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A/N: Here I am agaaaaaaaiiiiiiin! Stiiiiiiiiiilllll freezing but a teeny weeny bit less so... Ok that last sentence sounded weird... Anyyyyywhoooooo... Here's another chappie and the Leen mystery is uncovered!

REVIEW RESPONSES:

ebonywarrior85: first of all thank you sooooooo much for being my first review! You get a bunch of virtual cooooookies! Leen is a hunter that's right but she isn't any hunter she's more than that, not a fairy no but nice try I like fairies! It's gonna take me a while before addressing the whole 'what Leen and her mom really are' issue but I will be

dropping hints and stuff along the way. Finally I must agree with you; Dean is one hell of a hot fucker! XD XD

CHAPTER TWO:
PROLOGUE PART TWO:

"Well... That's because I know who she is... This woman they're looking for... I know her... She's-" She paused for a second wetting her lips nervously, "She's... Well... My mother..."

Both brothers looked shocked at her.

"Your... Mother...?" Sam asked a moment later, "Sorry, but... When you said she'd be Dean's soulmate I-" he stopped abruptly here and his expression turned thoughtful as if just realizing what he'd said.

He stared at Dean with wide eyes and saw that the realization had just dawned on his brother as well.

"WHAT!?" Dean exclaimed. "What...?! My-my-my... What?!"
He looked like he was in denial.

Leen giggled at his reaction placing a hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter.
"Your soulmate, your other half. That's what I said wasn't it? She's going to be the loooove of your life!" She teased. God, it was so much fun poking fun out of this Dean, she wasn't used to seeing him so flustered over something so normal... Well, normal in her opinion at least.

"But... No... I-I can't have an actual relationship with this life... I just... Can't..." He said still looking like he was about to have a panic attack.
"Yes, you can. And I am living proof that you will." She countered.
Sam frowned at her, "What do you mean?"
She sighed.

"...I told you you guys wouldn't believe me..." She mumbled before taking a deep breath and steeling herself for what she was about to say, "As I said before... Dean's soulmate is my mother... Which makes Dean... Well... My father..." She shrugged helplessly, it sounded ridiculous even to her own ears and she was the one saying it.

"WHAT?!" Both brothers exclaimed... Unsurprisingly.

Dean then froze after his outburst with his jaw on the floor and eyes as wide as frisbees as they ran over her face seeing how much she actually did look like him. Sam on the other hand frowned looking at her in suspicion and at his brother in anger.

"How is that possible? You're what eighteen? When did this happen? Oh god, Dean! I knew there was no way you could go around having sex like a whore without it blowing in your face and knocking some random girl up!"

At that Dean partially snapped out of his shock and he glared at his brother.

"Will you shut up?! You're saying what? I knocked some girl up when I was Six?! Seven?! And who're you calling a whore, Bitch?!" He snapped at his brother.
Leen meanwhile was clutching her stomach laughing.

"Ok! Ok! Time out! Guys seriously listen! Dad technically hasn't gotten my mom pregnant yet. Haven't you been listening? I told you you still haven't met her let alone knock her up!... What I am trying to say is... I'm... Well... I'm from the future, I'm Dean's future daughter, not his lost child come to reunite with him... and what do you mean random?! I can assure you that my mom and dad were married when I was born!"

"The future?!" Sam asked incredulously.

"I was married?!" Dean exclaimed in a squeaky voice, missing the point entirely. Of course that's what he'd notice.

"Yeah..." She nodded at Sam ignoring her father, "What? You run around the country looking for monsters, demons, witches, vampires, and I dunno what else and suddenly time travel sounds like suuuuuch a far-fetched concept?"

"Well... When you put it that way..." Sam muttered scratching the back of his head uncertainly.

"How can we trust you? How do we know you're telling the truth and not some kind of con artist monster trying to fool us? Me married? Can't you do better than that?"

"Gee, Dad, you and your trust issues... You gotta work on them you know, I heard they get you in plenty of trouble with Mom..." Dean startled when she called him Dad, almost jumping out of his skin.

