ddsurvivor: I'm glad you like the way I have portrayed Mary. I am trying to write longer chapters, but, like I said, I am writing this chapter by chapter.

Lilly: Winchester luck is going to happen.

sam: You're welcome, but I have no idea what you are thanking me for.

James Birdsong: Thank you very much!

Pikachu79: I have decided that it was just a lack of interest and I will be continuing this. Updates will be sporadic as high school is busy. I hope you enjoy this.

robert32514: I hope you continue to enjoy this!

kittyrsocute: Badly. They are going to react badly.

Nataly SkyPot; khisee; Padfootette; LeeMit531; irislxi: Thank you!

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"My luck at work again," Mary muttered, annoyed.

"What?" Bobby asked.

"Well, things like to attempt to kill me then fail at last minute. Only thing is, this doesn't seem like a life-or-death situation. Is it?" Mary asked, suddenly very worried.

"I don't believe so..." Sirius told her.

"Good. I've got my blood test and Lily's journal here for proof. Will that be enough or will we most likely be doing another DNA test?"

"Another. Those boys are accepting of family once they are sure."

"So... anything else I need to know?" she asked, trying to get her brain to panic quieter.

"They don't know about natural magic."

"I brought my schoolbooks. They are in my hotel room. Let's go." Mary declared, leading the way to the library/living room where her father and uncle were, seemingly a lot more confident than she actually felt. Deep down she was wondering whether he would reject her once he found out about her powers. She was not looking forward to that conversation.

The two men were in there, the taller man with a book in his lap, though he wasn't reading it, and her father pacing. The other man stood when Sirius, back in his animagus form, Bobby, and Mary entered the room.

"Who is this, Bobby? And who is Padfoot?" Dean demanded, gesturing to Mary. The dog was back at her side.

"Sit down, boy. I'll tell ya. The summer you boys came, Sam would've been 10, Dean 14, I had a distant nephew of mine here."

"His name was Sirius, right?" Sam interrupted.

"Yes. Anyway, his friend's called him Padfoot. He was always calling to brag about the little girl his best friend and his wife adopted, making me promise to take care of her if he couldn't. He stopped contacting me soon after, so I assumed that all was good or he was dead. This is their girl."

"I'm Mary Rose Potter."

"Did you come alone?" Sam asked.

"Why?"

"How did you travel from England to here alone?"

"Nobody stopped me?"

"How did you get through security?"

"By walking?"

Dean snorted. "They let a twelve-year-old through security alone?"

"I don't know what twelve-year-old you are referring to, but they let a fourteen-year-old through."

"She's here to meet you, Dean. My talk about protection apparently didn't work every time."

"What? Are you saying...?"

"That she's yours? Yeah."

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Hey, guys. I'm back. I edited everything and have a general idea of where I'm going. I apologize for taking so long to edit, but I've been having some problems. High school and a family history of mental health issues, namely depression, do not mix. I am doing better now and hope to be better at writing this story. I hope you all have a good morning/afternoon/evening/night!