First Supernatural Fic! Pretty excited about it, as always none of the characters, except the ones I make up, belong to me. Please review!

Her heels were burning from her landing on the hard dry and cracked Earth. The sun blinded her as she stood and tried to identify her surroundings. The wind whipped around her pulling her into the direction of the sign for Singer's Scrape yard. She let out a sigh of relief and headed in the direction the sign had pointed to. "One mile to Uncle Bobby's," She thought out loud, "Okay." She picked up her bruised heels and raced down the old dirt road.

The sun poured through the thin linen curtains of one of the bedrooms in Bobby Singer's house. It blinded Dean as he rolled on to his side, "Ugh," he grunted trying to pull the heavy covers over his head, when they wouldn't go up any farther then his nose, he lifted only one eye lid to see what had stopped him.

Jo's blonde curls fanned out against the pillow, her bare shoulders slowly rising and falling with her breathing. The night before slowly came back to him. Flashes of tequila and skin, blonde hair and plump lips, her legs wrapped around his waist, and finally the still unopened condom in his wallet. "Shit." He swore leaning up on his elbows.

Jo turned in her sleep, rolling into Dean's arm, her eyes shot open and there was suddenly a knife in her free hand. "Oh god," she mumbled dropping the knife and rubbing her head, "it's just you." She turned to lay on her back and covered her eyes with her forearm. "Oh god." she mumbled again.

"Ellen is going to shoot me in the front yard." Dean said, looking down at Jo. "You know we never used any-"

"Protection? I know." Jo rolled over on her side to look at Dean, tucking her right arm under her head. "Can't do anything about it now, can we?"

Dean flopped back on the bed. "No I guess not."

Bobby was the one to open the door when she knocked, everyone no doubt was still sleeping. She could tell by the bags under his eyes that there was a heavy night of drinking that had created them. "Can I help you?" He asked, his voice gruff with the hangover he was no doubt feeling.

"Hi Uncle Bobby. Are my parents here?" She asked, trying to peak around the man blocking the door.

"Uncle what? Who are you?" His eyes searched the young woman's face trying to place where he knew her from. From her honey blonde curls that hung loosely around her shoulders, to her deep green eyes, that he could have sworn he'd seen before. "Do I know you?" He practically whispered,recognition starting to take over.

"Some would say too well," The smirk that graced her bubble gum colored lips was a dead give away.

Bobby didn't even respond he just turned on his head and yelled up the stairs. "Dean! Get your ass down here!"

She heard glass break from the far bedroom, a door opening, and something crashing to the floor, causing the ceiling to shake. She heard his voice, letting go of some choice expletives before she even saw his face. He was so much younger then she could ever remember him being. She didn't even want to take her eyes off him to glance at the calender in the
kitchen.

Dean sauntered down the stairs, barefoot, in jeans and a t-shirt. "Hello, there." He smiled, almost flirting.

"Hi Dad." Dean missed a step.

"Excuse me?" His eyebrows creased as he edged closer, as a hunter corners his prey.

She took a step back and put her hands up in surrender. "My name is Ellen Honey Winchester. I was born August 18 2011 to Dean Winchester and Jo Harville. Everyone just calls me Honey." She cringed at the sound of a cup shattering on the kitchen floor. The first Ellen's hands suddenly empty of the cup that had once occupied them.

"What?" A whisper escaped from the top of the stairs, Jo stood staring at Honey, brown eyes searching green. "How could you be here?"

Honey looked from her younger parents to Bobby, "That's the problem, I don't remember. Castiel sent me here and said I had to stop something."

Dean took a long look at the woman claiming to be his daughter. "You're lying."

Honey's eyes whipped up to his. She smirked and looked down, shuffling her feet, chuckling, he didn't even know her, and already he could tell, "All I can say right now, is that what ever your planning on doing today isn't going to work and it's going to get important people killed. People you are going to need someday." Honey said pointing at her father.

