Speeding down the road with Aerosmith's Back in the Saddle Again blaring on the radio, Sam and Dean are in a hurry to get to Bobbies. Dean received an S.O.S call from Bobby a few hours ago about Vampires invading the junk yard.
Once they got there they found Bobby on the front porch firing rounds at the vampires, Dean chuckled when he hears Bobby shout, "'Bout damn time ya idgits," to them. Within seconds the vampires are gaining up on Sam and Dean. A black truck pulls into the drive way and a lady gets out and helps kill off the vampires.
After the vampires run for safety someplace else they all go inside. The lady follows and gets glared at by Bobby, "what?" she asks sitting down in the recliner next to her. Propping the foot up Bobby sighs when he sees a gash on her leg.
"First off who are you?" Bobby demands from her. She just chuckled and fished the piece of glass she has wedged into her leg out.
"Kasey Singer," she told him using that last name her mother gave her. Sam and Dean both choke on their beers.
"What?" all three of them ask.
"You heard me," she grumbled as she poured some of her beer on her gash and tried not to scream out in pain.
"Watch it girl," Bobby grumbled back.
"Watch what? My mouth, that's a little hard when it's below my nose there pops," she told him and he huffed.
"If I'm your father then who the hell is your mother?" he demanded to know. She sighed and got her wallet out of her back pocket and tossed it to Bobby.
"Open to the first picture and you'll find out," she told him with a glare. He did and saw a picture of Eleanor Visyak holding a little girl.
"She's?" was all Bobby asked confused as hell.
"Yeah I'm the love child you two made," she told him and he shook his head no and went to the kitchen, still holding the wallet. She got up and followed him.
"This can't be," Bobby spoke up not knowing Kasey was standing there.
"Well if it ain't true, then why am I here to find you?" she asked him as she went over to him and leaned against the counter next to him.
"She never told me though, that's why I'm not believing it," he told her and she nodded.
"I understand, but I have a book in my bag she told me to give you when I found you," Kasey told him and left to go to her truck before anyone could stop her. A while later she comes back in and went to Bobby and handed him a book on Dragons, "she said you might need this more then she would."
"Okay," was all he said as he held the book in his hands.
"Got a room I could use for a while?" she asked kindly.
"Yeah, first room on the left you can use, it'll be your room," he told her and she nodded, "need help carrying bags in?"
"Sure you can help dad," she told him and turned her back. The second her back was turned he rolled his eyes at the word 'dad' he will not be able to get used to that name.
He went outside and helped her bring in her five bags, "what the hell do you have in these three?" he grumbled as he placed them on the bed.
"Well the two on the left are weapons and ammo, the one on the right has a few of my special books in it along with some stuff mom gave me," she told him, "thanks for the help, what do you want me to call you dad or Bobby?"
"Bobby is good,' he told her and she nodded.
"Okay, well, um, I think I'll go and take a shower and see if the water will help clean the gash out," she told him and got into a bag and grabbed a smaller bag out of it. Then she dug through it and found an outfit and turned to Bobby.
"I'll show you the bathroom and let Sam and Dean know not to enter while you're in the shower," Bobby told her.
"Alright," she told him quietly and followed him down the stairs. They got to the bathroom and she closed the door and locked it. Bobby made his way to the living room and sat down.
"Everything alright?" Sam asked seeing the confused look in Bobbie's eyes.
"Yeah," was all Bobby said and watched Dean get up, "where you going boy?"
"Bathroom" Dean spoke up.
"The doors locked, Kasey's taking a shower," Bobby replied and Dean sat back down, "so any demons?"
"Not any that are showing up right now," Sam replied taking the hint Bobby wanted to not talk about Kasey.
"But yet, there was a lot of Vampires here?" Bobby asked and they all heard the bathroom door open. Kasey came out in a pair of short black shorts and a tighter black tank-top. Bobby rolled his eyes.
"What?" she asked confused.
"Nothing," was all Bobby replied. She got up and went to her room and closed the door with a thud.
"Crap," she whispered and went downstairs after putting on her sandals and went to her truck. She grabbed her stereo from the back along with a case full of CD's. Bobby saw her carrying the stuff and went over and took the stereo, "thanks."
"Welcome," he replied and carried it upstairs, "Got anything else?"
"Nope, that's it," she told him and he left after nodding.
A while later Sam and Dean were passed out. Dean was on the couch while Sam was on the floor. Bobby went upstairs and saw a light glowing from under Kasey's door so he lightly knocked on the door, "It's open," he heard her softly call.
He slowly opened the door and chuckled a little when he saw her stretched out on the bed looking at a photo album, "how's the leg?" he asked as he slowly sat down in a chair he put in the room for her.
"Hurts some," she told him softly but bit her lip when she sat up and her leg rubbed against the blankets.
"Want me to get the peroxide and clean it for you?" he asked trying to make some small talk.
"Sure, if you want," she told him and he got up.
"Be right back," he told her and she nodded and watched him leave. A few moments later he came back with a towel and the peroxide. He slowly lifted her leg, placed the towel under it and opened the peroxide. As he slowly poured the peroxide over the gash he saw a cute picture of Kasey when she was younger.
"Where was that picture taken?" he asked and pointed at it.
She chuckled, "the carnival when I was five, mom took me there every year, but of course kept the clowns away from me."
"Clowns?" he asked with a chuckle.
"Yeah, I had a bad experience with one and ever since then I've been scared of them," she softly told him trying not to scream in pain from the peroxide hitting her open gash.
"What was the bad experience?" he asked kindly.
"I was two and from what mom told me she had me in the stroller and turned away for one second and a clown took me out and started to toss me in the air and stuff," she told him and wiped a tear off her cheek from the pain of her leg.
"Oh, that sucks," was all he could think of to say. She nodded and a few moments later of silence he was done cleaning the gash out. He took a big Band-Aid she didn't realize he had with him and placed it on the gash.
"Thanks Bobby," she told him, "I'm gonna head to bed I'm tired as heck to night."
"okay sleep tight if you need anything my room is two rooms down the hall on the left," he told her.
"Okay night," she told him and slowly drifted to sleep.
Bobby shut the light off for her and went to his room. He flipped the light on and saw the Dragon book sitting there on the bed. He went over to it and slowly flipped through the pages. Stopping suddenly when he noticed an envelope that had Eleanor's hand writing on the front of it slipped out of the book onto his bed. He noticed the print had his name on it.
With a confused look on his face he slowly picked the envelope up and opened it. He sighed when he saw it was a letter, "A letter?" he asked confused then started to read, and this is what he read;
Dear Bobby,
if you are reading this, then I am already dead. You may find this hard to believe, but you have a daughter. Her name is Kasey Marie Singer, and she was born November19, 1983. I could never find the words to tell you, though given your lifestyle, figured you may not have wanted a child. We may have parted not on the best of terms, but please watch over her and protect her from the things out there that you hunt.
With love,
Eleanor Visyak.
He had to read the letter a few times before the information sunk in, "so Kasey wasn't lying?" he asked himself, "I'll talk to her tomorrow about it." He told himself and slowly fell asleep, asleep full of weird dreams.