"Ok... Erm, how can I prove to you I'm your daughter...?" She wondered aloud, "I have the anti-possession tattoo-? Oh... no, I don't think you have them yet, do you? Ok forget that, erm..." She trailed off thoughtfully.

"Wait, what? You have a tattoo?" Dean asked in a weird squeaky voice.

"Yeah..." She eyed him uncertainly at his reaction, "Dad, I'm eighteen... Plus you were the one who took me to get it and Dad! You didn't have me yet! You can't just turn protective all of a sudden just because you know I'm gonna be your daughter in some point in time!"

"I'm not being protective!" He denied with a bit of a blush staining his cheeks, "So what about that proof, huh?"

"Erm... Yeah... How about this? Errr... I know that your favorite songs are a tie between Ramble On and Traveling Riverside Blues by Led Zeppelin since you kill us -and the repeat button- with them on every road trip... And that you have an obsession with the Magic Fingers bed relaxation system for some weird reason. Uncle Sammy gets creeped out every time but for some reason Mom seems to humor you... And...You once told me that one of the fondest memories of Grandpa that you have was when you were about 6 and Gramps took you out shooting for the first time, using bottles as targets. You said you bulls-eyed every one of them. Of course, whether I believe that or not is an entirely different story..." She listed looking concentrated and lost in memories as she tried to think of some of the most trivial stuff that only family would know.

"Err..." Sam started looking at his brother, still not over his surprise, "As impossible as this may sound... I think she might be actually telling the truth..."
Dean swallowed and looked at his brother nodding slowly; it was creepy how well the girl knew him. It wasn't surprising if the fact that she was his daughter was to be considered but he wasn't completely sure he believed that yet, it was just a bit too much to take in really...

"Well..." Dean started finding a bit of amusement in the situation, "At least her mom must be gorgeous." He said to Sam jerking his chin towards Leen before turning to her with a smirk, "Or did all of that come from my side of the family?"

She shook her head in amusement, "Told you I took the whole cocky thing after you, and you really don't want Mom hear you say that."

"She does look a lot like you, Dean." Sam said looking at her carefully for the first time. "The eyes, the nose, even the freckles." He smirked at his brother.
Dean frowned annoyed, "Shurrup!"

Leen giggled, "Yeah, Mom says I'm a carbon copy of Dad except for the hair color."

Dean's smile disappeared as he looked at the floor, "You keep saying Mom this and Mom that and she's... I can't... I can't see myself like that... I mean being married and with children it's just so... Weird... Out of this world even..."

She smiled softly at him, "That's still very far away in your future... Don't worry, everything will work out fine and... when the time comes you'll do great... It's not really time for you to think about that yet. You still have a long way to go. Consider this... A sneak-a-peek of sorts. A little something to give you hope in the future... Don't stress over it..."

They locked eyes for a second, identical eyes boring into each other, and after a moment he took a deep breath and nodded at her deciding not to think about it too much or he'd give himself a headache.

"Ok, so..." She started changing the subject and breaking the silence, "What are you doing right now? What are you hunting? Where are we, exactly?"
The brothers shared a look as if trying to decide if they should tell her or not.

She sighed, "Guys, I know the stories! It's not like-... Ok, let me guess... You're together again, sooo Gramps is missing... You haven't found him yet obviously since I know Mom will be with you by then... Err... Has the whole Jess thing happen yet?"

They looked startled at her. It was weird how she knew stuff, again not surprising if you think about it logically, but needs some getting used to nonetheless.
"Yeah... Err..." Sam started looking pained and angry at the reminder of her death, "We're looking for some clues about The Demon..."

She looked a bit surprised, "Ok... So you haven't left... I dunno where that happened... California, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, Palo Alto and no, we haven't..." Dean answered looking at his brother, "Which brings us back to what we were discussing, Sam..."

Sam sighed looking away from them and staring out the window.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. We gotta go. We gotta find Dad if we want to kill that son of a bitch."

