Author's note: I apologize for Dean's Douchy McDoucheness in this chapter. Trust me, it's important for the development of his relationship with Natsumi.

Anyway, enjoy Natsumi and the Winchester's first meeting!

"So fill me in about what we know on this chick," I said as we waited at the baggage claim.

Sam groaned. "She's your dau-"

"Don't even say it. This whole thing is friggin' creepy."

"It's happened before with Emma."

"And like I said, Emma didn't count. This is legit. So just- don't- ugh."

He sighed in defeat. "Her name's Natsumi Hinata. She lives in Tokyo… seventeen years old… Ugh, Dean, you were doing it unprotected at twenty?"

"Isn't that when everyone does it unprotected?"

Sam shuddered and continued. "She has a sixteen year old brother, Fuyuki…"

I stopped walking. "Trust me, I did not do it more than once with anyone at twenty."

He sighed. "Half brother."

I ran a hand through my hair. "Anything else?"

He shook his head. "Nope. Other than we're looking for a girl with pink hair."

I suppressed a groan. "Oh, now staying under the radar should be a cakewalk."

"Think we can convince her to dye it?"

"I dunno."

"Her brother going to be here?" I said, trepidation suddenly filling me.

"Nope," Sam said. "At least, not yet. Custody thing, since you're not his biological fa-"

"O-kay," I interrupted. "Let's just find this girl and get outta here."

Sam nodded, and we sat down on a bench to wait.

It was ten minutes later that the passengers from Flight 10635 from Atlanta Hartsfield-Jackson (Natsumi's second leg of her journey) began filing in from the gates. Sam and I scanned, and we were quick to spot the head of hot pink to the edge of the crowd.

Sam waved and caught her eye, and she began to make her way over. Of course it wasn't hard; Sam stood out as much as she did. He stood several inches over me and then some over everyone else. Once she had gotten out of the crowd, the atmosphere shifted as we examined each other.

She was taller than I expected, definitely not fitting the 'Asians are short' stereotype, although obviously she still was tiny compared to Sam. She wore well-worn jeans and a blue sweatshirt declaring she was on the Kissho Academy swim team, and a generic gray backpack was slung over her shoulder. Her deep brown eyes surveyed us, analyzing us just as much as we were her. They were tired and filled with caution, yet they still held a certain fire.

I knew those eyes. I saw them every time I looked in a mirror.

The girl was the first to break the silence. "So you're the Winchesters?" she asked finally. "Jody said you'd be the tall ones."

Sam cracked a small smile. "Yeah. I'm Sam, this is Dean."

She extended a hand. "Natsumi." Sam shook it, then she turned to me expectantly.

I suddenly felt very self-conscious. "Um… yeah. Good to meet you… I guess." I shook it.

She looked at me in a way that almost felt like empathy. "Look, I get it. It's crazy. I wasn't exactly down with the idea of having a father I'd never met myself." She shrugged.

I groaned. "Look, kid. Couple of things to get straight. First of all: just don't- say- the word- father. Puts me on edge. Two: no eating in the car. No dogs in the car. Just… no messing up the car."

"I barely even used a car in Tokyo," Natsumi muttered. "I took trams or walked everywhere. It's not like I'm in the habit of getting cozy in one."

I glared at her. "Also, I don't care if you have a license, I drive. I always drive. And that leads me to the last thing- music. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his- or her- cakehole. House rules." I knew I was being a douche, but I didn't exactly ask for this kid.

She eyed me. "You have a lot of rules around your car."

I frowned. "Because it's a special car, okay? Let's just go. You got any checked luggage?"

When she shook her head, I turned on my heel and made for the exit, expecting Sam and Natsumi to keep pace. Sam, with his long stride, caught up first. "Dude," he whispered, "her mom died. She's away from her brother and friends. She just got here, Dean."

"And is that my problem?"

"Yes, in fact," he hissed, "it is."

I sighed and slowed my pace slightly so Natsumi could keep up.