I quit a year ago. But every once in a while, I have a day that necessitates a trip down memory lane...

I sighed as I breathed out, watching the grey plume of smoke rise in front of me,savouring it. I had snuck out of my room in the motel to the garden out back (if that's what they were calling it...planting burnt - out cars now, are we?) I knew that if Sam or Dean caught me, I'd be in for it. Just then some branches snapped behind me.

'For God's sake...' I muttered, quickly stubbing out the cigarette, ready to defend my self if it was one of them.

'You promised me you had quit'

The familiar voice floated from the darkest corner of the yard. I breathed out in relief.

'John...you scared me. What did I tell you about sneaking up on me?'

'Sorry. Forgot' He stepped out of the shadows and I smiled, he held his hands forward and we hugged tightly.

'How you been keeping, little girl?' he asked softly, looking concerned.

I shrugged 'Not bad. You? Arthiritis setting in yet?'

He laughed and ruffled my hair. He was the only one that could get away with ruffling my hair.

'Cheeky. What are you chasing this time?'

'Unicorns. It's bad...got hit with a moonbeam yesterday'

He laughed. We had started walking slowly toward the motel and I could see him now. He looked tired. His blue eyes were darker than usual and salt and pepper stubble was a result of days at a time on the road, sleeping in his truck. He was a tall, well-built man with a kind expressive face. He had a heart of gold and a wit to match. He was the closest I had to family since Jas had died.

John was the reason I was still alive. He was a Hunter and had met Jas in New York when they had ended up working a job together. His wife had been killed by a demon when his sons were young, and thats the reason he became a Hunter. One of his sons was in college, while the other one seemed to be a bit of everything.They were sort of unofficial Hunters too, but I had never met them. He used to stay with Jas and I whenever he was in town, and was like an Uncle to me. He had looked out for us from the minute we had met. He had been there the night Jas had died, but hadn't managed to save him, even though he had fought tooth and nail for me. It haunted him. He had tried to get me to stay in New York, instead of becoming a fully fledged Hunter, but I couldn't. He always found me every few weeks or so, but I hadn't seen him in over a month.

We were still talking about the last job we had done together when I reached my door. I turned around.

'Hey, guess what?'

He smiled 'What?'

'I found some other kids to play with'

He looked hugely surprised. 'Well this I have to see' he muttered and I lead him down the corridor to Sam and Deans room.

I knocked, but got no answer so walked in. Their room had a balcony and I could hear them talking out there.

'Guys! I have a friend I want you to meet!'

I heard them getting up. Dean came in.

'Dean, this is J - '

'Dad?' Deans eyes had opened in shock and he stood there mouthing wordlessly. Sam came in and did the same. I stared at them.

'Guys, what the f - '

Before I knew it, both of them had run forward and all three were hugging each other tightly. John looked speechless, for the first time since I had met him.

A minute or so later,my head was spinning. I had no idea what had just happened.

Dean was standing in between John and I.

'Dad...you...Abbi...what the hell?...How do you...?'