A/N: Sorry for not posting anything for a few days, I got a bit distracted by life. Anyways, I just finished writing the story so now all I have to do is upload it. I might do two today...

Supernatural is not mine...

Sam and Dean loaded the trunk of the Impala, anticipation building as the boys prepared for their first group hunt in almost a year. Up until then, they had been taking turns, going solo so that someone could stay with Jo. This weekend, however, was different. Jo was going to spend the entire weekend with a friend. They had three days of activities planned out but the actual schedule didn't matter because it allowed the old Winchester team to get back together. They hadn't chosen anything particularly taxing; Garth had tracked a malevolent spirit in the next state over. It was nice just to climb into the car and fall into the old routine.

Dean finished packing the trunk and slid into the driver's seat, looking at Sam, "You ready?"

Sam grinned widely, "Of course."

As Dean turned the music up to full blast, he caught a slight movement out of the corner of his eye. Further investigation showed no one else in the car, but Dean couldn't shake the nagging sense of dread he felt settle into the pit of his stomach.

A few hours of uninterrupted silence followed. It was a restful silence but Dean was glad when Sam finally cleared his throat to speak. Usually Sam was a chatterbox but it was obvious that he had something on his mind.

"Dean, are we ever gonna tell Jo about what we do? I'm sure she's asking herself some questions by now," Sam asked.

Dean thought about this. Did he really want Jo, his daughter, to be introduced to the nightmarish reality of their lives?

"No. There are days when I wish I didn't know about any of this. I'm not about to inflict that on Jo," Dean reasoned.

This seemed to be the answer that Sam expected. He turned and looked out of his window at the rolling landscape as it flashed outside his window.

Sam and Dean went about their usual routine, interrogating witnesses, breaking into the crime scene, and going over clues in their hotel room. Everything went normally but Dean was strangely on edge. While interrogating witnesses, he could have sworn he saw a familiar reflection in the glass of the questioning room. Dean calmed a bit while breaking into the crime scene until he thought he heard faint footsteps coming from behind him. Dean wasn't usually startled by strange noises but this noise was different enough that it set him on edge.

When they returned to their hotel room to review the facts, Sam had begun to notice Dean's strange behavior, "Dean are you okay?"

Dean stopped searching their room for a moment, "Yeah why?"

"Well I noticed that you seem to be a bit tense," Sam noted.

"I don't know Sam. I keep seeing things out of the corner of my eyes and I keep hearing strange noises. And not ghost noises either. I just can't shake the feeling that we're being followed," Dean explained.

Sam pondered this. Come to think of it, he had seen some weird things this hunt. Like things moving in his periphery, but he chose to ignore it because it didn't make any sense.

Sam's reverie was cut short when a loud sneeze ripped through the silence. Like a wild animal, Dean tore through the room until he found something underneath one of the beds, a place that he had checked at least three times previously. Carefully he dragged out the figure of a girl dressed in jeans and a hoodie.

The girl sniffled and slowly lifted her face to meet Sam and Dean, "Hey Dad, Uncle Sam."

Dean could feel the heat rising up in him and before he knew it he was yelling, "What are you doing here? Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be here right now?"

"No, I don't. How dangerous is it? What could you possibly be doing in such a 'dangerous' place?" Jo spat back.

Dean opened his mouth to say more but Sam put his hand on Dean's shoulder, "I told you she was asking questions. I think maybe the time had come for us to answer them."

The trio all sat around the small table in the corner of the room, different levels of unease settling on each of their faces.

Taking a deep breath, Sam began, "Your dad and I hunt things-"

"Like wild animals?" Jo interrupted.

Dean picked up where Sam had left off, "No. We hunt the stuff of nightmares: ghosts, werewolves, vampires, and things that go bump in the night."

"Yeah, right. You guys are regular Ghostbusters," Jo scoffed.

"You don't have to believe us, but you wanted to know the truth and this is it," Dean stated.

Jo mulled it over. She had thought that maybe she lived in a family of private investigators, but ghost hunters? That was ridiculous. But was it really? Some of the questions she had heard them ask back at the station were fairly odd but with this new information made perfect sense. Questions asking about cold spots and flickering lights now took on a completely different meaning. If she thought way back, she could remember stories her dad had used to tell her about fighting monsters and tricksters and angels. Except that was all they were, stories. But no matter how much she tried to deny it, all of the facts lined up. She lived in a family of ghost hunters. With this revelation there was only one thing she could do, "I want to come with you guys on this hunt. I want to see what you guys do."

Dean was incredulous, "No way. It's way too dangerous. I don't want to have to watch your butt in addition to Sam's."

Jo was about to shout in protest, but Sam silenced her with a look and calmly spoke, "Dean think about it. She's been following us all day, undetected. Don't you think that if she wants to tag along, she's going to whether we want her to or not?"

Dean fumed. Couldn't Sam see the disaster waiting with this plan? As he looked at his little girl, he was reminded once again of her namesake. Both were young and eager to grow up and be treated like an adult. The difference was, Dean knew how the first Jo's story ended and he swore to himself that the girl in front of him would not follow in her footsteps.

"Fine. She can come but she has to stay in the car. She'll see plenty of action from there and at least there she'll be safe," Dean stated with finality.