Disclaimer:I don't own Supernatural. This is Wish fulfillment fan fiction.

Supernatural Fan fiction- Brotherly Love

Setting Season 8, After the Slice Girls Deveraux had been violently murdered, and the Winchester brothers are at a loss as numerous foes become unlikely allies. And wanna be side kicks shadow our Hunting duo. Both brothers have the murder of a personal loved one to the other causing a fissure in their Brotherhood. Amy, the Kitsune having been slaughtered and her kit, Jacob, left behind by Dean for revenge. Sam, after killing Dean's daughter Emma, the magically genetically altered hybrid daughter of an Amazon. The Only thing they have been able to do is bury the pain in an ocean of beer. For the first time since Bobby died in the Hospital they feel yet again alone.

Bobby, now a ghost haunting the two brothers has one last thing to do before he can move on.

The Colonial Suite at the Pineapple Inn, Macomb Illinois

Dean woke up to the same annoying noise since childhood. The sound of his little brother Sammy snoring. Though, oddly but not uncommonly, the sound came closer than from a cross the room and in his own queen sized bed. Slightly dazed he opened his eyes.

"Sammy," He said hoarsely. "You better not have puked on your pillow. I am not cleaning that-"

Dean was cut short by a foreign entity , having figured it was only Sam passed out on the bed after a night of heavy drinking. Sure enough Sam was there, in a king sized bed, with a woman between the two of them. This was definitely against their code of never doing it in the same room unless twins were involved. He scrambled out of the bed, tangled in the sheets and hit his butt hard on the plush floor. "Awe man..." Dean began to scour his memory of the previous night for answers, but every memory came with a dull wave of pain not unlike a hang over.

He remembered that he and Sam went too a Buffalo Wild Wings off the interstate. There were some trailer trashy girls, a new waitress in training who was an absolute knock out, a few truckers, a mill worker, a miner and a couple sports enthusiasts watching the Hockey game. There was the woman who was now between Dean and Sam, there in the center of a few of the truckers as they placed bets against her in a drinking game. She had ten shots of Tequila racked out, and two bottles of Red Eye Coffee Porter to chase it with. She was drinking a more heavy set trucker under the table. She looked miserable and bitter. Her face was puffy from the tears soaking it, and she fixed a determined scowl on her heart shaped face.

"Here there, Sweetheart."

"What do you want?" She asked, wiping her tears from her chin.

"I want you to smile sweet cheeks, I think you're about to be a whole lot richer." Dean said, throwing down a hundred on the girl to win. She gave him his obligatory smile and knocked back another one.

He smiled and winked biting into a chicken wing that was a touch too spicey, and the spice landed right on the back of his throat. Seeing his emmanet need, She handed him her beer. He began to chug, clearing the offending substance and staggered backwards into the bar. His head was swimming and he hadn't even begun to drink his first beer sat firmly where Sam's other two had been. Sam, back from the bathroom toweling his hands dry with a paper towel.

"Dean?" Sam walked over and rolled his eyes over his drunken brother.

"Sorry about that, He's my Brother. I'll get him outta here." Sam said settling up their tab and taking a quick last swallow of what he thought was his own beer.

The opponent fell off the booth. The girl scooped up the money and followed Sam to the Parking Lot.

"Hey, I'll help you get him back and save ya money on a cab. The Pineapple Inn's up the road." She offered.

"Thanks, I got it...Wow, is it me or is it hot out here?" He asked.

"Both." She giggled, causing him to giggle uncharacteristically. "But I'm no judge I just had eleven shots of Gold and three red eyes, so I'm not a very good judge of temperature. And right now your brother looks to be about 185 punds of dead weight, even for an eleven minute walk, that's a bit much. But you're in luck, I'm just drunk enough to move a moose. So you staying at the Inn?"

"Yeah."

"Me too, see it's even on my way, Might ash well have some one ta talk to."

"Looks like you're having a little trouble yourself." He smirked.

"Nope." She was able to pick up Dean a couple inches off the ground

"What am I a Kitten?"

"Okay maybe not."

"S'wadda you do?" Dean asked trying to chat her up, mumbling. She was warm, human, female, kinda cute which fit his criteria.

