Sam and Dean Winchester were sat in a café in Blue Earth, Minnesota. Dean's phone starts ringing. He pulls it out and is confused by the number ringing him. Sam looked up from his laptop as Dean answered the phone.

'Hello?' Dean was curious.

'Dean. It's Joyce, from San Francisco?' The female sounded worried.

'Joyce…Oh! Joyce Lacing for San Francisco?' Dean hoped he was right.

'Yeah. That's the one. Dean, I need your help down here.' Joyce said.

'What is it?' Dean asked.

'I think we have a Ghoul or Shifter down here. I need help down here as soon as you can get here.'

'Joyce, I thought you gave up the hunting.'

'I did. I have another reason for getting you down here to help me, but I can't explain on the phone. Can you come over?'

'Yeah. I'll be bringing Sam with me. We'll be there in a few hours. Just hang tight, alright?'

'Thank you, Dean. I guess I owe you one…again.'

'We'll deal with that later. Right, we'll leave now. Bye, Joyce.'

'Bye, Dean.'

Joyce hung up on him. Dean put his phone away and smirked a little bit.

'What was that about?' Sam asked.

'Joyce was a hunter when we met and now she's quit, she's called on us to go and stop the creature in San Francisco. She thinks it's either a Ghoul or a Shifter. She can't do it on her own, so she wants backup. The weird thing was, she said there's another reason why she's not doing it and she said she couldn't say why down the phone.' Dean was a little confused by her.

'How close did you and Joyce get?' Sam questioned his brother.

Dean looked at Sam disapprovingly. Sam rolled his eyes, getting the point. Both of them packed their belongings up and got into the Impala. Dean then sped away down the roads towards their next location.

Dean pulled up outside Joyce's house. It was beautiful and well-kept from the outside.

'It's a bit of a big house for one person, isn't it?' Sam asked.

Both of them got out the Impala and walked up to the door. Sam knocked on the door. Joyce opened the door and smiled seeing them.

'Come on in, you two.' Joyce seemed happy to see them.

Dean led Sam into the house. They shut the door behind them.

'Joyce, how many years has it been?' Dean asked.

'It's been about eighteen years.' Joyce grinned.

Dean gently kissed her cheek.

'Can I can you guys a beer?' Joyce asked.

'Sure. Shall we sit in the living room?' Dean smirked.

'Yeah. I'm sorry about the mess.' Joyce called as she walked into the kitchen.

Dean led Sam into the living room. Toys for a nine year old are scattered on the floor. They both sat on the sofa. Joyce walked into the living room and gave them beers.

'Thanks.' Sam smiled weakly at her.

'So, what couldn't you tell us about it on the phone?' Dean asked.

'Well, I guess I have more at stake here if something goes wrong.' Joyce looked slightly uncomfortable.

Dean then spotted a photo of an eighteen year old and a nine year old on her mantel piece.

'Are they your kids?' Sam asked, seeing it too.

'Yeah. Holly and Josh. Holly's eighteen. She'll be going to Stanford in September.' Joyce sighed deeply.

'What's she studying?' Sam was curious.

'English. She writes a lot.' Joyce laughed nervously.

'I did a while at Stanford. I did Law. It's a very good college.' Sam smiled a little bit.

'Hang on, Holly's eighteen? Isn't that the same amount of years since we saw each other?' Dean asked.

'Yes. Exactly, Dean.' Joyce looked uncomfortable.

'Joyce, what is it?' Sam asked, trying to be supportive.

'Holly is Dean's.' Joyce looked right at Dean.

Sam and Dean looked at Joyce in shock. They looked at each other, trying to let it sink in.

'I have a daughter? Since when?' Dean was confused.

'Since the day you left, I checked and found it was positive. She's yours. I even checked her when she was a baby. I still had a couple of your things with your DNA on, so we got a match from that. She's yours, Dean. She even acts a little bit like you.' Joyce explained.

'Where is she now?' Sam asked.

'Collecting Josh from school. He's very clingy to her. It's like she's the only one he'll listen to or talk to. I don't know how I'll get him to behave when she's at Stanford. She won't be able to take him to school or pick him up.' Joyce shrugged.

'I'm sure it won't be so bad.' Dean hoped.

'You haven't seen Josh when he's fighting against me. Holly has to step in. I will warn you with Holly that she does have a British accent. I had a run in with a Vampire Coven that was hunting me, so I sent her to a Hunter in the UK to keep her safe from it all. She was there for eight or nine years.' Joyce explained further.

'Does she know what we do?' Sam asked.

'She doesn't know you're coming, but I don't know how much she knows. I don't know what happened in the UK, but she came back stronger and able to fire weapons with ease. She's just like her Dad.' Joyce looked at Dean.

'You wanted us to come down to protect Holly and Josh, didn't you?' Dean asked.

'I didn't know who else to call. Bobby wasn't picking up. Neither was Garth or any of the others. It was worrying.' Joyce sighed.

'I'm sorry, but Bobby's dead. Garth's now a Werewolf living somewhere peacefully without killing humans. It's a good thing we picked up.' Dean shrugged.

'How many murders have there been, Joyce?' Sam asked.

'Two so far, but neither of them match at all. One is like a Ghoul's killing, but the second was like a Shifters' killing, like that case you worked in St Louis.' Joyce smirked.

'You know about that?' Sam was shocked.

'It had hunters written all over it. I did see the news reports on it and your face, Dean. I'm hoping you shot the bitch.' Joyce said.

'Yeah. It's dead.' Dean looked happy about it.

Joyce looked at her watch. She looked slightly alarmed.

'Joyce?' Dean asked.

'Dean, you asked where Holly was.' Joyce looked nervous.

'Yeah, why do you ask?' Dean asked.

'She should be pulling up any minute now with Josh.' Joyce looked right into Dean's eyes.

'Does she know I'm her Dad?' Dean asked.

'No. I wanted to wait for a moment to arise for you to tell her.' Joyce confessed.

'Right. I'd better get prepared to tell her, shouldn't I?' Dean sighed deeply.

The door starts unlocking. The time was here.