Bobby's daughter

Balls!

Dean raised his head from the book he was currently reading for research as he heard the roar of an engine outside.

He and Sam were sitting in Bobby's kitchen trying their best to get a lead in their current case. Bobby had left twenty minutes ago in order to buy some food and more beer. But the car that pulled up outside didn't sound like his old truck.

Dean looked at his brother, who only raised his eyes when he felt Dean's eyes on him, questioningly. He hadn't noticed that it wasn't Bobby's. Now that he saw Dean's slightly concerned look, worry started to came up in him too, and he furrowed his eyebrows in concentration, listening intently trying to hear what had disturbed his older brother.

As they heard footsteps approaching on the porch, they jumped into action. Dean grabbed his gun which was lying next to him on the table standing up from his chair, walking towards the hallway. Sam reached for his own gun mimicing Dean's steps.

A second later there was a rustling on the other side of the door. Then it swung open which was followed by a enthusiastic female voice.

"Hey Dad, surprise. I though I-"

You stopped dead n your tracks as soon as you spotted two very tall - one of them rather gigantic- men in the middle of the hallway. Both faced towards you pointing their guns in your direction.

Your brain started working at full speed.

If you pulled out your gun, waiting in your purse, they would shoot. Opetion number one: rejected. If you turned around and ran away hiding, they would shoot. It was obvious that they were hunters and like most hunters they would shoot first and ask questions later. Option number two: rejected.

So the only option that was left in order to stay alive, was raising your hands and not move -at least for now. That's what you did. Since they were inside the house, you hoped that they were friends of your father's. Then you started talking, intending to clear up this situation.

"Who are you? What are you doing in my father's home?"

"Your father's home?"

The shorter one of the two started, confusion written all over his face, but he didn't lower his gun.

"Who is your father then?"

Of course they didn't believe you. Your dad wasn't one to show you around people or talk about you to his hunting friends. He did the exact opposite, hiding you. You've never met another hunter, he had always sent you away to Ellen and Jo or told you to saty quiet in your room. He only did in order to keep you safe and out of the hunting life, he never wanted you to be part in and he did a good job. You went off to college and now had a decent job, earning money legally.

So you let out a sigh and started your speech. You knew this day would come.

"My father's name is Bobby Singer. The reason you never heard of me is that he wanted to keep me out of this life and far away from monsters. And before you ask this question a thousand times, yes, I am really his daughter. And now it's your turn to answer my questions. I assume you two are hunters. Which ones are you?"

You looked at them, watching how their faces grew even more confused and then turned into shock, a hint of disbelieve still present in their expressions. They shared a glance from the corner of their eyes, before the short one spoke again.

"Alright, even if you were Bobby's daughter, how would we now you're not a demon."

You sighed again.

"There's a devil's trap under the rug I'm standing on", you stated, taking a step forward off the rug.

Their eyes were still trained on you, watching your every move. They still hadn't lowered their guns and you knew what you had to do next. You hold up your left hand and showed them your ring on your middle finger. That gestures was accompanied by your words.

"It's made out of silver."

As they didn't move, obviously not believing a word you said, you slowly reached into your bag and searched for your silver knive. You pulled it out, held it up in order to show them you didn't want to attack them, and then moved it over the skin on your forearm, leaving a cut behind.

When you looked up again you saw them sharing another look before putting their guns down.

Before you asked them again who they were, you took care of the cut by walking past them into the kitchen, where you rummaged in one of the drawers, looking for a bandage. You found one and tied it around your arm. Then you turned towards them, leaning against the counter.

"You guys still owe me an explanation."

They were now sitting back around the table facing you. This time it was the turn of the taller man to talk.

"I'm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. We are here because Bobby is helping us with a case. He is at the store right now, should be back soon."

You nodded, trying to remember if your dad ever told you anything about them. After a few moments it clicked inside your mind. Of course you've heard of them, the infamous Winchesters, the ones coming back from the dead more than once, the ones in contact with angels, the ones starting the apocalypse. Just because your father didn't want you hunting monsters didn't mean you weren't listening to the hunters' radio.

Your eyes widened for a split second as the realization hit you, but you put a neutral expression back on your face.

"Wow, the Winchesters, never thought I'll ever meet you."

You gave them a small smile, which both of them returned.

"We had never thought we would meet Bobby's daughter, either. I mean nobody knows about you."

You just shrugged and turned towards the fridge intending to get a bottle of water. You felt the eyes of the brothers on you, probably still shocked about the fact that Bobby had a daughter, which you couldn't be miffed about.

Meanwhile Dean's eyes roamed over your body, taking you in. He wasn't sure if you were telling the truth, on the other hand why shoul you be lying? The only thing he knew for sure was that you weren't one of the monsters he was killing for a living. Furthermore you had a magnetic pull to you which made him want to know more about you. In the short time he met you he could already see that you weren't afraid of much. The way you stood on the threshold straight-faced, not the slightes hint of concern visible on your face, it impressed him. Plus you weren't one of those people who blamed them for the apocalypse. Despite your eyes widening for a split second at the mention of their last name, you didn't start talking about what they did but only accepted it.

He just opened his mout to ask you a question, the front door opened again and Bobby's voice boomed through the house.

"I'm back, seemed like everybody was out doing their shopping today."

When he walked in and spotted you, he froze. His eyes widened in surprise and his eyes started gleaming in happiness, which was wiped of his face and replaced by panic as his eyes moved to the Winchesters, sitting at the kitchen table, and back to you.

"Balls!"

He didn't mean for this to happen. This wasn't supposed to happen. He always kept you away from them. At first it was because he didn't want you to get too close to the boys just for them being taken away by their dad or worse for them to die on a hunt and leaving you heart broken. Later he didn't want you to meet Dean, since you were perfectly the type of girl Dean usually spent the nights with. He didn't know what he would do if Dean hurt you.

That's why he had always sent you to Ellen, where he knew you would be safe.

But now all the precautions he took, didn't mean a damn thing anymore. The hiding game was over. There was nothing he could do to protect you now.

Then he saw the look on Dean's face, whose eyes were trained on his daughter and had a soft expression to them. That was when he realized all his worst fears were coming true.

Balls.