesn't believe any of this. She think your-" Castiel raised his fingers in the air to make quote marks "-crackpots, and crazies, she's debating whether or not to run to the Police station." Your jaw dropped as you stared into his blue, oh so fucking blue, eyes.

"How did you?" An uneasiness began to build in your stomach.

"Oh thank god!" Dean exclaimed. "You were taking this so well I was worried." In spite of yourself you grinned.

"I know this sounds crazy, and it's really hard to take in. But we're telling you the truth. Cas is an Angel. He can read thoughts." Your eyebrow quirked as you stared at the angel inquisitively.

"What no wings? No halo? I'm disappointed." His mouth drew into a straight line.

"That would be extremely conspicuous on Earth." You fought the urge to smirk. The guy had a point.

"So why are the holy non feathery angels after me?" You asked. Dean and Sam shuffled their feet.

"There's a sort of prophecy. A destiny. It has a lot to do with our bloodlines. Angels, Demons, good, bad – that kind of thing." Unable to handle any more you drew out your cigarette packet and lit one. The boys frowned.

"You smoke?" Sam asked.

"No, they just happened to be in my pocket." Dean grinned at your sarcasm and you inhaled deeply.

"So, hypothetically, if I buy into this and don't go to the Police; what happens now?"

"Well, you can come to America with us and we can keep you safe. You're our family after all. You can meet Bobby, he's sort of our adopted dad."

"Adopted dad? What happened to our real dad?" You tried hard to hide your disappointment. After years of not having a father you'd hoped to meet him and get to know him. Talk about daddy issues.

"Our dad went to Hell to saves Dean life." Sam stared down at you as your brows drew together.

"Right. Of course. That's normal." Dean shrugged.

"It's just the way it is. You with us or not?" You sighed heavily and studied each of them with a measured look.

"I can't believe I'm saying this. But yeah – I'm with you."