New chapter finally! Sorry it's been awhile, real life as been crazy. Anyway, on with the story, feedback is appreciated. I own nothing recognizable.

After about 10 minutes I heard someone approaching me, I turned my head to see Dean sauntering up to my car with pizza and beer in hand. He stopped right in front of me and wordlessly handed me a beer and a plate with a slice of pizza on it. Then, he proceeded to sit his own plate on my lap and his beer on the hood of my car while he climbed up onto my car to sit next to me, as I stared at him with raised eyebrows. "Just make yourself comfortable why don't you," I spit out sarcastically, and a bit incredulously.

"Don't mind if I do," he replies happily, completely unperturbed.

"You better not mess up my car!"

He barks out a short laugh, "Now you sound like me," he smirks at me.

I roll my eyes, "Shut up and eat your food," I reply after shoving his shoulder and handing him his own plate and beer.

Once Dean finally got settled on the hood, he takes a giant bite out of his pizza and then turns to stare at me and asks, with a mouth full of food, "Well?"

I look back at him confused, "Well what? Oh, and maybe try chewing and swallowing before speaking so it comes out in English."

He rolls his eyes at me and finishes what's in his mouth before speaking again.

"Well… What's up with you? You have been really quiet and out of it since we left that post office. So, what is it that has you all tied up in knots?"

I give him a hard look, take a long swig of the beer he gave me, and sigh, "I don't know."

"Hmm, must have been quite the letter?" He gives me a knowing, sympathetic look.

I give him a sad smile, "You think you know me so well?"

He smiles back, " I think I know you well enough. So talk to me, tell me whats going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"Elkins letter just brought up some stuff for me that I hadn't even given much thought to before now. I mean, you know I've never really had much in the way of family, and its never been especially easy for me to get close to people and really trust them."

"Yes, I'm aware."

"Well… all those years living with Elkins I never really treated him like family. Don't get me wrong, we got along great, but it always felt more mentor/mentee than father/daughter, at least for me. I did care about him though, and I was grateful to him for saving my life and taking me in and teaching me the ropes of hunting, but I don't think I ever truly let him in, and thats on me. In that damn letter he said he thought of me as a daughter and that he was proud of me. So, I guess it has me feeling kind of guilty for not sticking around in his life, for being too heartless and emotionless to ever really let him in. I don't have too many people in my life who would say they are proud of me, you know? And now he is gone and I will never be able to tell him how much that means to me."

Dean, long finished with his slice of pizza and finally able to switch from listening intently to actively participating in the conversation, says, "First of all, you are far from heartless or emotionless. Second, you did what you felt like you had to in order to keep yourself safe. I'm sure Elkins understood that."

After a brief silence Dean continues, "you feel better after getting all that off your chest?"

I laugh a little, "Yeah, I guess I do feel a little better."

"Good."

"And, I may not be an ice queen with you, but I can definitely be cold sometimes, especially with people I don't know or trust. I mean, I was a bitch to you the first time we met."

Dean laughs and takes a pull from his beer, "Oh I remember! You definitely were." I laugh too and shake my head remembering our first encounter.

1995

After running away from Daniel Elkins I got on a bus to upstate New York and I contacted one of Elkins' forgers to send me some faked emancipation papers and some fake IDs. I made myself some money by hustling at pool and poker around town. I got a motel to stay in and started looking for a real job while spending most of my free time at the local library trying to do any kind of research I could to find out what I was and where I came from. After a couple weeks, the librarian offered me a job since I seemed to be there all the time anyway. I still tried to hustle money on occasion too, when I needed it, which is how I ended up meeting Dean Winchester for the first time.

I ended up playing a poker game with a few local guys and a couple of drifters just passing through town. This game however, was different then other games I had played, I was losing, and I wasn't the only one trying to hustle. One of the out of towners seemed to be hustling me, and everyone else playing. However, once the locals caught on to that fact, they started cheating with the help of the dealer and ended up winning everything. Naturally, I was pissed off about losing money to cheaters and decided to do something about it afterward. I followed the locals out of the road house intent on getting my money back. As I approached them, I could tell they were underestimating me, thinking I was just some helpless stupid girl, one of them even yelled to me, "Hey there little lady, you looking to earn your money back? Because I could think of a few ways you could do that."

He leers at me and laughs with his buddies as I stop right in front of them, and give a brief, sensual, "come hither" look, before I drop all pretenses and demand, in an eerie calm voice, "Do I look like a whore to you? And, I would choose your next words carefully if you would like to keep any semblance of pride, and not get your asses kicked by a girl. I know you cheated and I want my money back. Now."

They all laugh. "You have 3 seconds."

The apparent leader of this band of idiots walks up to me and says, "I don't think so little girl," while grabbing me around the waist. I react instantly and head butt him, breaking his nose and forcing him to back away. "You bitch!" he spits out with a mouth full of blood and starts to come at me.

