Title: Living in the End
Author: Chiri Kushi
Rating: PG-13 *as of 3/6/09*
Summary: Set during Season 4. Bobby had a daughter we never knew about
Notes: This is not a romance. Just so that's clear. Spoilers for season 4. Everything (to a point) that happens in season four happens in this.
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all of its characters belong rightfully with Kripke, Warner Bros. et al. I claim no ownership to Dean, Sam, John or Bobby.

Prologue

~June, 1989~

Robert Singer was a happy man. He was in a happy, healthy relationship with his wife of seven years, and has a beautiful five-year-old daughter, Amanda. His job down at Stevie's Mechanic? Well, he was just promoted to office manager, and if that didn't tickle him pink, he didn't know what would.

Getting out of his dusty Grand Prix, (he'll have to remember to fix it up on his off time); it was hard for him not to skip to the door of his house. He opened it with gusto and grinned, "Honey, I'm home!"

Rebecca Singer laughed as she entered the living room from the kitchen, "Well, aren't you in a good mood today."

If anything, Bobby's grin just grew wider, "Well, you know. I have plenty of reasons to be in a good mood. You, Mandy, my job, my promotion, this house-" he was cut off with Rebecca's outburst.

"You got promoted? Oh baby, I'm so proud of you!" she exclaimed as she went to wrap her arms around her husband.

Bobby tightened his grip on his wife, "We finally made it, baby. We finally get to do what we dreamed. Fix this place up; send Mandy to college, a good one. Becca, we get to live.

Rebecca grinned as she kissed Bobby on the cheek, "That's great baby. How about you go tell your daughter about your promotion while I finish dinner?"

Bobby nodded as he swung Rebecca around with a squeal, "Sounds good." He dropped Rebecca off and kissed her soundly on the mouth, "She in her room?"

"Playing with her Barbies."

"Perfect."

~*~

"I have to go to work, so how about you pick up the kids, OK Ken?" A small, childish voice echoed down the hall towards the staircase, "OK Barbie, but remember I want steak for dinner," the same voice had a deeper edge to it as Bobby neared the door the voice was coming from.

"Hey Pumpkin," Bobby said as he leaned on the doorframe.

Amanda Singer was only five years old, but already she looked just like her mother: long brown hair that curled at the ends (and perhaps a bit windblown at the moment), expressive green eyes, and a smile that lit up the room. Bobby will have to remember to stock up on shotgun shells.

She looked up when her father spoke, and smiled the smile that Bobby loved to see, "Daddy!" She jumped up from the Barbie covered carpet and ran towards her dad.

Bobby held his hands up, ready for Amanda to jump into his arms. She did, and he groaned, "You are getting too big for this, kid." Amanda simply giggled as Bobby leaned her against the doorframe, "So I have a surprise for you."

Amanda's eyes lit up, excitement emitting from her eyes, "Really? What is it?"

Bobby laughed, "Well it ain't a surprise if I told you now, would it?"

Amanda leaned into her father's chest, "I'll act surprised."

Bobby rolled his eyes, "I'm sure you would darlin', but you'll still have to wait until later to find out what it is." Amanda stuck her bottom lip out, a puppy dog expression only a five year old could get away with. Bobby sighed, "Come on, let's go see what your mom is cooking, then maybe we'll play outside."

~Five days later~

Rebecca opened the door to the house, frustration set deep in her eyes as she continued to frown, "Mandy, head upstairs." Mandy listened without a second glance, and Rebecca turned her frown on Bobby.

Bobby frowned as well, staring at his wife as if he didn't know her, "What has gotten into you lately? You've been acting funny ever since I told you I'm getting Mandy a bike."

"Yeah, well. I just wished you had told me about your plans to buy her a bike. She doesn't need one yet, she's only five!" She exclaimed. She shook her head and headed for the stairs, "Whatever, I'll be right back."

Bobby rolled his eyes as he headed for the kitchen. Bike shopping for a little girl is harder than it looks, and he needed a beer. Maybe even two, because ever since he's surprised his daughter with buying her a new bike, his wife has been giving him hell. She acted normal at first, happy and excited that her little girl is growing up, and even said getting her a bike would be perfect, especially since she'd be starting school in the fall.

As the days passed, however, her mood grew darker and darker, and now she was barely even recognizable. She bitched at having to cook dinner, even though she actually loved cooking. She yelled at Bobby everyday for doing the dishes the wrong way, even though he's done them the same way ever since they made the arrangement.

Then yesterday she started in on Amanda. Bobby would make Amanda go to her room quickly, because a five year old didn't deserve to be on the warpath of her mom's. Especially when she didn't do anything wrong.

Bobby was just starting on his second beer when Rebecca came back in the room, a gleeful grin on her face. Bobby looked at her strangely, "What's gotten into you?"

Rebecca laughed, hard and hollow, her mouth not cracking into her usual beautiful smile, "It was just so easy, you know?"

Bobby looked confused, "What was easy?"

Rebecca walked towards the counter, rubbing her hand against the gray counter top, edging closer to the knives, "Putting a strain on our relationship. Driving you away," she laughed as she sneered, "I had you fooled, didn't I?" She reached over for the knives and quickly grabbed for the largest, the butcher knife. Bobby is still confused but is also quick on his feet and maneuvers right as Rebecca goes left. She growls and swings again, this time nicking Bobby in the arm.

"Son of a bitch!" he hollers as he grabs for the knife, easily taking it from Rebecca's outreached hand. She swings around and quickly grabs for another knife, but she's not quick enough and Bobby already has her back pinned to his chest. "What the hell Becca? You need to calm down, now!"

Rebecca just simply stomped on Bobby's foot and made a mad dash for the knives. She grabbed at whatever handle her hand reached first and swung madly at Bobby. Bobby had had enough. He closed his eyes as she ran full speed towards him and a silent tear ran down his cheek as the sickening sound of metal ripping flesh met his ears.

He pulled back, and slowly dropped Rebecca to the floor, "I'm so sorry baby. Please forgive me."

Rebecca simply smiled, "In your dreams, Bobby Singer." Suddenly, Rebecca threw Bobby back into the kitchen sink, knocking the wind out of him. He watched as black smoke rose out of Rebecca's mouth and vanished. Dumbstruck, Bobby barely heard Rebecca as she choked on her own blood, crying for Bobby to help her.

~*~