Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me. The original character of Evelyn Winchester does.

A/N: So, I know I said I was done with the alternate Evy stories. I meant it when I said it. But my best friend planted this plot bunny in my head and I haven't been able to get rid of it. I still haven't decided how far I'm going to take this, or even if I'll still work on it. Basically, after the events of Line in the Sand (Evy Story 29), Bobby takes Sam and Evy from John.

"You can't take my kids, Bobby."

"Well, I'm doin' it, asshat."
"You've never raised kids, Bobby. It's a lot different than watching 'em…"
"The hell I ain't ever raised 'em. I've been there for them a hell of a lot more than you."
"Bobby, you're not taking my kids…"
"It's me or CPS. Take your pick. They come with me you'll at least be able to see 'em."
"You wouldn't."

"Watch me."

The ride from John's had seemed to take forever, and Bobby was glad that Sam and Evy were both asleep. It gave him time to think. As much as they fought, John was the closest thing to a best friend he'd ever had. He didn't want to take John's kids from him. It was a cruel thing to do to him. But, he admitted to himself, it would be even crueler to Sam and Evy to leave them there. John's drinking was getting steadily worse, and John was gone more than he was home. Bobby had always worried that John was too hard on them, but he'd never doubted that he loved them. He didn't doubt it now. But whenever Bobby started to reconsider what he was doing, he would think about the handprint still on Evy's face and the fear in Sam's voice when he realized he would be going back to his father. Bobby finally pulled into the driveway, parked the truck, then turned to the two sleeping kids. He hated waking Sam, but Sam was too big to carry now.

"Sam. Sam, wake up, buddy."
"Hmm?" A very sleepy Sam stirred.

"Careful, don't wake up your sister. We're here."

"Oh." Sam said. He yawned and whispered, "I'll get her."

"You go on up to bed, Sam. I'll get her."

"'Kay." Sam replied softly, getting out and softly closing the door.

Damn Sam must be tired, Bobby thought. He hadn't seen Sam not take Evy ever. Carefully, Bobby unbuckled his seat belt and reached over to pick up the still sleeping Evy. He said a silent prayer the entire time that he wouldn't wake her up. The last thing he needed tonight was an upset Evy. He succeeded in pulling her out of her car seat, and decided to leave her and Sam's bags in the car for the night. Bobby felt something slip out of his arms, and Evy immediately woke up, whining.

"Shhh. It's alright, Baitfish. Go back to sleep."
"S'isy…" Evy said sleepily.

"What?"

"Squish, where's he?" Evy asked.

Bobby turned and saw the battered black cat that served as Evy's best friend lying on the ground outside the truck. "I'll get him."
"Tank 'ou." Evy said.

Bobby handed Squish to her, and Evy cuddled him to her chest and went back to sleep. When Bobby laid her down on the bed she slept on at his house, he pulled her blanket up for her and watched her sleep for a few seconds. He knew he should be worried about his new responsibility, but, at least for the moment, all he felt about it was peace.

"Sleep tight, Baitfish. Uncle Bobby's got ya. Love you, little girl."

Bobby turned and left the room, going across the hall to check on Sam. He expected to find Sam sleeping just like Evy, but instead he found Sam sitting down and staring at his comforter.

"Sam? You alright?"

"Yeah." Sam said.

"You don't sound alright." Bobby said. "What's up, buddy?"

Sam sighed. "I feel bad for what happened with Dad."
Bobby nodded. "Yeah, I kinda do too."
"You do?" Sam asked. "You're not taking us back, are you?"
"No." Bobby said. "I meant what I said. Your daddy can't separate hunting and fatherhood. It's not good for you two to be in that lifestyle."
"What about Dean?"

"Dean's eighteen, Sam. I can't make him come with me." Bobby said.

"I know." Sam said sadly. "I just miss him."

"Sam, you know I'm not keeping you from Dean or your dad forever, right? You can call either one of them whenever you want, and they can come here and see you whenever they want."
"I know. I'm not mad at you, Bobby. I just wish Dad would be more of a Dad, you know?" Sam explained.

"I know, buddy. I do." Bobby said. "Listen, we're all tired. Why don't we talk more about this tomorrow?"

"Sure." Sam said. "You meant what you said about me and Evy not hunting, right?"

"Sam, it's up to you. If you want to hunt, you can hunt. If you want to go to one school, you go to one school. You just have to follow my rules. Basically, let me know where you are and who you're with, watch your sister for me if I ever do have to be gone for a little while, and do your chores. Can you do that?"

"Definitely." Sam smiled. "Thanks, Bobby."

"My pleasure, bud. You go to sleep, okay?"
"Okay. Good night, Bobby." Sam said.

"Good night, Sam. See you in the morning."

As Sam laid down in his bed, Bobby thought to himself Here we go.