"Uh, well I'm working on a case." She stammered guiltily, something Sam picked up on quickly. "I am a manufacturing specialist for a Fortune 500 company. Heh, Boring stuff, I'm afraid. Damn...It's getting hot. Could've sworn it's February."

"It's Valentines Day." Sam said Matter-of-factually.

"Oh, you mean singles awareness day." She giggled ridiculously and tried to regain her composure. "Sorry, sorry, Didn't mean to assume. You guys are too hot to not have girlfriends...or boyfriends...or maybe you look nice but are secretly douche bags..."

"Or third option, we're on the road a lot...for work, and Most relationships don't last." Dean said as he stumbled into the locked hotel room door.

"Sorry, I'm just a little jaded. My ex w-was really hot like you guys. Came home and found a note on the bed. The S.O.B. cleaned out my account and my electronics in my apartment and is probably half way to Perth by now."

"Australia?" Sam asked while Dean fumbled around drunkenly by the door.

"Hey Sam-O!"

"Shh, Dean keep it down, what?"

"You got the room key?"

"No, you said it was Valentines and you were the only one getting any tonight so I had to sleep in the car." Sam reminded him. A crack of Thunder rolled across the sky and a cloud burst dowsed the stranded trio.

"I guess I'll call the after hours number."

"Good luck with that." She giggled."Because this is Macomb, and they May-Come if it's before 8 pm. I've stayed here before ended up having to put out for another room at the Holiday Inn Express. Aside from that the after hours line is disconnected. No one here till noon tomorrow." She got a bit wobbly on her own feet.

"Look it's late, you're gonna catch your death, I guess. As long as you don't plan on Killing or raping me you can hang out in my room until they open up, or you can get your key tomorrow. Sound fair?"

"Yesh derby muth" Dean replied."...SAM! I think I'm in a K-hole!"

"K-hole...?" She looked down. "Damned Spooners!"

"Drugged?" Sam realized. "Who are the spooners?"

"College kids, they're locals who cooked up this stuff called Rock and roll."

"And that is?"

"Street name for Gamma-hydroxybutyrate mixed with Phenylethylamine."

"Not so up on the Chem speak."

"Roofies and Ecstasy with out the uppers, just the delay motor function, you can't feel your face, everything else feels close you start seeing things that aren't there...and you get hot."

"Like we are now? But how?" Sam asked.

"Those truckers!" She epiphanized. "C'mon, it's gonna get worse we could collapse right here in the rain and god knows what-else"

They dropped Dean on to her King sized bed. They nearly bonked heads. Being so close, mere inches away, breathing in her sweet body wash and his after shave. Their eyes met, and locked like magnets.

Dean could see the heat between those two eminating like Lava, he actually saw lava, but it might have been the drugs. He nudged her butt into his brother so their lips met. The rest seemed natural. A deep movie worthy kiss with all the intimacy of a 60 yearold couple. A movie worthy kiss. Then she felt Dean lift up the back of her shirt and leave a hot trail of kisses down to her tail bone.

She broke away for a breathless moment. "Your brother-I-I gave him my beer, to clear his throat. Ah-I never got it back."

Sam quickly unbuttoned his shirt. "And I think I might have finished his beer."

"Why do you say that?" She asked dizzy, another crack of thunder made her jump a little.

"Because right now your hair is soft as feather downe and I'm really thirsty." He replied.

Dean pulled her pants down and She began unbuttoning Sam's jeans. Before he lost himself completely in the moment Sam made a phone call. "It's Sam, we're in Macomb, we need your help. Pineapple-"

The three writhed with pleasure. The rest for Dean was blurry. Just moans, giggles and smiles, and a feeling of content release. Now Sam lay there, with only a thin blanket hiding his boy parts and an arm draped around their nameless stranger. An over all scan of the room indicated a drunken night, all parties may have been drugged but wht he couldn't account for was the chair in the middle of the room , out of place, with an empty can of grape soda and an empty bag of microwave popcorn., and one crusty gym sock on the floor right next to the heard the shower running and a quick body count added up to someone else being there. He rummaged around on the floor and threw his pants on and grabbed the gun from the inner lining.