"And where do you get off thinking that you can just come in here and tell-" Dean's voice rose with every word, the veins popping in his neck. Honey was glad to see at least that was the same.

"Because I'm your kid!" Honey practically stomped her foot. "Come on," she pushed. "I don't remind you of anyone, not even a little?" The resemblance between her and her parents was clearly undeniable.

"Yeah, I guess a little, but just because you think your a reb-" Dean started.

"Rebel without a cause, with a can do attitude, doesn't mean you get to call the shots!" Honey finished, doing her best 'Dad' impersonation.

There was a nervous giggle from Jo at the top of the stairs. Dean turned on her, "This is funny?"

Jo rolled her eyes, "Of course this isn't funny. But look at her." She insisted pointing at Honey. "She's your spitting image! No one can deny that that's your kid."

"She's yours too! Shouldn't you be freaking out just a little." Dean retorted, "You're a bit too calm for this sort of situation."

"Oh, I am freaking out, but I'm not going to yell at the only person who can tell us what the hell is going on!" Jo shoved past Dean on the stairs, slowing her steps once she reached Honey. "You do look like him," she whispered, "No matter what he says." Jo rolled her eyes in Dean's direction.

"How about we move this into the kitchen?" Bobby interrupted, "I need some coffee for this, and you can test her in there." He raised his eyebrows as if saying, the early hour is no reason to forget that.

Dean nodded, padding his way past everyone into the kitchen. He pulled one of the chairs into the middle of the room, the metal legs scratching against the linoleum. "Honey, sit."

"Just like at home!" Honey clapped her hands and plopped herself in the chair. She rolled up the left sleeve of her beaten jacket, showing off the anti-possession tattoo and an angry scar under the inside of her elbow. "If you need to test with silver, just reopen the scar, I have enough scars, I don't need any more." She noted looking Dean directly in the eye, the same daring look he gives everyone else.

"Hey, who's this?" Sam asked finally making his way downstairs, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

For the briefest of moments, Dean saw a flash of unadulterated fear make it's way across Honey's eyes at the sight of his brother. Then right back to the stubborn determination. "Hi Uncle Sam." He voice wavering on his name, Dean never would have caught it if he wasn't waiting for it.

Sam looked from Honey to Dean. "She's yours I'm guessing?"

"Yeah, I guess." Dean dragged the silver against her scar, producing a line of red on her pale skin. "You're just in time, we're about to find out why she's here."

"All Castiel told me is that something in the time line changed. That what you guys are planning is not going to work. People are going to die."

"What do you mean it's not going to work?" Sam asked, taking a seat at the table.

"I only know the aftermath, I don't know what you're planning. You kind of have to fill me in."

Honey said taking the paper towel that Jo handed her.

"We're going to kill the devil." Ellen answered from the cabinets that she leaned on.

"With what?" Honey twisted in her chair to look at her, her eyebrows knitting together.

"We have the colt." Dean was the one to answer this time. He stood in the doorway with his arms crossed.

Honey's shoulders slumped, "That's what he meant," she sighed. "The colts not going to work."

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, "Cas and Crowley both said it would."

"And what do they know?" Honey turned on him, her voice edging on ice. "Crowley at this time, is a low level cross roads demon, he's nothing. And Cas? Castiel is just some angel in Heaven. They don't know."

Dean pushed his hands through his hair, "Okay, say what you're telling us is true-"

"It is."

"Then what does kill the devil, and how can we kill him."

"You don't. You can't kill the devil. You have to capture him."

"Okay, one problem at a time. What about Death?" Bobby asked, "We still have to stop that."

"No you don't. Death has to come, he will no matter what you do." At Dean's protest, Honey continued. "You have to think about the big picture. Death can be an advantage to you. He has been Lucifer's pet for the last thousand centuries, he is going to get out, this is his escape."

"People are going to die!" Dean finally burst.

"You can't save everyone! They will have to die." Honey came back.

