AUTHORS NOTE: I'm sorry that it's been so long since I updated! I'm such a terrible writer when it comes to updating – I'm here with the next chapter and I hope to have the next one out in a couple of days. Meanwhile, my lovely friend ThePointGirl is working on a story that's related to it! Keep an eye on it!


"Boy, you best have washed your hands..." a slap was delivered to his hand as he reached out for a green bean, his lips pouting as he turned to look at the black woman that had recently took to caring care of them. "I want tonight to go perfectly and that includes no germs on my beans, do you understand?"

"Missouri, if I was Dean I'd understand that statement but this is me you're talking about!" Despite their upbringing of living in seedy motels and eating at greasy spoons, Sam was obsessive about his cleanliness and would wash his hands the minute he touched something dirty whereas Dean enjoyed getting messy out on the cars.

The woman took a deep breath before turning back to look at him, her hand reaching out to squeeze his shoulder as she nodded her head. "I know, son. I'm sorry. I really do want tonight to go perfectly." She went quiet and Sam recognised the look; it was the one she wore whenever she was thinking of their mother. It often came to her when they did something great like when Sam had got his first 'A' and when Dean had built his first car up from scratch. "This is any mother's dream, Sam, to see her son bringing home a beautiful young girl."

"We don't know that she's beautiful," Sam pointed out coldly as he took the plate of bread of Missouri and moved it to the table. Missouri flashed him a knowing look; and he remembered how much he hated living with a psychic; before just shaking her head as she went back to working on the chicken that she was cooking. "I'll go make sure that Bobby hasn't terrified the hell out of Michelle."

"Boy, there are many things that Bobby is but he is not as terrifying as hell." Missouri warned and Sam just cracked a grin. The statement "as terrifying as hell" could be said in any household lightly but in that of a hunter's household, you knew better than to joke about hell. "Now you go check that little friend of yours and make sure she's hungry."

"Michelle is always hungry," he grumbled. Again, Michelle's appetite was a trait that she had similar to Dean. She could eat junk food non-stop and yet she never put on a single pound. Sam, being a teenage boy, had started to fluctuate in his weight and he didn't like it. It was enough to give Dean ammunition to tease him.

"I heard that!" She cried out from the living room where she was sat cross legged on the flea ridden couch, a huge book in her lap as Bobby told her about another mythological creature that he thought she didn't believe was real. Sam sometimes wondered if Bobby was aware that Sam had shared their family secret, even if it was accidentally, and that was why he often taught her about the creatures that awaited humans in the darkness, and sometimes in the light. When Rufus had taken Bobby under his wing after Bobby's wife had been possessed, Bobby had felt it necessary to be there to teach others about the things out there – especially if they wanted to learn, wanted to be prepared. "Not all of us can eat like a rabbit, you know."

"Aye, I've tried telling the boy that." Bobby laughed from his desk, his head buried in one of his books but Sam could see the smile on his face. "He's too young to be worrying about his diet – I don't think I've ever eaten a salad in my life."

"You wouldn't tell!" Michelle teased and Sam rolled his eyes as he moved to sit beside her, his hand reaching out to take the book as he read which monster she was learning about today.

"Vampires really?"

"I was telling Bobby about the sudden craze in vampires recently so he was just telling me the true legends," she explained with a smile, her head tilted to the side as she studied his face as if searching for something there. "And plus, if I was to run into a vampire, I'd like to be able to kick some undead ass!"

"Em, Bobby did tell you that you don't kick their ass right. You cut..."

"Sammy!" The two of them turned their heads to the side and saw Dean leaning against the door frame, a tall brunette standing behind him, "em," he looked over his shoulder cautiously before chuckling, "how about we keep the supernatural talk for horror story time, yeah?" He made it sound like a joke but there was an edge there that showed Dean wasn't ever going to be comfortable sharing what it was their family did. Dean may enjoy being a part of a hunter family but he hated the way everyone else worried about them because they were 'different'. Sam just nodded his head as Michelle shut the book, Bobby following suit before standing up and moving towards Dean.

"Sorry Son, we were just scaring little Michelle. It's a hobby of mine," he explained to the brunette standing behind Dean. "Dean, are you going to introduce us all?"

"Oh shit, yeah." He said suddenly jumping so that he was standing straight and turning to look at his girlfriend, a smile on his face as he held out his hand to her. "Guys, this is Sanna. Sanna, these are the guys. My brother, Sammy. His best friend, Michelle and Bobby, a family friend." He explained even though both boys knew that Bobby was sometimes the nearest thing they had to a father at times. "And this," he said as if sensing that she had morphed behind them so he turned her around, "is Missouri."

"Sanna, darling. It was a pleasure to meet you."

"How did you..." She just smiled as Missouri bowed her head before just looking back round to the others sat in the living room turned study slash library. "It's a pleasure to meet you all."

Suddenly Michelle burst out laughing causing everyone to turn to look at her as if she had suddenly gone crazy, including Sam. If they didn't have company then Bobby would have probably cracked out the holy water to check that she hadn't been possessed. "What the..." Dean asked as he glared at her.

"I'm sorry." She said shaking her head, her hand covering her mouth as she stood up. "I'm just remembering something from earlier. Excuse me a minute," she left without waiting for them to excuse her and locking herself in the bathroom, shaking her head at her own reflection as she realised that she had to invest in a poker face while dealing with this family.

Sanna, Dean's new girlfriend, was the female version of Sam. In looks wise, obviously. Michelle seriously doubted that her personality could be like Sam's; there was no way God had created two Sam's. She had layered brown locks with a fringe tumbling into warm brown eyes that twinkled with amusement as she had studied the eccentric group as well as Michelle's sudden outburst. She was tall for her age and gender but that didn't seem to deter the shorter Dean, he seemed to admire her height. She wore a fitted black tee shirt, baggy jeans and a pair of cowboy boots that looked like they'd seen better days but Michelle couldn't help but chuckle.

Freud, she realised, would have had a field day dealing with this family. Dinner was going to be fun.

to be continued...