From the Ashes [Supernatural] {4}

3.2 Meeting The Family

I watched as Dad pulled up at Mom's house after their date. "See you later?" Dad asked. "If you're lucky," Mom told him before kissing him on the lips. I smirked and shook my head.

Mom climbed out and Dad drove away. Mom walked toward the house and spotted me, "Scarlett, right?" I nodded and she sighed. "I'm not sure you should come in."

"You can trust me. I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right? I mean, we're -- we're practically family," I said. "Yeah, thing is, my Dad, he's a little, um . . ." She trailed off.

I looked toward the house with my grandparents inside, "Oh, I gotta meet him." Mom tilted her head, "You've heard of him?"

"Clearly not enough," I said. Mom sighed, hesitating and I gave her my best puppy dog eyes. She tilted her head and chuckled, shaking her head, "Fine. Come on."

I smiled and followed her into the house. Mom introduced me to Samuel and Deanna, my grandparents. Samuel, Mom and I were sitting at the couch on the living room.

"So, you're a hunter?" Samuel asked me and I nodded. "Well, tell me something, Miss hunter, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?"

"Neither, you cut their heads off," I answered and Mom smiled. "So, did I pass your test?" Samuel nodded, "Yep. Now get out of my house."

"Dad!" Mom scolded him. "I don't trust other hunters, Scarlett, don't want their help, don't want them around my family," Samuel said. "Knock it off, Samuel," Deanna told him from the next room.

"She's a hunter," Samuel told her. Deanna walked in, "Who passed your little pop quiz, who is much younger than Mary. And now I am inviting her to dinner." She looked at me with a smile, "Are you hungry?"

"Starving," I answered. "Good," She said. "I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, now wash up." I looked at Mom and she smiled.

We all went to the dining room and sat at the table. "First time in Lawrence, Scarlett?" Deanna asked me as we all started to eat. "Well, it's been a while," I said. "Things sure have changed, I think."

"You working a job?" Samuel asked. "Yeah, maybe," I answered. "What's that mean?" He asked. "It means I don't trust other hunters either, Samuel," I said, shrugging.

Mom and Deanna exchanged an amused look while Samuel smirked. I smirked and continued to eat. "Hey, um, so why were you following me and John?" Mom asked me.

"Mmm, I thought something was after your, um, boyfriend, but, um, I don't think that anymore," I answered. "John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?" Deanna asked in amusement and I smirked at the irony.

Samuel sighed an annoyed sigh and rolled his eyes. Mom tilted her head at him, "I saw that." He looked at her, "What?"

"That sour lemon look," Mom answered. "Now hold on, John's a really, really nice . . . naive civilian," Samuel said. "So what? You'd rather me be with another hunter?" Mom asked. "Mary, of course not," He told her. "It's just that I --"

"That's enough, both of you, we have company," Deanna told them. I nodded awkwardly and looked at Samuel, "So what about you, Samuel, you, uh, working a job?"

"Might be," He answered. "He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm," Mom told me and he gave her a look. I cleared my throat, "Whitshire? Why does that name sound familiar to me?"

"Well, it's been all over the papers. Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over," Samuel told me. "That kind of thing happens," I said. "So why was he on it in the first place when his crops are all dead?" Samuel asked. "Demonic omens?" I asked. "That's what I gotta find out," He said.