"I hope to hell that's your twin sister..." He mumbled. But the vague figure was skinny and lanky, A plume of steam wafted out with the scent of Hoja Santa, Licorice, black birch sap and Cinnamon.

"You make me feel like-a-nat-u-ral wo-man WO-Maaaaaaaan!" The man's voice was squeeky, like a teenager's.

"Garth?" Dean squinted. "Is that you?"

"Whoa-hoa Dean, Put the Gun Down, Buddy." Garth had a head full of suds and a back scrub brush.

"Garth what the hell are you doing here?"

"Sam called me over."

"Sam?"

"Yeah, tell you all about it, Jeeze don't you know how to knock?"

"Oh, right, um, wait why would Sam call you?" He demanded, covering his hand from the sight of, Garth's rather impressive Gift from God.

"Alright, nothing I'm ashamed of." Garth started to rinse off. "Sam called me last night, said you guys were in trouble and something about pineapples. When I got here the door was ajar, so I popped right in. Caught you all in flagrant e dilecto with the little miss, and figured it was a false alarm, then I figured you were like, calling me over to party with you or something."

"Did you touch that girl?"

"No, achem, no. I just watched. Didn't know if you guys were like, under a spell or what ever but you seemed to be having a good time, so I just watched." He said innocently.

Dean started to pull on his shirt violently. "For your information we were drugged last night. Ow...And you sat there and watched?"

"Look, no body bit their tongue or anything. And I figured if Sam called it was for a reason. I closed the door, and got bored when you all finished...Brilliant stamina by the way."

"What is that smell?" Dean demanded

"Root beer Float body wash with extra vanilla extract. Smells good and since I made a mess...uh with the Grape soda"

"I know what you were doing, hope you like walking around in one sock you little pervert." He looked back at Sam wondering how he'd react to this whole thing and completely creeped out over Garth's beady little eyes having watched them.

Sam began to stir in bed his heart beating fast with the knowledge he wasn't in his room. He glanced over to the petite figure in bed with him, she was curled up in his arm and resting her head on the crook of his elbow. His mouth was super dry, he could taste bitter in the back of his throat. There was a fine sheen of sweat on them both. He tried to gather up all he could by looking at her. Long polished finger nails which was probably the reason his back was raised and hot. Chapped lips but full like a movie actress. Dry hair and mottled skin. Not ringing any bells. He looked up and Den was half way in the bathroom.

"Dean? Dean!" He whispered hoarsely.

"Oh this ought to be good." He said in a low voice.

"And Garth?" Now Sam was puzzled.

"Hey Sam." Garth waved with boyish 'I've got a secret type glee'

"Dean, I'm stuck."

"I know."

Then Sam mouthed the words "look in her purse"

Dean and Garth scrambled to find one but to no avail. Dean was frustrated."What kind of girl doesn't carry a purse?"

Garth tripped over the handle to a suit case. "Found something"

He pulled it out and opened it, with a cute little hello kitty emblem on the front. A dart sprung out and got him in the forehead knocking him out. Dean carefully knelt down.

"Sammy, you're not going to believe this." Dean said.

"Oh my God, is she psycho. Does she have baby heads or something in there what?"

"Better" Dean pulled out a Horton Trac 150 Crossbow. "With ash arrows, but check out these arrow heads. Blood viles filled with sodium silver nitrate"

"How do you know?"

"Because that's what the bottle next to the holy water says on it."

"A hunter?" Sam looked down at her. "This little thing is a hunter"

The girl moaned and stretched awake slowly, not taking notice of her surroundings, walking into the bathroom, taking a pee, letting cold water wash over her face, putting on her bath robe, and cracking open a beer to take the edge off her hang over. She yawned..."I had a dream about this once, although your two jumped out of a birthday cake. And I don't remember you...oh shit!"

"Armonda?" Garth was startled.

"Garth?"

"Oh my God, Mom is going to freak out. How could you leave camp like you did?"

"Don't talk to me about mom!"

"Mom?" Sam and Dean shot each other a dread look. They had the same question in mind "Awe shit did we just screw Garth's sister?"

The two non-Winchesters started to argue in Cyrillic.

"Okay hold on, what happened? Dean attempted to break up their arguement and Garth turned on Dean like a cat.

"Knock it off you wirey little bitch!"