"No, no, I can't do that. I can't just sit around doing nothing, knowing that I can save them!"

"You won't save them! They will all die and you will lose the daughter you haven't even had yet!" Honey tried to shut her mouth before she said it, but her mouth was just not listening her her head.

"I die?" Jo whispered. "So you'll never exist." Honey bowed her head, wringing her hands in her lap.

Dean watched as Jo placed her hand on their daughter's head, playing with her honey colored hair. His family. The one thing he had wanted, a family. He watched Honey twisting her hands, the anti-possession tattoo dancing on her wrist as the muscles moved underneath. "How old are you?" He asked.

"Twenty two." Honey looked up to him, he could tell she was fighting back tears.

"What was your childhood like?" He dragged the other chair from the table and moved it across from Honey.

Honey absentmindedly let her trademark smirk through, "It was good, I expect it was a lot like yours, maybe a little more like Mom's." Honey turned her head up toward Jo. "You wanted to make sure I had all those girly experiences," Then turned her gaze back to Dean, "Although I was able to shot and throw knives with professional precision at age nine."

"Dean, we have to talk about this." Sam interrupted from his spot at the table. Dean nodded.

"Honey, sweetie, why don't you help me make some breakfast?" Ellen asked, "Boys, Jo, why don't you all go talk." Ellen started busying herself as the rest left the room. "Well, don't just sit there, you start making the pancakes."

Honey nodded and did as her grandmother said.

"So? What are we going to do?" Sam asked once everybody was assembled in Bobby's office.

"I hate to admit this, but I kind of believe her." Bobby took a seat in the worn chair behind the desk.

"Well I would certainly like to live." Jo leaned against a large bookshelf.

"I don't want you to die either, but what is the purpose of sending her back here? What's the big picture?" Sam interjected.

"Dean? What do you think?" Bobby said visible measuring the pros and cons.

Dean leaned against the door, arms crossed, his mind whirling. He could not deny that Honey was his daughter. The reason behind why she is here still as unattainable as ever. His decision muddled. On the one hand, if the colt doesn't work, it would be a suicide mission. But not trying to stop death from rising? He couldn't just let that slide. "We can't decide this yet. I need more information." Dean turned and walked out of the office and down the stairs.

Honey was stirring the pancake mix at the table. "How is Death an advantage?" Dean leaned his hands on the table trying to look intimidating to get answers quickly.

Honey didn't stop stirring. "Just like Lucifer you can not kill Death. Death is part of the natural order of things. He is older than time, and probably even God." Honey looked up to meet her father's gaze. "You have to bargain with him. You think he wants to be Lucifer's bitch anymore than you want Sam to be?" She couldn't hide the distaste at her uncle's name as well as she had before.

"Bargain? Bargain what?" Dean took his hands off the table. "What do I have that I can bargain with Death?"

Honey cocked her head and smirked, "You have a way to get Lucifer back in the cage."

"And that is?"

"I can't tell you yet."

"So I'm just supposed to be sit around here and wait for you to tell me the big plan."

Honey continued stirring. "Yup. You're supposed to trust me."

Dean bowed his head and went back up to the office, closing the door behind him. "Let's abort the mission. Bobby start researching what Death is like. What he's done, who he's had interaction with, I wanna know this guy as well as I know myself. Jo," Dean reached out to her but then took his hand back, rethinking the action. "I want us all to stay together. I don't know what's going to happen, and... I just want you close."

Jo nodded. "Yeah, me and Mom will go back home."

"No, that's too far." Dean stopped her.

"It's only a couple of hours."

"No, I want you in the same town. Under the same roof would be better?"

"Yeah let's just have a huge slumber party." Bobby interrupted, "Maybe later, Jo, you could braid my hair."

Jo laughed and headed for the door, "Alright, I'm gonna go let Mom know." Then she stopped. "What about Honey?" She asked Dean.

