A/N: Hello Supernatural fans and fellow hunters! I know it's been a hot minute since I worked on Family Ties, and I am truly sorry from the bottom of my heart for taking so long to get back to this precious project. But I haven't given up on this! I'm just struggling a bit with this specific episode. I will continue my rewrite. I promise! I'm also now using AI to help me edit with grammar and spelling. But I promise that is the only reason I'm using it. I hope that you will still enjoy. I also got distracted with my new Supernatural fanfic crossover with shadowhunters. That ones been fun! But I suddenly had inspiration for Family Ties! Turns out rewatching the show helps with inspiration, haha. And I know that this chapter is shorter than what I usually do, but I just simply like where it ended.

Carry on wayward Supernatural fans!

Under the canopy of the dimming sky, Lulana stood just a few paces behind her brother, Sam. The graveyard was a solemn place, filled with whispers of the past that seemed to echo in the rustling leaves.

Sam knelt before his and Dean's mother's grave, fingers tracing the engraved letters as if he could conjure her spirit back to them. "Hey, Mom," he began, his voice thick with emotion.

Sam, gave a tight smile, kneeling beside their mother's grave, his hands trembling as he dug a small hole to place the silver dog tags inside—tokens of their father's past. Hearing Sam's soft, "I love you, Mom," cut through her, sending a wave of emotion crashing over her. It was a moment of raw vulnerability, one that made her feel like an intruder in their grief.

While Sam poured out his heart, Dean was a whirlwind of energy, pacing around the graveyard, his back to them as if he couldn't bear to face their mother's resting place.

She wished she could reach out and wrap them both in a protective embrace, shielding them from the ghosts of their past. Instead, she stood there, a silent witness to their grief, ready to offer her support when the moment called for it.

As Sam's voice faded into the soft rustle of the trees, Lulana's thoughts drifted to a memory, one that hovered just beneath the surface like a ghost of its own. She could almost feel the rush of wind against her face, the screech of tires echoing in her ears. It had been a sunny afternoon, the kind that whispered promises of adventure, until it all went sideways in an instant.

The memory felt like a shadow looming over her, reminding her of the fragility of life. One moment, everything had been fine, and the next, it had all shattered. She remembered the way the world had spun, the feeling of weightlessness before the impact. It was a sensation she'd never quite escaped, the reminder that even a single misstep could change everything.

Lulana's gaze followed Dean, noting how he kept his distance, eyes darting toward a dying tree off to the side. The tree sat within a patch of dead grass, forming a perfect circle that felt wrong—almost ominous. She could sense Dean's unease, the way his shoulders tensed and his jaw clenched as he absorbed the unsettling signs of unholy ground.

She left Sam by his mother's grave and walked to Dean, rubbing his arm. He gave her a tight smile, It was quick, but it was something.

"What do you think happened here?" she asked.

"Looks like someone's been messing with the dead," he muttered, his tone serious.

The thought sent a thrill of fear and excitement through her. She was still getting used to this life, the world of hunters and supernatural beings. She had only met Dean and Sam a few months ago, but doing this sort of thing made her feel like she belonged.

"Then let's start investigating."

He smirked a little. "You read my mind."

When Dean approached the undertaker, Lulana remained close, her pulse quickening as she tried to piece together what was happening. The undertaker's words about Angela Mason—a student whose funeral had been just three days prior—hung in the air like a dark cloud. A chill ran down her spine as Dean pressed for answers about the patch of grass, the unease in his voice echoing her own thoughts.

They met up with Sam.

"Dean, you can't just stumble onto a hunt like this," Sam said, skepticism clear in his tone. The weight of their family's history loomed large, and Lulana felt the tension between her brothers. "It feels like you're trying to avoid something."

Lulana stood a step back, watching her brothers' exchange with a mix of admiration and apprehension. She felt a strange flutter in her chest, not just for the mystery they were unraveling, but for the connection they were building as siblings—albeit one that was still relatively new.

As they spoke, her attention drifted slightly, her senses sharpening as she felt a chill run through the air. She turned her head, and her breath caught in her throat. Standing a few paces away, almost hidden behind a gnarled tree, was a figure she recognized—a woman with long, dark hair and a familiar face.

The apparition looked ethereal, almost translucent, her expression a mixture of sadness and longing. Lulana's heart raced, and she instinctively took a step back, her mind reeling. Why was she here? Was she trying to reach out to them?

"Princess?" Dean's voice pulled her back to the present, concern etched across his face. "You alright?"

Lulana swallowed hard, remembering the ghostly figure she had seen, the familiar face that had sent her heart racing. She wanted to tell them, but the words stuck in her throat. She didn't want to add to their pain or divert their focus from the investigation ahead.

"Yeah, just—" she hesitated, stealing another glance where the ghost had stood, but the figure had vanished. "Just thinking what we should do next."

"I think we should talk to Angela's father," Dean insisted, his determination shining through the cracks of his unease. "If there's something wrong here, we need to find out what it is."

Sam sighed, the weariness of their family's struggles evident in his eyes. "Fine. But I still think you're looking for a distraction."

As they made their way toward the Impala, Lulana fell into step beside Dean, her heart racing with a mix of dread and anticipation. The bond they were forming felt fragile, yet she could sense the strength of their shared mission. They were family, bound by blood and the weight of their past, and despite her silence about the ghost, she felt a flicker of hope that they could uncover the truth together.

The Impala's engine roared to life, and Lulana took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead. They would confront whatever darkness awaited them, and maybe—just maybe—she would find the courage to share what she'd seen. For now, though, she was content to stand beside Dean, ready to face the unknown and protect the fragile connection they were beginning to forge as siblings.