'The Winchester never have normal reunions.' That is what was running through Angel's mind as she watched her brother slap bags of frozen veggies on the bruises on their faces.

Memories of all their reunions ran through her mind; when they went to get Sam from school to ask for help in finding their dad.

The brief time they spent with their father before he died.

Sam being brought back from the dead when Dean sold his soul.

Her realizing that it was really Dean when he came back from hell.

Now this one. Sam back from hell and Dean back in the hunting game.

"I guess we did deserve it Sammy." Dean groaned as removed the bag from his eye to inspect the damage.

"Speak for yourself Dean. I got my nose broken, AGAIN!"

"Please you big babies, just call Cas when you leave here and have him heal you if you're in pain and yes, he knows all about us." She jerked her thumb to Alcide who stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders and ignoring the glares her brothers where giving him. "And don't try to kick his ass either cause you will lose." She advised.

"How do you know? Just cause he's bigger them Sam don't mean shit."

"Dean, trust me on this. He will kick your ass. It don't matter that we all did time in the joint." She looked back and saw Alcide's shocked look. "Crap! I knew I forgot to mention something.!"

"You've all been to jail." He said in astonishment rather then questioning.

"I've been arrested more time then I can count." Dean gloated.

"Not something I would brag about Dean." Angel mumbled and looked up at Alcide with her 'I'll tell ya later' look. He was used to that look after dating her for almost two weeks.

"You look like you need to catch up, so I'll see ya later ba...Angel." He had to stop himself from calling her 'babe'. He was also had to refrain from kissing her goodbye which felt like a punch to the stomach.

Angel watched as her boyfriend left the house. He had been able to get everyone else to leave earlier saying Dean was her brother and Sam was a cousin who needed some consulting on a job.

"How does he treat you?" Dean inquired once Alcide's truck had pulled away.

"You mean how did he take the news? To answer both questions: he took the news better then most would and he treats me great."

"Angie, you're my baby sister. Part of my job is to judge boyfriends and since this is the first, I'm overprotective. Sam is too." He pointed over to the tallest member of the group.

"Really? Cause in the time you've both been here, he looks like he'd rather be elsewhere."

"Well you see..."

"I don't have my soul." Sam interrupted.

"Subtle Sam. Real Subtle." Dean mumbled

"What do you mean 'you don't have your soul?'" Angel nearing screamed

"It seems that when Crowley pulled him and Samuel out..." Dean started to explain.

"Wait! Samuel? Like your dead grandfather, Samuel? Was brought back too, by Crowley?"

"That was about my reaction too baby girl." Dean said with a light smirk.

Running a hand through her hair she hissed "Anything else I need to know before I ask you guys to leave?" She knew by the look on her brother's faces when they glanced at each other, then at her, she wasn't gonna like the answer.

Angel laid her new queen sized mattress still absorbing what the guys had told her hours earlier. Alcide had come back not even five minutes after her brothers left, saying he just had a feeling she needed him.

"Babe? You hungry at all?" He walked into the sky blue painted bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching up to rub her back.

"Not really."

"What happened today?"

Taking a deep breath she held back tears as she looked up him and he wiped at the tears spilling from her eyes. "I was adopted."

"Yeah. I know. Your dad took you in and raised you.."

"No I mean, the parents who raised me first also adopted me. My real parents are dead and I'm a Colt."

"Colt? As in the guy who made that gun you told me about?" He held her tight as she nodded. One hand rest at the back of her neck while he had one arm wrapped around her waist. "I wish I could take away your pain babe."

"You being here helps." She nestled closer to his chest and signed as his arms tightened around her.

Alcide woke up in her bed, minus his plaid shirt and Angel.

"Babe?" he softly called out. He rolled off the mattress and out of the room. He heard faint whispering coming from the spare bedroom she was using to stow all her weapons and books.

"Did you know about me? Being a Colt?" he heard her voice and she sounded hurt.

"I knew you were descendent from some hunter. I also knew the couple who took you in hon." He heard a man's voice. It was a bit deep but the way he said 'hon', it sounded fatherly.

"Why didn't you tell me dad? Didn't I deserve to know?"

"I wanted to tell you baby girl, believe me I did, but I didn't want you to go looking for answers you were never going to find.

The couple who took you in was part of a group of guardians who protected the children of fallen hunters and swore to keep them safe till death."

"Why didn't my..." she stopped herself from saying parents "Why didn't Peter and Susan take weapons with us that day? They were hunters. Did they not suspect a Wendigo?"

"They were technically retired. They retired the night they took you in. And you were a kid. It'd be difficult to explain why mom and dad would bring a flame thrower or a flare gun.

Now why don't you have your man come in here so I can talk to him." John said causing Alcide to become very nervous.

"Alcide could you please come in here? Apparently my dad wants to talk to you." Angel called out to the hall.

The ghost of John Winchester looked at the man who had stolen his daughter's heart. He was a large man; about 6'5, towering over his 6'2 frame.

"John Winchester." He introduced himself.

"Alcide Herveaux. Nice to meet you sir." John could tell the guy was weirded out by this meeting.

"I summoned my dad so we could talk about my situation."

"Summoned?" Alcide looked down at his girlfriend then looked around the room and saw an open book on fold up podium and a symbol drawn in calk on the floor. The ghost of her father stood in the middle of it. Small candles illuminated the room showing books still in their boxes, protection charms all around, and weapons scattered in various places.

"My Angel knows some of the best ways to get info. Whither it be from the living or dead. Relax son. Unlike my boys, I trust you with my little girl." John smiled as he saw how stiff Alcide seemed to be.

"So you know I'm a ..."

"Werewolf. Son, I'm dead not an idiot."

"I didn't mean to be rude sir."

"John."

"Dad please stop freaking my boyfriend out. We've been through enough today." She looked at Alcide for a moment before looking back at her father.

"How's Mary?"

"She's well. Proud of you and boys, as always. You know that one time she met you, she loved you like you were her own daughter."

"Really?'

"Yep. Your parents, all of us, are proud of you too." The saw the sun was starting to come up and John Winchester laid a hand on Alcide's shoulder and sternly said "Take care of my little girl."

"I will." With that, John looked at his daughter on last time and disappeared as the sun's rays shined though the window.

The two were silent for a while.

"Well that wasn't awkward at all right?" She joked as she slipped her arms around his waist and leaned her head on his chest.

"Not really. But you know what this means right?"

"What?" She rested her chin on his the middle of his chest and looked up him, worrying about the playful smile he had on his face.

"You have to meet my parents now." He smiled boldly when her eyes widen.

I know I indicated they would get more intimate, but I wanted to a bit a funny chapter with him meeting the brothers and John.

How will the meeting of his parents go? I hope to have that chapter up either before or right after Christmas.