Someone else is suddenly in front of me however, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, come on guys! Are you really the kind of jackasses who would hit a woman just because she embarrassed you a little? Last time I checked, real men, don't hit women."

The big guy backs off and huffs out,"Whatever man, just keep that crazy bitch away from us" as they walk away. Mr. "Knight in Shining Armor Complex" finally turns around to look at me, and I am staring daggers at him, like if looks could kill, he would be a pile of ash on the ground in front of me. Once he sees the look on my face his eyebrows shoot up in confusion, "Uh… you're welcome for saving your ass."

"I didn't need saving!" I spew my anger out at this dumb kid. "I am not some damsel in distress here, no one asked you to step in."

"Are you kidding me?!" he responds, completely baffled. "Each of those guys is like three times your size, and there were four of them! They would have thrown you around like a rag doll, or worse. So, are you crazy? Or, do you have some kind of death wish."

"Look, you don't know me. I was completely fine, okay, I can handle myself. And, in case you didn't realize those assholes cheated and stole our money, and I intend to get mine back, so stay out of my way!" I shove passed him to go after the four idiots who stole from me, only to be stopped by this kid grabbing me by the wrist. On instinct, I whirl around and take a swing, nailing him in the side of the face with a right hook, though hardly at full strength, just a warning shot.

"What the hell was that for?" he yells surprised and pissed off.

"I don't need your help. Just leave me alone." I turn on my heal and head in the direction my money went, to go track it down.

"Fine! Its your funeral. No good deed goes unpunished, huh?" The kid shakes his head and walks away finally.

Present

I turn to look at him and make eye contact, "I have to say, I'm really glad we got to know each other, despite my initial bitchiness. I've really missed this Dean, hanging out and talking with you." I finish laying my head on his shoulder.

Dean wraps his arm around me and leans down to kiss the top of my head, "me too," he whispers.

"We haven't done a very good job of keeping in touch recently, huh?"

"No. We suck," I agree.

"So, what have you been up to?" Dean inquires as we sit back up, his arm still around me but looking at each other again.

"Same old, same old. Hunting this and that, hanging out at roadhouses for fun, searching for answers in between."

"Find anything yet? Where those nifty powers come from? Who you're real parents are or were?"

"Nope. Nada. I always just get frustrated and have to move on to something else, its like I don't have enough information to go on, you know? I feel like I don't even fully know everything I am capable of, and mostly I'm too afraid to find out. Don't want other hunters finding out what I can do. And I don't even know my real parent's names or where they are from. But, I keep looking anyway hoping that something might stand out as familiar." "What about you what have you been up to since New Orleans? Other than taking advice and reconnecting with Sam?"

Dean huffs a short laugh, "Well after my dad went MIA for longer than usual, I went to Stanford to talk to Sam, like you pushed me to." He smiles ruefully at me.

"I convinced Sam to come with me to look for Dad, but only for the weekend, but when I brought him back to Stanford he found is girlfriend burning on the ceiling just like our mom. So, after that he decided to stick with me to find dad and find the demon that killed Mom and his girl, but he told me he wants to go back to a boring normal life of being a lawyer after that."

"Wow, that really blows. So basically he just has the revenge bug now, like you're dad?"

"Yup! The both of them want to do whatever it takes to get the demon, even if it means getting themselves killed. So, I keep doing what I can to keep them alive because to me thats whats more important."

"Well you have always been the caretaker in that family from what I understand. You already know I don't care for your dad or brother all that much based on what you've told me about your childhood."

"I know Lex! But, they are my family, the only family I have left, what else am I supposed to do."

I just turn to give him a hug because family doesn't have the same meaning or burden for my life as it does for his. Dean gently ends the hug, "Thanks."

"So, whats the big deal about this Colt that we are looking for? Why do you and my dad want to get it back so bad?"

"Well most people think its just a legend, but basically in 1835, Samuel Colt built a very special gun, for a hunter, supposedly this gun can kill anything."

"Kill anything, like supernatural anything?"

"Exactly, thats the story anyway. I've never seen it in action myself. But, Elkins has had it hidden away for years and he used to tell me the legend of the Colt like a bedtime story sometimes."

"Wow, so this Colt could kill the demon that killed my mom?"

"Yea, if the legend is true it would absolutely kill the demon you're family has been hunting."

"Well, its been a long day, what do you say? Ready to get some shut eye so we can be refreshed when we pick up the trail of these vamps." He slides off my car and offers me a hand to help me down. "I know, I know you don't need my help Lex, but humor me."

I laugh and take his offered hand to help me down off the car, "And they say chivalry is dead. Why, thank you kind sir!" I curtsey to him just to be a smart ass.

But he plays along bowing and giving it right back, "You are most welcome milady." We gather up the beer bottles and plates, and head back to the room to catch some shut eye.

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