All I Need

Harvelle's Roadhouse

Lydia walked into the Roadhouse and sat up at the bar by 2 guys. The bar was pretty much empty. A woman walked to Lydia and asked what drink she wanted and Lydia got Bourbon. "Hi," The man next to her said, "I'm Dean."  "Marin, Lydia Marin." Lydia said, shaking the mans hand. The man next to Dean jumped up and looked at Lydia. "Natalie Marin's daughter? The bastard Daughter?" he asked. Lydia sighed, "Shit." "So you are?" he asked. Lydia nodded. "Well, Lydia Marin. I am John Winchester. I knew your mother very well..." he said. "$20 you're my dad." Lydia said. "That I'd have to agree with." John said. Lydia looked at him questioningly, as did Dean. "What?" they both said. "I didn't think he'd actually say he was my dad." Lydia said to Dean. "I didn't think it was possible." Dean replied. "Natalie did a test years ago and I have 4 bastard Libas with her, she only kept one, sent the others away... she kept you." John said. "And why are you admitting this?" Lydia asked. "Because it's the right thing." John said. Lydia immediately went through John's head to see he was telling the truth, she saw everything he knew. She figured out that his mother was a banshee, hence Lydia getting to be part banshee, and that Winchesters were some of the last surviving Petrovas, not the only ones but some of the last. She now knew how to kill every monster and all the lore of the different breeds of all the stereotypical monsters. "Well, this was quick..." Dean said. "No, this was shitty writing." Lydia said quietly. "What?" John and Dean asked. "What?" Lydia asked.