~your pov at the Sunset Diner~

I get to the diner around 11:45 and grab a large booth. As I pick up the menu, three men walk in the door, one is shorter than the other two and has spiky brown hair with beautiful blue eyes and is wearing a tan trench coat. The other one that is medium height, has short brown hair with candy apple green eyes and is wearing a flannel shirt with a leather jacket. He is kinda cute, I think, scratch that, REALLY cute. The tallest one has shoulder-length hair with brown eyes and is also wearing a flannel shirt. Then Bobby walks in and directs them to my table.

~Dean's pov~

When we walk in, there is a beautiful girl with Y/H/C Y/H/L hair, Y/E/C eyes, and
Y/S/C skin, wearing a green flannel with black jeans. She had a cut on her brow that was just sewn, a black eye and multiple bruises.
Damn, I think, she is beautiful. I hope she is the hunter Bobby wants us to meet.

~your pov~

The men approach my table and I get up and hug Bobby.
"It is good to see you, idjit," Bobby says.
"You too, old man," I sass.
I turn to the other three men.
"I'm Y/N, and you are," I ask.
Trench coat says, "I am Castiel, angel of the lord."
The moose one states, "I'm Sam."
And the cute one says, "I'm Dean, sweetheart."
We sit down in the booth and order breakfast.
"So do you want to tell us how a small thing like you can take out 8 demons by yourself?" questions Dean.

You glare at him. "Well this 'small thing' has been hunting for 22 years," I reply, still glaring.
"Not to be rude, but how old are you?" asks Sam.
"I am 28 and I started training when I was 4 and went in my first hunt when I was 6," I state proudly.
"You are Roseland Y/L/N's daughter, arent you," asks Cas with a squinty look in his face and his head tilted.
I tense up.
"Yes, but I'm not here to talk about family," I reply coldly.

~flashback~

"Honey, there are things that go bump in the night," said your mom.
"Is that why daddy isn't here?" asked a 4 year old you.
"No, he isn't here because he didn't want to be a part of this family, but we don't need him because it will always be me and you if I have anything to say about it," stated your mother angrily.

~your pov~

Then the food comes and we eat in silence, well, Sam, Dean, Bobby and I eat.
When we are done, Bobby asks, " do you want to come back to the house with us?"
"Sure," I answer.

~3rd person pov~

The black shape watches the group from outside a window. It mostly watches the girl. Hmm, it thinks, what is she doing with other hunters? Your mother would not be proud, child.