"Oh she's most definitely staying here. I want to keep a close eye on her." Dean followed Jo out the office. "Where is Castiel?"

"He said he was going to get the cars packed." Bobby answered, following the duo down the stairs.

"Sammy, can you go and get him?" Sam nodded and went out the front door once they reached the bottom.

Dean and Jo stalled staring at Bobby, "Well, I guess I'll go see if they need any help in the kitchen." He turned on his heel and into the kitchen.

"So..," Dean said shuffling his feet. "I'm guessing we made Honey last night.."

"Yeah, I gathered that. Did the math, actually." Jo retorted.

"So what do you think about it?"

"Well obviously I go through with it."

"That's not what I was asking."

"Maybe we should ask our daughter." Jo pointed her eyes through the kitchen archway, at Honey making breakfast with Ellen.

"She would have the answers." Dean followed her gaze.

"No."

"What do you mean no?" Dean struggled not to yell.

"I mean no." Honey met her father's gaze, definitely her mother's daughter.

"Why not?" Dean pressed.

"You've done this back-in-time thing before. You know that I'm not supposed to tell you this stuff. I've already said way too much." After breakfast Dean had taken Honey outside, where she now leaned against the Impala.

Dean sighed, "Can you tell me anything? And if you scratch that car, so help me God."

Honey rolled her eyes and pushed off from the car. "It's fine, Dad." She stood and thought for a minute. "I can tell you that I had a great childhood, considering."

"Considering what?"

Honey scrunched her eyebrows together, looking at Dean like he had grown a second head, "Because of the family business."

"Oh, so we're still doing that?" Dean asked mostly to himself. Leaning against the car, "How was your first time?" He smiled.

Honey chuckled, "Probably just as good as Mom's." She leaned back against the car, next to her father. "You were – are the best father I could have ever asked for."

Dean put his arm around her bringing her close, and kissed the top of her head.

"Aw look, they're getting along!" Jo said holding out her hand to Bobby. "Pay up."

"Damn it Jo." Bobby shook his head and took a twenty out of his wallet, "I was sure he would have stormed back in here."

"Shows what you know."

"It still doesn't make any sense." Castiel said from the kitchen table. "Why would I send her back this way?"

"What do you mean?" Ellen asked.

"She's very specific about events. It seems sloppy." Castiel looked around the room, "Ellen, I will return later, I must research something."

"Oh, ok-" Castiel had disappeared before Ellen could say another word. "I will never get used to that."

"I don't think anyone does." Sam quipped pushing his eggs around, as he looked something up on his laptop.

Dean was the first to walk in the back door, Honey close behind. "So, Honey," Sam said getting her attention. She stopped in her tracks, Sam cocked his head at her, "You okay?"

"Yeah, fine, sorry, lost in my own thoughts." Honey answered shuffling her way to the empty chair across the table from Sam.

"Okay, uhm, how do we capture Lucifer?" He asked.

Honey shook her head. "Not yet. First you have to figure out where and how you'll meet with Death."

Dean sighed audibly, Jo rolled her eyes at him, "Okay," she said, "How do we do that?"

Honey nodded. "Maps? Are in the cabinet?" Honey pointed to large oriental cabinet in the office from across the kitchen. Bobby nodded and Honey made her way over, digging through the cabinet, producing three maps and returning to the table. Laying them on top of each other, in some sort of order. "Death is going to create Lucifer's apocalyptic weather phenomenons, the first will be here," she pointed to a town on the map off Kentucky, "and it will be a huge storm, like grab the arc, Noah, it's going down."

"Alright, so we go to Kentucky." Dean said.

"Hold on there cowboy, I don't know if Death will actually be there, I know it's a sign." Honey removed the map of Kentucky, leaving Louisiana, "A hurricane will hit along the Gulf here, it'll make Katrina look like water park. But I don't know if he'll be there either."

"Then what do you know?" Sam asked, clearly getting aggravated.

