Links to NCIS and Criminal Minds, I don't own any of the characters.

Bringing together the Winchester / Murphy family bloodlines, the hunters in the family, the angelic bloodline and the special gifts has lead to the attacks on the family. I am convinced more now than ever that these will continue until we can find the Colt and bring down the Lucifer's agent on Earth. At this point, William tells me that Lilith has risen again and if she has we are in real trouble as not only will she go after John, Sam and Dean but she will come after me, Will and my twins.

Chapter Two

After arranging to take leave from our respective jobs, mine at the FBI and Will from the Naval Criminal Investigation Service, and locking up the house we set off for South Dakota to meet with Bobby Singer. We packed up the Ford Escape (Hybrid), I know not the kind of car you expect a hunter to drive, but with two additions coming into the family we had to think space and accessibility and a SUV made more sense. We still have the '67 Impala I inherited from my father. He gave it to me when I passed my driving test. Years before he had given one to John when he passed his test, and I absolutely fell in love with the car so my dad got me one as well. It's in storage while we go across country, but Will uses it when we are in town. I intend to pass it down to the kids.

As we drive cross country, my thoughts drifted to John, and how I missed my big brother. There was a large age gap between John and myself, John is 13 years older than me, and my parents had given up hope of having any more children. My mother suffered several miscarriages between the time my brother was born and when I was born in 1967. Unlike my parents who were incredibly overprotective (understandably so, some people have said) John allowed me to be myself to go outside and play. He would take me to the park and allow me to climb trees, and fall over and graze my knees; I was a real tomboy when I was young.

In 1970, John joined the marines and left for Vietnam, this was the first time I remember him and my dad fighting, Dad shouted things about him running out on his family and his responsibilities and how could he do that if he loved us. I ran out of the room crying and went and hid in my bedroom closet, John found me later, and took me out for ice-cream and explained that he still loved me but that he needed to leave so that he could protect us. He came back in 1973, and there was another screaming match between him and my father, John didn't want to join the family business and dad was insisting that if he came home he needed to join the 'firm'. John told him that he wasn't going to join the family business as he had seen the damage that our family business could do, and until my father was willing to counteract some of the damage then he didn't want to know. Dad told him that if he left, then he was to stay gone. It broke my heart and again I ran and hid in the closet, again John found me and took me out in the impala, told me he would always love me and that whatever dad said about him I should never forget that, and I never did.

We kept in touch, he would phone when Dad was at work and he knew I would be around. In 1974, John told me was getting married he had met a great woman Mary and that he would be settling down in 

Lawrence Kansas, and he wanted me to attend the wedding. Mum knew what was really going on, so she told my Dad told my dad that I was going to camp for the summer; she was sad that she couldn't go as well but knew that she couldn't up and leave without telling him the real reason and if she did he wouldn't let her go. John picked me up at Topeka airport in the Impala and we drove together back to his apartment in Lawrence. I met Mary and instantly fell in love with her, I hadn't been sure that I would when he told me about her; I didn't think anyone was going to be good enough for my big brother. John, Mary, Mum and I decided that I would spend my summers for the next few years, 'at camp' in Lawrence Kansas which would allow me to spend time with my big brother and his wife.

In 1978, a got a call to tell me I was going to be an Aunt, I didn't feel old enough to be an Aunt, I was 11 years old for goodness sake. In early 1979, Mum and I visited John and Mary, whilst Dad was away on an overseas business trip. During the visit Mary went into labour and my nephew Dean arrived kicking and screaming, and I immediately fell in love with the new addition to the Winchester clan. After, Mum and I went home; John and I continued to keep in touch. Over the next 3 summers, I would visit with the Lawrence Winchesters and I could tell how happy John was, he had started a local business, he co-owned a garage, he was in love with Mary and they had Dean. During my yearly visit in 1982, he told me I was going to me an Aunt again and I could tell that the whole family was really happy about this. Sam's entrance into the world was an altogether different experience than Deans. Whereas Dean came in very loudly and let everybody know he was there, Sam came in very quietly and the whole room were concerned for a while that he was alive. Sam, took in a deep breath and opened those wonderful brown eyes, yawned and fell asleep in Mary's arms. Three months later I started seeing Mary on the ceiling, blood dripping from her stomach and fire surrounding her, I phoned John and told him what I had seen and he told me to stop being silly, that it was just a nightmare. Three months after that Mary was dead, and John had dropped out of sight.

As we pulled up to Bobby's Salvage yard, I still recall our last conversation as if it was yesterday and tears start to fill me eyes. John had phoned me a couple of days after the fire wanting to know how I knew what was going to happen, he wanted to know what had I done to Mary and why would I do that to him and to her. I was 16 years old at the time, and I couldn't understand why the brother I adored and spent so much time with could think that I had something to do with Mary's death. That was the last time I heard from him or the boys. Over the years I had other dreams but never again about a member of my family, and will never know why I received that particular vision, and why I couldn't help save Mary when I have been able to save so many others. As the car stops, Will looks at me he sees the tears in my eyes leans over, kisses me and tells me that everything will be alright.