When we got there I got strange feeling in my stomach. Something wasn't right. I took out my gun and felt the Winchester boys' worried eyes on my back. I didn't care. As I approached the storage's door carefully I noticed that the padlock was broken. I rolled my eyes and kicked the door bursting in like a hurricane and clenched teeth when the stitches on my wounds stretched. That took Sam and Dean by surprise and they could only follow my lead.

The premise was gloomy but I saw a dark silhouette. My gun was already pointing at the man. The brothers' guns were in their hands, holding the stranger at gunpoint.

"Don't move" I said sharply "Or I'll make a hole in your head! The fuck are you?"

"Katerina?" surprised and shocked voice with strange accent said in Russian "Is that you?"

The words took me by surprise and even with my disastrous Russian I managed to get his question.

"No" I said in shock too, my Russian was awful "I'm her daughter. Who are you?"

Sam and Dean looked quite surprised.

"You never mentioned you knew… Russian?" Dean said fixing the stranger and making a step forward; I ignored him

In that moment Sam managed to switch the lights on. The man in front of us was old, he was bald and he looked weary and tired of life. His brown eyes narrowed taking a good look on me. He was wearing old light brown jacket and dark jeans. He wasn't moving, just staring in me.

"My name's Ivan Danilov" the old man said quietly, in Russian again "I'm her father. Your grandfather. You've grown up"

I gasped in surprise. Then I lowered my gun but Dean was suspicious since he didn't get a word of what we said. So was Sam.

"That's what kids do – they grow up" I snapped in response to Ivan; I couldn't believe he knew about me and never looked for me. If he was really my grandfather.

"Who the hell is he, Blake?" Dean barked, he looked so confused

"I…" I shook my head "He's my grandfather"

Sam immediately took his gun down; Dean held up for another second then followed. They were both tensed, not sure what to do. But I was happy they were with me.

"I thought you had no other relatives alive" Sam said as Dean stood next to me protectively

"So did I, Sam" I took a deep breath – my head was spinning, I was getting a headache

I noticed that the old man wasn't confused while we were talking which meant he knew English.

"You speak Russian pretty well" Ivan said softly in his native language

"No, I don't. Let's continue in English"

„Why?" Russian again; at least he didn't lie he didn't know English

"Because my friends here don't understand us and I don't have secrets from them" I said crossing my arms

"No." he snapped in Russian

"Why?"

"This is family business"

"They are my family." I said firmly, stepping closer to Dean

"I'm your family!" the old man yelled at me speaking so quickly it was hard to understand the foreign language he used "Your father who you've forgotten… He's your family. He'd be disappointed of you knowing you chose two strangers over your own blood"

"Family do not mean blood" I said in rage "And my father… Don't you dare speak of him again!"

Sam and Dean exchanged concerned looks. I was furious and they knew that was bad.

"The father you speak of lied to me for years, so don't tell me what's important and what is not!" I pointed at Ivan "I don't know you and I don't trust you. And I hate my father for hiding too many things from me."

"He's your father. He'd been protecting you from this nightmare" he stated calmly, obstinately talking in Russian

"You stupid stubborn old man!" I yelled and pointed my gun at him "Give me one good reason not to shoot you!"

"Blake!" Sam looked confronted, he tried to low my hand with the gun "Calm down. That won't help."

Ivan started laughing.

"You're just like her!" he said smiling at me; his English was funny – the accent was so strange for my ears

I was stunned. I was pointing a gun at him and he was laughing. He was crazy. Maybe it ran in the family.

"What?" I finally snarled

"Katerina." Ivan said "I see her in you. Not just the looks. You've got her…" he stopped for a second gesturing the whole of me"…how you call that… her temper." The old man was smiling softly "I knew you'll never like your birth name. What's your new name, granddaughter?"

I shook my head.

"You really do speak English." I lowered my gun and rubbed my face "I'm Blake Catelyn Ryan, nice to meet you, Gramps."

Dean eyed me and I shrugged my shoulders – I was still full of rage, but I forced myself to control the fury inside me. What was I supposed to do? Even if this man wasn't my grandparent we had to know what he was doing here and how he found this place.

I took a look around for first time paying attention to the surroundings. There were shells full of jars and documents all over the walls and devil traps and protection symbols on everywhere. I saw three huge trunks that could be used instead of chairs – the boys started moving them so we could sit and talk with my new-found relative. And I really needed to sit down because my hip was hurting me like a little bitch. I eyed a small box and reached for it to open. It looked like something made in the Middle Ages and I found it adorable. There was small furry thing in it.

"Rabbit's Foot" I mumbled reading the label written by my dad's hand

"No!" three panicked voices shouted at me and Dean grabbed my hand before my fingers could touch it

"What?"

"I wouldn't, if I were you" Dean took the box away from me and closed it "It's cursed object you don't wanna mess with."

"Fine" I rolled my eyes and headed to the closest trunk clenching my teeth in pain while sitting

"What's with the leg?" Ivan asked in curiosity; Dean and Sam pricked their ears to hear my answer – I didn't have the time to tell them what happened

"Well, it hurts like bitch and I left my painkillers at the motel" I grinned

"Here" Dean tossed me my painkillers "I took them for you"

I was surprised but too eager to take a pill to pay much attention to Dean who sat next to me.

"Seriously, Blake" Sam said "What were you hunting? You never told us. What tried to bite off your leg?"

"Hellhound. The fucking monster didn't like the fact I exorcised its master."

"Damn it!" Ivan cursed "They found you!"

"They?" I rose my eyebrows „Who's they?"

The old man sighed. Dean was so tensed I could feel his anxiousness radiating from his body. That and Sam's concerned expression and his puppy eyes were everything I needed to feel a knot of nerves in my stomach.

"We don't have much time" Ivan said "But you need to hear everything"

"How did you even find this place?" I asked

"Ah, impatience…" he chuckled "You took that from your mother, too"

I rolled my eyes but did my best to keep my mouth shut and let him choose the pace. After all, I was about to hear some family history.