Hey, guys, I'm finally back!. So sorry it's taken me this long to post a new chapter. I have quite a few stories going so trying to find time for all of them. As always, I don't own the show just my character Alexandra.

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I was starting to get frustrated pretty damn quick, that emotion joining the pair of scared and upset becoming their third wheel. Why couldn't that stupid blue-eyed trenchcoated angel have chosen one of my brothers to do a Marty McFly instead of me?.

What's most annoying about this tsunami of emotions is that I'm still feeling myself grow more and more attached to my angelic rescuer with each passing second. Yet again, for probably about the twentieth time, I am having to tell myself that the one thing I didn't want or need was to begin caring for a powerful being who feels nothing for a human especially one who happily became a torturer in hell in order to escape their own torture.

I let out a heavy sigh moving my hands to my face, wiping away the yet more tears that had unwillingly been unleashed, sighing again. Dean would deal with this so much better then me. But on the other hand he probably wouldn't, that thought making me snort, starting to smile, my eyes looking around, watching a few other people go about their business, none of them thankfully paying any attention to the woman stood in the street with the no doubt red puffy face.

Suddenly, my eyes land on what looks like a car sales place, seeing two men stood over by a VW van, clearly in discussion over the vehicle. And the younger of the two turns out to be my dad making me close my eyes automatically sending up a prayer of thanks that I managed to find him so easily.

Instantly, I know this must be where and when he bought the Impala, my green orbs moving over to what's clearly the car he somehow ended up buying instead of the van leading me to walk over to it.

"Hey, girl," I whispered, smiling, running my hand over the roof then moving it round to the front of the car, resting it on the bonnet.

"Are you following me?."

I slowly look up finding my dad staring right at me looking more then a little annoyed. And again I'm being reminded that this is the father I could have had if Azazel hadn't destroyed all our lives on that one night.

"Umm...no. No, I...I was just passing by. Never got to say thanks for the coffee. I apologise for my weird behaviour back there. Guess I was a little out of it."

"More then a little."

"Let me repay the favour. You don't want that van, trust me. This on the other hand. This is exactly the car you want," I smiled, him having walked over to me.

"Oh, yeah?. You know something about cars?."

"A little. My dad and brother taught me everything I know. And this...this is a great car. Three-twenty seven four-barrel, 275 horses. Little TLC, this thing is cherry."

"You know, you're right."

"Well, what were you thinking buying that thing?," I smirked nodding over at the VW van.

"Kind of promised someone I would."

"Seriously?. Over a '67 Chevy?. I mean, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this is gonna still be kicking ass and taking names when it's forty."

"Hey, are you sure we haven't met before?. I mean...before the diner coffee?. It's just...I feel like I know you. Sorry," he smiled.

"Pretty sure."

"John Winchester."

"Alexandra Mercury. But you can call me Alex. And...thanks. Guess I'll see you around," I smiled, shaking his hand then starting to walk away, really glad he was unable to see the tear running down my cheek.

-x-x-x-xThis was definitely not what I was expecting to happen especially after those two meetings with my dad. Deep down I was hoping my first meeting with my mom was gonna go just as well, that we would both shake hands then sit down and chat maybe over a milkshake.

Getting attacked by her was definitely the complete opposite to what I'd been hoping, her clearly having spotted me lurking outside the diner watching her and dad together, seeing how happy they'd looked.

Then I'd seen the silver charm bracelet around her wrist, the charms hanging from it meaning only one thing. She was a hunter, probably like her parents meaning the hunting life hadn't originated on dad's side of the family.

It had surprisingly taken pretty quick for her to realise I wasn't a danger to her and that I was also a hunter. Which was what had led me to end up outside her house, waiting for her, needing to spend more time with her.

"Alex, right?. I'm not sure you should come in," she said, walking over to me, distrust still evident in her eyes.

"You can trust me. I mean, come on, we're both hunters, right?. I mean, we're practically family."

"Yeah, thing is, my dad, he's a little..."

"Yeah, I get it. I'd still love to meet him."

"You've heard of him?."

"Clearly not enough."