"You *bleeped* my sister!"

"Oh crap"

"I'm not really his sister. He's adopted. The only reason he's a hunter is cuz my family taught him." She corrected.

"Garth Get offa me!"

"She should've never been in that Bar to begin with. Roofies, you know better than to let someone buy you a drink." Garth was steaming mad.

"It's my life. You do not tell me what to do. We are not in Romania and my Honor is my own concern not yours! I was in pain...Chester left me all alone. I didn't know what to do. I killed my first monster in the mall parking lot in Vancouver. I felt powerful. I liked to save the little girl defenseless strapped in her baby seat while her mother was killed by that thing. It's all I have now."

Garth frowned deeply not being able to say a word about it, feeling guilty that he wasn't there to keep her from falling apart.

He went down stairs and sat on the hood of his car to think things over. Dean also at a loss for words shut himself into the bathroom and took a shower, letting Sam and Armonda talk some things through, while using the blankets as a Toga.

"So this is the awkward part." She said letting out a low sigh.

"Well, I guess it doesn't have to be, I mean, wow, Garth's your adopted brother...what was that like?"

"Probably how you expect, except he does have a good heart. He does bad things for the right reasons. He taught me how to pickpocket, and would take the blame when I got the way, here's yours and Dean's wallet's back. You might wanna change out the condom in there it's from 2010." She offered his wallet back.

He gave her a look. "Armonda..."

"Hey don't blame me, even drunk I wanna know the names of the guys I'm about to sleep with. Not that it happens all that often mind you."

"Me neither."

"Well, I might as well thank you, and your brother for a lovely evening. Trading a night of pleasure to subtract from the pain is a welcome change."

"How long has it been?"

"Since the bastard left me? Five years now. What can I say when I fall, it's whirlwind and when I carry a torch for someone it's libel to last forever. He said I was too intense, and he preferred variety, and that the whole time he was with me he was cheating on me in public places and with videos. The nail in the coffin was this link." While Sam loaded up his computer, she went to the mini fridge. "Fruit salad, and energy shake?"

"What flavor?"

"The salad is Cantalope, pineapple and blueberry, and the shake is strawberry."

"Just the fruit thanks." Sam clicked on the link. It was a multiple posting, layer upon layer video of the different women her Ex was doing the deed with. "Whoa."

"What a svenia, huh?" She said scooping him up a serving.

"That's pig right?"

"Yes, he's a pig."

"Hey now, I was drugged, no need to call me names since I can't remember what happened." Dean said with a fluffy white towel around his waist. Armonda looked over and blushed furiously.

"Not you, her ex, this guy makes Good Luck Chuck look like a disney family film."

"Sammy you're up, Shower's all yours."

"Right." Sam drew the sheets around himself and went into the bathroom. Dean sat down on the other chair to tie up his shoes.

"So, you said something about a case?"

"Yes, I am hunting a Ramidreju."

"Not so good with the crypto zoology, that's more Sam's thing. What is it?"

"It comes from Spain, it is a weasel like creature with a ridiulously long body like a snake, with green fur, pig nose, and yellow eyes. One was spotted by the St. George's Church vegetable Garden. "

"What's so special about this thing?"

"The church wants it alive. Apparently the thing hunts gold like a truffle pig. Bt that's only it's first inclination, what the church wants is it's pelt. It's said to be the cure all. It skin secretes a special oil due to it's ability to consume and digest gold, it's theorized that it can cause hallucinations while it heals. Just what the church needs to get the people back into the pews."

"So you want to kill it?"

"Just because I hunt does not mean I always kill, Dean. It would be to the benefit if it were bred and mass produced, primarily in countries that need it most. Like Africa where the AIDs eidemic is still raging on. I have contacts in the medical industry who would like to procure this beast to do exactly that."

"Huh, you look at the big picture then."

"In some ways. Mainly I focus on the children. Anything that can keep a child from crippling pain and torture of horrible debilitating disease." She said. Dean's stomach made a noise. "Hungry too?"

"Nah, thanks, but I'm not into all that fru fru energy bars and fruit salad stuff."