Dean smirked slightly, "Couldn't have put it better myself."

Leen stared at her uncle sadly for a moment. She knew everything would turn out fine, but she'd heard stories about what this Jessica's death had done to him. And seeing him now without that blinding smile she was oh so very used to tugged at her heart.

"Ok, so, where next?" She asked softly breaking the silence.

Her dad dug his hand into one of his pockets and pulled out a well worn familiar looking book.

"Gramps' journal!" She said with an excited smile, it was so cool seeing something so familiar to her being used so long ago from her point of view. It made the leather bound book feel almost ancient.

Dean glanced at her for a second before nodding and flipping through the pages till he reached the entry he was looking for.

"Grand Junction, Colorado, 35-111..." He said pointing at where those same coordinates are written on the page.

She nodded at him trying to recall if she knew anything about that place but coming up with nothing.

"You know something about this place?" Dean asked her suspiciously.

She shook her head, "No, not really... You used to tell me stories, or taught me stuff about the supernatural and used your experiences as references... but, it's not like you told me every little detail about your life... Mom's the one who keeps a journal, but she doesn't really let me go snooping around it and it's not like she'll have this little adventure in it anyway..."

Dean nodded though a bit disappointed, "Ok, so we hit the road sometime tomorrow and go in there blind... No problem."

Dean sighed tiredly getting on his feet and moved to where he had thrown his duffle bag.

"You can have the bed, Kid. I'll take the couch." He said ruffling through his clothes for a t-shirt and some sweats. He paused then looking up at his 'daughter' -man, this was so weird- thoughtfully, "You need some clothes to sleep in?"

She smiled at him, he was still her daddy even if she technically wasn't his daughter yet. "That'd be great, thanks. A tee and some boxers will do."
He threw what she asked at her and gestured for her to use the bathroom first.

"Thanks..." She muttered again, walking towards the bathroom door.

(VERY IMPORTANT A/N: ok so before you read the next part I would like to say that in no way am I turning this whole show religious even if what Leen says might imply that it will, all I can say is that the reason she does what she does and says what she says has to do with what her mother is and what her father will ultimately become... and I don't mean what her religion or beliefs are, I mean what type of creature she is. Plus we have to take into consideration that the Dean Leen knows has gone through the whole angels and apocalypse and purgatory and many other things the show hasn't covered yet, all the while having Leen's mom (you'll know her name soon enough) beside him influencing him... err... finally i'd like to stress that no, Dean does not turn into some kind of priest or something... there is a reason for the things he does... ok, I think I've defended myself against this the best I can without disclosing the whole twist of the story so... Yeah... Please postpone judging the story after you know more about what I have in store... Back to the story now...)

Leen was sitting on a chair beside the window, gazing at the milky white moon outside while the younger versions of her father and uncle prepared to go to bed.

She took a deep breath resting her elbows on her knees and brought her clasped hands right under her nose. She closed her eyes and bowed her head with a look of concentration hardening her features.

Sam frowned when he saw the position she was in, thinking she was troubled or something.
"You alright?" He asked worriedly.

She cracked an eye open at him.

"Hmm hmm." She responded nodding her head a bit.

"What are you doing?" He asked her in confusion.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She asked in amusement, "I'm praying."

Dean froze where he was preparing the couch he was to sleep on.

"Doing what?!" He asked in surprise.

"Prayiiiiing..." She repeated then looked at him in confusion, "Why the shocked face?"

"Well... I mean... Since you say you're my daughter, I just assumed..." He shrugged awkwardly.

"What...?" She looked confused.

"I-I dunno... You'd take the... Err... skepticism from me or something..."

She smiled at him in wonder.

"You're a skeptic?" She said it like it was the most amusing thing she had ever heard.

She barked a laugh after contemplating that for a second.

Both brothers looked confused and shared a look at her reaction.

"You didn't know that?" Sam asked with a frown. At the shake of her head he looked even more baffled. "How could you not...?"