Honey narrowed her eyes and removed Louisiana, leaving Illinois. "Chicago. I know he'll be there."

"And how do you know that?" Bobby pipped in.

"Deep dish pizza." Honey answered.

"Pizza?" Ellen stopped clearing the plates and stared at her granddaughter.

Honey shrugged. "Death's a foodie."

"Okay, when are all these storms going to hit?" Dean rubbed his eyes, weary of this conversation.

Honey glanced at the calendar on the wall. "They are all a week apart. Kentucky first, then the Gulf, and then Chicago. You can probably see storm paths as early as tomorrow."

"Alright, that's when we'll start everything." Jo said drying the clean dishes her mother handed her.

"So you'll be with us for three weeks?" Sam said.

"I guess, yeah, that is until Cas comes and gets me." Honey was visibly uncomfortable under Sam's gaze. It was quiet for a moment, everyone thinking, or planning, calculating. "Mom? Sorry, Jo?"

"It's okay, what's up?" Jo turned, wiping her hands with the dish towel.

"Do you happen to have any clothes here?" Honey pulled at her shirt, "I've been wearing these for three days."

"Sure," Jo waved her forward, "Come on we'll pick something out."

Honey stood, then turned and hugged her grandmother from behind, "Thanks for breakfast, it was delicious."

Ellen turned in Honey's arm, "Of course darling." She put a hand on Honey's cheek, and pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear with her other. "Any time."

Honey nodded, smiling, then followed her future mother out of the kitchen.

"Are we the same size?" Jo asked absently, going through the stockpile of clothes she kept at Bobby's.

"Yeah," Honey answered pulling an old bomber jacket out of a box, "Oo I like this!"

"You can have that one, I haven't worn it in forever."

Honey took her jacket off quickly and replaced it with her new leather one. She turned this way and that in the mirror, she stuck her hand in the pocket, "What's this?" she asked pulling out an old photo of Jo and Dean.

Jo snapped it out of her hand quickly. "Nothing, it's just something I used to, well, I used to carry it around with me. Just in case."

"In case?" Honey asked.

"In case he died sweetie. It's the only picture I have of him." She smiled, "That's the jacket I had when I first met him. I was eighteen." Jo looked at the picture fondly. "I had a big crush on him."

"Really? I had no idea." Honey's sarcastic smiled planted securely on her lips.

Jo rolled her eyes. "Yeah well, I guess I end up with more than a crush."

"You can say that." Honey riffled through the same box that she found the jacket in.

Jo sat back and watched her for a moment. "I know you can't tell me much, but are we happy."

Honey stilled her hands, "Yes, you're happy. You love each other very much."

Jo smiled and helped go through the boxes, "Hey, how about this one?" She pulled out an old Air Supply t-shirt.

"Ew. Mom. No."

Jo shrugged, putting it against her own body to test if it still fit.

"How ya doing grandma?" Bobby asked Ellen as he reached for another beer.

"Watch yourself, Singer." Ellen pointed at him from her seat at the table, Bobby took a seat across from her. "I'm not sure yet. I love Dean, but with my daughter..."

Bobby laughed, "Afraid he might knock her up?"

Ellen rolled her eyes, "I think it's a little late for that." Ellen stood and went for the fridge, grabbing a beer for herself. "I think I'm just going to have to see how it goes." She shrugged and took a large gulp.

"So."

"Yeah, Sam," Dean asked, silently thanking God for the interruption from the horribly boring book he was suffering through.

"You have a kid."

"Not quite yet, but yeah I do." Dean smiled, "She is a pistol, isn't she?"

"More like a twelve gauge shot gun." Sam laughed. "I'm pretty sure she hates me."

"Yeah, what's that all about?"

"So you caught that too then?" Dean nodded. "I don't know man, maybe I do something bad in the future."

Dean sighed pushing the book farther away from him, "One thing at a time Sammy, one thing at a time."

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