"Me neither, I like to eat healthy sometimes, but I am realistic." She pulled out a box of Loco Coco pies and a bag of Dawg The Bounty Hunter Jerky. "The Jerky brand of all good hunters"

Dean's Eyes glittered at her. She cocked her head to the side. "What's wrong, you look like you're about to cry."

"Nothing, you're just a girl after my own heart."

She glared outside at Garth.

"So, Armonda, how long are you going to let him stew out there."

"He'll get over it." She said "He gets this way. He was there when my father met our mother and dropped him off at the Genovaci camp. A few months later she was pregnant with me, but she would not tell my father. They told her if I was to be part of the camp She'd have no contact with him. My father wrote her a letter, said it was best, but that as soon as I was old enough they would give me survival training. When I was little it just wasn't for me. Running around in the woods, scaring fairies, and digging up mushrooms. I was too girly. I liked my barbies and was crushed when they bought me a Mr Potato head and the Operation game instead of My little Ponies and Barbies."

"They were trying to train you to be a medic?"

"Field medic. It wasn't until I was a teenager and my cousin was slashed at by a dire bear. He needed help and only a little nursery rhyme allowed me to recall the items needed to tourniquet and poultice the leg, stop the bleeding before his Artery bled out and he died. I kept him alive by what I recalled as a child. I left the camp. Never looked back. Put myself through my own survival training. No civilization for a year. I never got sick. I never got thirsty, after the first month. Hunger on the other hand...I could see why weasels stock pile ducks. Even better I just took from their stockpile. It's not easy to find a weasel burrow."

"Wait a minute, does that mean you are a strega?"

"Nope. I am a hunter, like you Dean. But it is a little known proverb back in Romany. To live your life it's longest. Know where the lions feed, the snakes sleep and the wolves drink and with the devils luck avoid them."

Sam came out. "Hope you didn't mind, I used your comb"

"No problem." She smiled. "I hope you'll be here when I get out. I just well, not like we just met, but I'd like to get to know you better."

"Yeah,"

"Will do"

Downstairs Dean slowly approached Garth listening to what Dean would call Angry white boy music.

"I gave her all that I had to give

I'm gonna make it hard to live

Salty tears running down to her chin

And the smears of her makeup I never wanna live

So we ran away

And I'm sorry when I say that to this very day

It was the wrong way

She took a hike it don't matter if I like it or not

'Cause she only wants the wrong way

I gave her all that I had to give

She still wouldn't take it, whoa no

Her two brown eyes are leaking like salty tears

It still ruins her makeup and never want to give"

"You done sulking?" Dean asked, ready to catch a bullet to the face. He hadn't known Garth long but this was actually the side he liked.

"Yeah." He sighed.

"So, we good?"

"I guess." Garth said looking out distantly. "I just promised her mom I'd bring her home. It's why I came here in the first place. But she's a weasel. Very hard to pin down. But I guess you, um, never mind." He said blushing.

It had Dean flush a little too. "So if I might ask, what's the deal with her dad?"

"I'd figured you'd have put it together since you know her name. I mean it's blatantly obvious, don't you?"

"So, she's not a Fitzgerald?"

"Are you telling me you...with my sister and...you didn't even...wow. now I'm even more Pissed." Garth hissed, folding his arms.

Meanwhile back upstairs,

Armonda came out of the shower damp but fully clothed in an Ed Hardy V-Neck Varsity Over sized Hoodie Tunic Varsity Dragon print with rhinestone detail, 22-1018G

BABY PHILADELPHIA MODEL DERRINGER, hanging from a utility belt made of seat belts, including two brass knuckles which made one belt buckle, Loaded up her boot knives, Her cargo pants were men's weighted pull away cargo pants.

He could tell she also had another gun at her ankle, and one at her calf, in addition to a pistol ring on her wedding finger.

"Whoa, nicely done. Armed like a tank."

"You never know what kind of trouble you come acrossed out there. I spent a little time in Santa Monica at two in the morning by the water front. The first and last time you get lost in that neighborhood."

"Really?"

"Let's just say I got out at the cost of a six pack of beer, $60 and a long cold lesson on an extended trip back to my apartment."

"So I was curious as to how many different species you've come across so far."

"I've wrestled with a pissed off Domovoi. Not fun, when they get mad they're like dealing with poo flinging baboons." She said. "A gargoyle, an Incubus... a demon inhabiting a painting. A demonic disease. A bad luck spirit. And a Kitsune."

