A/N – So a little surprise, I'm basically going to write until the steam runs out, so you'll get what chapters I manage to do in that time frame, excluding the time needed to sort out necessities and the sort. Please don't expect several chapters all in one go each time I update, because I'll never know when that'll be. I mean I have several ideas for FanFic's that I haven't gotten around to even trying to flesh out. I'll do my best but no promises. OH…and any back-story will most probably come in dribs and drabs, at least that's what I'm thinking of doing at this time.

I do not own Supernatural, OC is mine though.

Chapter 1: Got that Winchester shine

I sat in the Motel room, reading through the journal for the thousandth time, nervous about the next few days to come. I remember the stories I was told since I was a chubby poop machine (that's how he always said it), but details were always fuzzy in my mind, especially things like Dates and times, the only things completely clear in the Journals. So that's why when I decided to do this, I made sure I had every one of the journals with me and they covered the area I needed them too.

John didn't understand me at first when I saw him almost a week ago. He didn't understand why I was so frantic and why I was so determined but when he looked into my eyes, he saw what he needed to. He saw the answers he needed, and the bleakness that had settled over me like a blanket of suffering and wished me luck, sending me off with hugs from all his family, and our last family photo taken. And a few photo's of the new arrivals since then.

I held them now in my hands, missing them like crazy but no matter what, I knew that if I succeeded they wouldn't even need to know about Hunting, let alone train to protect their selves.

I hustled a different bar every night, keeping an eye out on cases in the area, knowing the time was nearing when I'd join my family once again, this time on the adventures that were my bedtime stories of hero's defeating the big bad villains. Obviously I learnt the more truthful version when I became older, but the child within me was gleeful at the chance to become the sword wielding hero.

I had already constructed a background story for anyone outside of the family, so my presence wouldn't be suspicious. All that was left was to integrate myself into their lives and hope they believe me. This was going to be one of our biggest family dramas to date.

I absentmindedly scratched my anti-possession tattoo on my right side, just below my armpit, and thought of which bar I would hit tonight, I didn't need to hustle anyone, I had hustled a few guys of up to $500 last night and knew it would be wise to take a break before I drew too much attention to myself that I became a target. My looks were enough to draw attention; my hair was a rich blonde who, from pictures, I knew came from my Grandmother; my green eyes had little flecks of silver that really stood out, my stature was taller than most girls but still just under 6ft, with small b-cups and a slightly rounded rear which helped soften the fall when one of the bad guys rarely catches me off guard.

I scanned the files one last time when something caught my eye, it took just a second for my brain to catch up but when it did, my eyes grew large and the breath I had sucked in got caught in my throat. This was it. This is what was going to bring them here in only a few days. It had felt like eons since she saw him last and even longer since she saw his brother…her uncle. She read the case file carefully, just like she was taught to, and re-scanned previous pages she had bookmarked that might connect to anything suspicious. And here it was, the journals were always brief in their writing's and most didn't make much sense, just ramblings, keywords here and there, certain places, but nothing that made perfect sense. Her cousin and her had tried one summer to decipher them, but only ended up with headaches. But here was the key, seeing the cases in the flesh unlocked what she needed to continue her mission, the only mission that mattered.

Saving her family.