My name's Holly. I'm eighteen and I'm getting closer to going to Stanford. I was picking up my brother Josh from school. He got into the shotgun of my car.

'Hey Josh.' I smiled at my brother.

'Hey Holly.' Josh grinned at me.

I drove away and let him look out the window until we got to the drive. I pulled up and saw a '67 Impala parked out the front. We got out my car. Josh had seen the car too and held my hand. I got my keys out and got us to the door. I unlocked the door and I shut it behind us. Josh ran off into the living room.

'Mommy!' Josh squealed.

I heard him giggling, but I heard a tone to his voice that sounded slightly nervous. I walked into the living room and saw Mum had Josh sat on her lap. Two men were sat on the sofa. They looked shocked seeing me.

'Mum, is everything alright?' I asked.

'Yeah, it's a bit of a work thing.' Joyce raised her eyebrows at me.

'Oh, Ok.' I was a little confused what was going on.

'Could you get Josh his dinner and get him to bed? We'll need to talk a lot, the four of us.' Joyce looked into my eyes.

'Ok. Come on, trouble.' I looked at Josh.

Josh ran to me and I led him into the kitchen. He sat on his chair whilst I made him his dinner. He ate it whilst I made mine. I ate mine quickly enough. I then led him upstairs.

'Come on. Time for bed, Josh.' I then helped him get into his PJs.

He got under the covers and went to sleep without complaint. I turned his light off and slowly shut the door to let him sleep. I jogged down the stairs and I was stopped by Mum from going into the living room.

'What is it?' I asked.

'This is one of those cases I've talked to you about. These two are here because of the murders. They should be able to help us.' Joyce explained.

'Are you that worried something will go wrong?' I was curious.

'I'm not having you risk your life over some case!' Joyce raised her voice.

'I'm old enough to make my own decisions. I'm doing this so Josh doesn't get involved. The least I can do is keep him out of it.' I hissed quietly.

We both walked into the living room and sat in the two armchairs next to each other.

'Holly, this is Dean and Sam Winchester. They're Hunters like I was.' Joyce explained.

I bowed my head at them.

'Your Mom told us you're going to Stanford in September, studying English.' The guy Joyce introduced as Sam said.

'Family pride, supposedly.' I smirked a little bit.

'Yeah. I studied Law for a while at Stanford.' Sam said.

'I'm guessing the job called you back into it.' I could see right through him.

'Yeah. I guess you can't escape it, huh?' Sam smiled weakly at me.

I could see the other guy, called Dean, kept watching me for some reason.

'So, what do you think the creature is we're dealing with?' I asked.

'I think we'll need to go through the evidence a bit more thoroughly to check which weapons we'll need.' Dean responded.

Mum looked really nervous. It was almost like she was hiding something.

'Mum, what is it?' I knew something was wrong.

'Holly, will you help Dean get some more beers out the fridge?' Joyce was slightly shaking.

I wasn't sure what was going on, but I followed her instructions. I led Dean to the fridge and I got the beers out for three. Dean put them down on the side and got me to sit on a chair at the table with him.

'Holly, how much do you know about your Dad?' Dean asked me.

'Not much. I've tried to ask her about him, but she almost bit my head off. I can't even look at my own birth certificate. She's moved to hit me for asking about him, but Josh got in the way. He's not trusted her properly since. Why do you ask?' I was worried now.

'Holly, do you trust me?'

'Surprisingly, yeah. I feel like I could trust you. What's going on?'

'Your Mom wanted me to tell you something.'

'You know who my Dad is, don't you?'

Dean nodded. I was trying not to start crying.

'Holly, your Dad is me.' Dean looked right into my eyes.

I was in shock. My Dad was right in front of me.

'Are you sure?' I wanted the truth.

'Yeah. Your Mom checked when you were a baby. Our DNA matched. She's known all along, but she never knew when she'd see me again. Do you hate me at all for not coming to see you sooner? I can understand if you do.'

'No. I guess what matters is you're here now.'

Dean sighed deeply that there wasn't any hate for him. He stood us both up and held me to him in a hug. I held onto him and I finally let it sink in. I was holding onto my Dad. A tear trickled down my cheek and I let a little sob break through my control. Dean held onto me a bit tighter. He knew it was a shock to me.

'It's alright. I got you.' Dean sighed deeply.

I buried my face in his shoulder. He knew it was a bit too much for me. I finally managed to compose myself and I felt actually happier than I'd felt before, like a hole had been filled.

'Are we good?' Dean asked.

'Yeah. I guess I just got a Dad shaped hole filled for the first time in eighteen years.' I smirked.

Sam walked into the kitchen. He saw us and smirked.

'You told her?' Sam asked.

'Yeah. She knows.' Dean smiled at his brother.

'I think it feels weird to think I'm an Uncle.' Sam smirked.

Dean laughed with us on that.

'How do you think I feel being a Dad?' Dean chuckled.

Dean grabbed the beers off the side. Sam walked to me and hugged me. I giggled a little bit as he decided it was a good idea to spin me round in his grip. We walked back into the living room. Sam took the armchair I'd been in so Dean had me sat on his left. Mum looked a bit surprised I wasn't mad with Dean.

'So what's the plan from here?' Sam asked.

'We'll need to find a motel and stay close so we can plan to catch this bitch.' Dean looked determined.

'Can't you stay here? We have enough room, don't we, Mum?' I hoped she'd say yes.

'You're making up the guest rooms, young lady.' Joyce pointed at me.

'You say that like I don't make yours, mine and Josh's beds.' I smirked.

Dean chuckled and gently kissed my head. Mum gestured for me to go and do it. I was released by Dean so I could go upstairs and make their beds. I did it as quietly as I could to make sure I didn't wake Josh. Once I was done I checked he was alright. He was fast asleep and snoring lightly. I smiled at how adorable he was. I jogged back downstairs and sat next to Dean again.

'That was quick.' Sam chuckled.

'I've had practice.' I smiled.

Sam laughed gently. Dean took a swig of his beer. I felt so happy where I was. Then I saw Mum's face. She looked slightly mad. She took a swig of her beer and when her eyes caught mine, I had to look away from her glare.

'Joyce, is everything ok?' Dean had seen her glare at me.

'It's time Holly went to bed. She's got work to do tomorrow.' Joyce sounded almost cruel with her tone.

I sighed deeply, knowing I wasn't going to win.

'Good night, kid.' Dean winked at me.

'Night, Dad.' I felt a bit weird saying it, but it suited him.

I smirked at Sam and then walked upstairs, but not far enough before I heard Mum snap at Dean.

'Don't encourage her, Dean! I brought you here to help her, not mess her about! I don't want her in the life we've had and you're pushing her towards it! If you don't sort yourself out, I'll make sure she never sees you again!' Joyce hissed.

I got to the top of the stairs and into my room. I got ready for bed and checked the salt lining round my windows and door frames. I then got under the covers, trying to think of calmer memories of Mum, if that even existed.