Sam's ears perked up, "Male or female?"

"Male, and quite charming. As they are always are."

"Yeah." Sam nodded. "So you're the real deal huh?"

"Well I have been studying since I was a kid. In Laurels I changed out my manual with the books my dad sent me while we traveled on the road."

"Mormon?"

"Yeah but that's obviously not my faith. No, I've been through a lot of religions, learned their practices. Figured if there was an end to the world I'd at least know which one was right and maybe jump on the band wagon at the last minute."

"Smart thinking." Sam said. He got really quiet for a moment, lost in a thought or recalling a memory, Armonda figured.

"You look-"

"Listen Armond-"

"Go ahead-" They both said at the same time.

"Ladies first."

"M...k" She smiled. "I was just going to say you look a lot like me when you're trying to let someone down easy. It's a long weighty thought process."

He looked down, knowingly caught but comfortingly it took the edge off knowing she knew what was coming next. "The wondering if the person you just slept with is the one, if you don't want to hurt them, but maybe they'll understand"

"Yeah, work comes first, and you need to know someone is strong enough that you won't have to worry about them in battle."

"Even though you always will"

"And walking on eggs shells because they have their routine"

"ANd you have yours" They kept finishing each other's sentences, so in synch.

"And of course you don't want to risk pissing them off because hey in this line of business I mean, you never know if the person you care for is ever going to wake up in the morning."

"And the changes as people."

"Seen my own fair share of addicts in one form or another."

"People without a strong enough will or constitution are prone to possession"

"And once they get in, the other one could get hurt emotionally."

They looked at each other biting their lips until they lost color. They were at a stand stillneither one willing to take the step to accept or reject the other. Just quiet. and Still as the rosy fingered dawn cascaded over their forms in the red pale light cast after a morning storm in Illinois.

"And no one...wants to be responsible for even more pain in this world. So we deny ourselves that pleasure."

"Yeah."

Finally she took the first step in giving him peace. "Well before you go get your room key at the bar, can I add you to My-Face-Space.?"

He frowned. "You have a Face-Space account?"

"Yeah, it's mostly for furry porn and research but I have a few Social Networking Games I play as well." She said, sitting on the bed opening her laptop with a Secret Circle Decal on it.

"Is that a-?"

"An Acer With 56 Terabyte external hardrive, modified for high graphical gaming with hello Kitty Keyboard and My Little pony Mouse, Rainbow Brite Speakers and a Vocaloids head set for any Ventrillo team speak. I don't like having to put out money on burn phones when I don't have to."

"Wow, what's furry porn?"

"Um well," She blushed furiously. "You and your brother keep pretty much to yourselves right?"

"Hey, whoa we're not like that."

"Relax. Not what I was implying. Just there is a community of hunters who are a little more political when it comes to Otherworldly entities especially the animal persuasion such as the Kitsune you were asking about before. Hell If Nothern California is the Center for Vampires that live within human socital limits then Portland Oregon is the hub of Were wolves and Kitsunes, and other anthropomorphic races, both born and made. And they, for the most part get along with humans. You know, gay, straight, transgender whatever a douche bag is a douche bag, but they have special Champions of the Peace out there that are equipt to dealing with that sort of thing, clandestinely."

"WHat's that got to do with Furry porn?"

"Um, well like I said among hunters they like to draw lines in the sand. Some embrace the culture of the people, others seek to destroy it. The further east you go the less understanding people seem to be about the Otherkin races, and just like regular humans they have their own erotica. I just happen to enjoy it."

"So what, like Werewolves go out into the woods, transform and get it on?"

"Yeah, and some times they take pictures, draw or Get video. It's like a fine line between an episode of the Jersey shore and National Geographic's study on Lions mating in the Serenghetti. It's not for everyone. I just figured since the smell..."

"Smell?"

"One of the benefits of someone who's been with an..."Otherkin" they get a blessing of the scent. Lets someone know if they might be down to...or not. I can smell it on you, you were with a Werewolf a long time ago."

"That's amazing. I never knew, huh."

"So, what's your screen name?"

