Hey, guys!!. I'm finally back with a brand new chapter. Really sorry about such a late update. I am already thinking up ideas for the next part of my AJ series which will be set in season 5 of the show. I am hoping to take it through to the final season obviously with some slight alterations as it involves my OC.

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"So you're a hunter?."

I'd be lying if I said I was shocked that Mary's father automatically didn't trust me. Even though he's my family, my own grandfather, the idea feeling weirder and weirder with every passing second, I didn't exactly trust him either. Guess I know where my inability to trust people comes from!.

But deep, deep down, I can't help but feel a slight tinge of hurt seeing the distrust in Samuel's eyes knowing he was the grandpa I never even knew growing up. I may have only been a child, but I remember mom never revealing exactly what had happened to him.

Seeing him now, being back in '73, I just know in my guts that he didn't exactly die of old age and that something really bad had happened to him. If only I could just come out and ask him, but I know it would make me sound completely insane.

"Well, tell me, little Miss. Hunter. You kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?," he asked, still not looking at me, something he'd been doing more or less since I walked in and introduced myself obviously using a fake name.

"Neither. Decapitation normally does the trick. So did I pass your test?," I asked, smiling a little seeing Mary smile out of the corner of my eye.

"Yep. Now get out of my house."

"Dad!."

"I don't trust other hunters, Alex. Don't want their help. Don't want them round my family."

"Knock it off, Samuel," Deanna said, her less suspicion and distrust making me feel a little less awkward and uncomfortable.

"She's a hunter."

"Who passed your little pop quiz and now I'm inviting her for dinner. You hungry?."

"Mmm, I am actually," I smiled looking over at her, getting a smile back.

"Good. I'm Deanna. You've met my husband, Samuel. Now wash up."

"Samuel and Deanna?. Really?," I smirked looking over at Mary getting a grin in return, my smirk growing a little hearing and knowing exactly where my brothers' names came from.

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"First time in Lawrence, Alex?," Deanna asked looking over at me, the four of us sat at the table, eating, the food being delicious, making me automatically think of what little childhood I had before Azazel ripped that away from me.

"Well...it's been a while. Things have definitely changed. I think," I shrugged.

"You working a job?," Samuel asked, his distrust of me still on a pretty high level.

"Yeah, maybe."

"What's that mean?."

"It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel."

"Hey, umm, so why were you following me and John?," Mary asked making me look at her.

"Oh, I...I thought something was after your boyfriend. But I was...wrong, I guess."

"John Winchester mixing it up with spirits?. Can you imagine?," Deanna smiled making Samuel sigh, Mary looking over at him, far from impressed.

"I saw that."

"What?."

"That sour-lemon look," Mary said making him hold his hands up.

"Hold on. John's a really, really nice...naive civilian."

"So what?."

"That's enough. Both of you. We have company," Deanna said, looking between her husband and daughter making me smile slightly.

"So what about you, Sam?. You working a job?," I asked looking at him.

"Might be."

"He's working a job on the Whitshire farm," Mary said.

"Whitshire?. Okay, why does that name sound familiar?," I frowned.

"It's been all over the papers. Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over," Samuel explained.

"That kind of thing happens."

"So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?."

"Demonic omens?."

"That's what I gotta find out."

"What about the rest of the town?. Anything else...strange at all?."

"Electrical storms, maybe. The weather-service graphs should be here on Friday," Deanna explained.

"By mail?."

"No. We hired a jetliner to fly them to us overnight."

"You know, it sounds to me like we might be hunting the same thing. You know, if we go in numbers, we'll take care of this real quick."

"What part of "we work alone" do you not understand, missy?."

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"I'll get out of your way. Once again, I am very sorry for your loss, Miss. Whitshire. If there's anything else we can do for you, please ask," I smiled gently getting up off the couch heading towards the door.

"Sister," Samuel said, us locking eyes when the front door is opened, both of us dressed in the guise of the church, him as a priest, myself as a nun.

"Father."

"I see you beat me here."

"The Lord is funny that way. Beth Whitshire, this is my associate, our senior, senior priest, Father Cheney," I said, moving next to Samuel, both of us looking at her.

"Please accept our deepest condolences on behalf of the county diocese," he said, handing a small fruit loaf to Beth, her thanking him.

"Miss. Whitshire was just telling me all about Tom...and how normal and ordinary things were on the day before his death."

"I see. So you didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?," Samuel asked.

"You mean like my husband's guts fertilising the back forty?," Beth asked, not sounding happy by the question.

"Excuse me," I smiled gently, patting Samuel's shoulder, making my way down the steps, heading over to where Mary is stood with a young man, Charlie, the son of the victim.

"Charlie, do you want to tell the sister here what you told me?."

"Dad drank some times. Sometimes he got rough with mom."

"And that's when the stranger came?"

"I just thought he was some Bible-thumper, like you all. He showed up about a week ago."

"Saying what?, "I asked.

"Did I want the beatings to stop?. I just thought he was crazy. I didn't think...And the next thing I know, dad's dead. Am I going to jail?."

"You didn't do this, Charlie," Mary said gently.

"Did the stranger want something in return?."

"He didn't want anything."

"Nothing at all?. Are you sure?," I pressed, knowing instantly he was lying.

"He did say something about coming to call in 10 years from now. Maybe he'd want something then. I...I don't know. Look, I told you he was nuts."

"What do you think?," Mary asked, looking at me, us starting to walk away.

"I think he just pimped his soul to a demon and he doesn't even know it," I murmured, looking at her then walking back over to Charlie.

"Charlie, do you remember what the stranger looked like?."

"Yeah. He was about 5'10. White. He was kind of normal looking, really," Charlie said looking at us.

"Anything else?."

"There was one thing. His eyes. The way the light hit them in a weird way. For a moment, I could've sworn..."

"What, that they were black?. Or red, maybe?," I asked, trying to ignore the nausea quickly building up in my stomach.

"No. They were yellow. Pale yellow."