She shook her head looking as if what they were talking about was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard.

"My dad isn't a skeptic." She told then much to their surprise. "Actually, it's kind of funny to know that THE almighty Dean Winchester was once a skeptic with all that happened..."

"What happened?... Hap-... Will Happen..." Dean asked frowning at the confusing use of tenses.

She smiled wickedly at them.

"Quoting me and Mom's favorite show, spoilers!" She laughed again. "Believe it or not... This is actually a very common practice in the family... It's turned into a habit even..."

Dean looked shocked at that; he couldn't see himself changing that much, was it in ten, twenty, or even a hundred years.

She smiled that secretive little smile they were starting to get used to before she closed her eyes again and started muttering under her breath in a language they didn't recognize. It wasn't Latin or Greek or any other language they were familiar with.

Seconds later and as they both continued to stare at her the moon seemed to shine brighter, her skin and hair appeared to glow in the darkness as they basked in moonlight, and a shadowy image appeared at the opposite wall; where the moonlight was supposed to fall a huge invisible body seemed to block the light creating magnificent shadows of an undefinable shape.

Both men looked on in wonder as her words grew louder and faster, her body glowed brighter and the shadows flickered before disappearing entirely when her words cease. She opened her eyes after a moment of silence and gazed up at the moon again. The glow of the moon slowly started to diminish as time passed until it was back to its original soft shine.

She stood up and walked towards one of the beds. Her steps seemed lighter as she walked, more graceful, like she was floating in thin air. She snuggled up under the covers and lay on her back looking at them with a soft smile.

"What was that...?" Sam asked quietly.

"Yeah... The shadows and lights and all..." Dean said in wonder, starting to suspect that his daughter was not actually human at all.
"Spoilers!" she repeated with a bright smile, "Goodnight for now..."

And with that she closed her eyes and in a few seconds was fast asleep with a smile gracing her lips.

The next morning:

Leen got out of the bathroom, back in her day clothes, and running her hands through her knotted hair in frustration.

"Where's Dad?" She asked Sam frowning after having looked around the room and not seen her father anywhere.

Sam looked up from the map he was analyzing.

"Went out to buy breakfast." He told her before raising an amused eyebrow at her frustrated grunts. "What's wrong?"

She groaned giving up and pointed at her hair. "It looks like a hen's nest! I need a hairbrush! And some spray! God, I came here totally unprepared!"

Sam chuckled before both their attentions shifted to Dean entering the room and the heavenly smell of food that came with him.

"Oooooh!" Leen exclaimed salivating as she inhaled deeply.

"Didn't know what you liked, Kid, so I just asked the waitress for advice and she recommended the waffles. I also bought extra donuts if you want some."

"Thank you." She said trying not to laugh.

Sam on the other hand didn't restrain himself and scoffed, "Yeah, you asked her for her advice alright..."

Dean frowned at his brother.

"I did!" He said in indignation.

Sam shook his head and took the bag with his food going back to sit at the table.

They swiftly removed the laptop, map, and everything else lying around on the small table before sitting down to eat.

They ate in relative silence, with Sam telling them that the best time to leave town would be at five in the evening, and Dean commenting on his daughter's hair much to her annoyance.

That comfortable silence was regrettably short, for when they'd all finished except for Dean who was wolfing down the extra doughnuts the door burst open with a bang and a twenty something year old woman with a small blond child on her hip came bursting in looking furious and glaring at the suddenly pale looking Leen.

Tatatataaaaaa! So wanna take an educated guess on who turned up now? I don't think it's suuuuuch a mystery now that you guys know Leen is Dean's daughter... I bet you're all excited to see how Dean will deal with this whole mess, I know I am! Ok, so make sure to tell me what you think of Leen and if you think Dean or Sam's reactions are wrong or weird don't hesitate to tell me!

And I'm sorry to say that it's gonna take a looooooooooong while before we figure out what Leen and her mother really are... Well I say we... Hehehehehe...

Review away my friends... Yes, please do... *Puppy dog eyes*