"Um, I don't feel comfortable sharing that with you, why don't I add you to mine?" He said.

"Sure, go ahead and log in on mine." She said smiling "I won't peek."

He logged into her laptop feeling just a little too gay for using her hello kitty keyboard for sign in."Okay so I put in Armonda Fitzgerald, but you're not coming up"

"Because that's my brother's last name."

"What's yours?" He asked, finally a chance to get the question in without sounding like a jerk.

"Well it was Greer back home but I decided to take my Father's last name when I got to the states so it's Singer."

"As in Bobby Singer?"

"Well yeah, my mom said his name was Robert but makes sense since she said he was something of a redneck. Bobby, heh, sounds so funny." She smiled.

Like lightning, Sam wasted no time in bolting downstairs to tell Dean as Dean was equally swift in getting to Sam, Both blurting on the stairs. "We slept with Bobby's Daughter!"

"Well, yeah, ya damn Idgits, what do you think I sent her to you for, you wouldn't listen to me otherwise." It was Armonda, but Bobby's voice came out of her.

Both turned Ghost white. "Bobby?"

"Listen, I don't have much time left. I could never stand to see you kids suffer, you know this. So I sent my girl in your general area to fill the void. She's the best there is at what she does aside from you two clowns. She's a Pedagoge, and she can handle herself in a fight. Take her back to my place and she'll get you two right as rain. Be good to her and she'll serve you well. I miss you boys but I couldn't leave until I knew you were taken care of.

Dean, lay off the hooch and get rid of the Impala. It's just not practical anymore. Armonda knows how to pull the genus loci out of it and transplant it to a new vehicle. Choose wisely she can only do it once. It's a time for a new chapter in your life and you can't go around in your daddy's beat up old car like a couple of teenagers. You're over thirty. Grow up." She walked over to Sam.

"Sam, I know you still got the hunger in you. It'll never be gone completely. Just your cross to bare, son and I'm sorry. Both of you, give yourselves a shot at happiness when ever you can. You're living in interesting times, just don't wallow in it, moderation is key."

She walked down stairs and to a pouting Garth. "Oh, Garth. I know you've been in love with her since the beginning. You were just too young at the time. I know I done ya wrong boy. But thank you for watching over my daughter when I wasn't fit to. I'm with her now, and she wanted me to let you know she loved you too."

Sam and Dean weren't exactly sure if he was talking about Armonda or someone else. But Garth knew. It was his darkest secret in the Greer family. He loved the matriarch. He helped her raise Armonda. He laid her to rest and never told her. Garth sobbed. "Thanks Bobby. I had to know."

Armonda grabbed Garth's hand and made like a hug to pat him on the back but whispered in his ear. "I don't care how you do it, but make Meg disappear."

Garth nodded.

"I got to go now boys. Keep fighting the good fight, and Keep her out of the strip clubs, she knocks back one too many and she get's all women's Lib and violent."

"You got it Bobby" was all Sam could think of saying hoarsley. Dean just had pain in his eyes. There was no theatrical display when Bobby left this time, no black smoke, no eyes changing color just a sigh, and Armonda standing like herself rather than a gruff 62 yearold hermit with a beer gut.

Her voice changed back to her own. "So Sam, since you guys are going, just add me to your neighbors list on your Farm Ville okay? I got a few promo bucks and I can get you the purple kangaroo or the spring hippo in a tutu...Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Your old man just paid us a visit." Dean said. "Get in the car with Garth. we're going down to the river to see a man about a trade in"

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked.

"Welcome to the family. You're going to love your new place." Sam said quietly.

Armonda gathered up her weapons, cleaned up her room threw the crusty sock at her brother and started to get on his case for being a pervert.

"And you're not playing that punk crap so long as I'm in the car." Armonda put her foot down.

"Fine! But you're riding in the trunk!"

"The hell I am!"

Sam smirked. The whole thing felt wholesome, he felt better now that there was a little bit of closure over the situation. Wholesome. Amid the one night stands and the torturing of leviathans, and drinking of demon blood...and the endless hours on the road in the cover of night, it felt good for once. Dean on the other hand went to take a swig out of the flask. Looked at it and put it in the trunk.

"Dean?"

"You heard the man...I'm laying off the sauce."