Summary: AU. Bobby, Ellen, Jo and Leah have always tried to be a happy, close family, but when Leah gets involved with a man much older than her, the happiness and closeness begins to fade. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own Leah Singer.

A/N: I got one image in my head that's inspired this fic but I have many plans. I hope you like it. By the way, I'll try and update as much as I can. Yet again someone's causing me to have a really bad time at the moment, so I'm trying to write fics to soothe myself. There's one involving problems with trust etc, that I have which is a working progress. But that one's going to be very emotional to write because it's a bit close to home for me.

I hope you like this. Please read and review!

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Age Is Just A Number

Chapter One

The Singer household was quiet early on this particular Saturday morning.

Bobby was awake early as usual, feeding Rumsfield the Rotweiller and then settling with a coffee before making one for Ellen and getting breakfast ready. Ellen awoke at seven, and headed downstairs to help Bobby with breakfast. They made a killer team as husband and wife and as parents, and as Bobby set his eyes on her that morning in her plaid shirt and boot cut jeans, he smiled at the knowledge that she was his and his alone. She brushed her light brown hair behind her ear and walked over to him, rubbing his shoulders as he began to set the table.

"Morning, honey." She whispered, kissing his cheek gently, "How's my handsome man today? I missed waking up with you."

"Sorry, sweetheart." Bobby replied as he enveloped her in an embrace, "I couldn't settle. Stomach's still playing me up a little."

Ellen looked a little concerned before she kissed his lips softly and held him again. She rubbed his back and sighed softly, content to be in his arms. She and Bobby had been married for twenty years. At the time, Jo was eight months old, and Bobby and Ellen had made a point of allowing her to know the truth about her real father, Bill. Bill passed away just before Jo was born, and Bobby had been by Ellen's side every step of the way. Bobby's wife Karen had passed not long before Bill, so Ellen and Bobby found great solace and understanding in each other. When Jo was two, Leah was born. Jo had beautiful blonde locks while Leah had copper coloured hair, but she had dark eyes like her sister. Jo was nearing twenty one while Leah had just turned eighteen, and was in her final year of school.

"Maybe you should see the doctor if your stomach's still causing you problems, hun." She whispered, "Even if it's just nothing, it's better to know."

"Yeah, you're right." Bobby sighed, kissing her lips, "Don't worry too much about me, Ellen, darlin', I'm fine."

Ellen nodded and sighed, stroking her husband's face before going to get the girls' morning drinks out of the refrigerator. She placed Leah's iron pills on the table by her place and turned on the radio before paying some attention to Rumsfield who sat panting as he nuzzled her leg.

"Good morning, baby boy!" She said in a high pitched voice, "How's my other special guy this morning?"

The dog rubbed his face against her hand and Ellen chuckled as she knelt down to give him kisses and snuggles. Bobby laughed and headed up the stairs to his daughters' rooms while Ellen continued to make the breakfast. Jo, even though she was his step-daughter, had always been a daughter to him, and no matter what he would always be a father to her. He headed to her first, sitting on her bed and gently rubbing her arm.

"Jo...?" He said softly, "Joanna Beth?"

Jo stirred and mumbled, rubbing her eyes as she turned over to see Bobby sat beside her.

"Papa?"

"Morning, honey." He said softly, "You want to get up, huh? Your Mama's making breakfast."

Jo hummed and patted his leg, while he leaned down to kiss her forehead gently. He left her to it, knowing she'd be up within five minutes before heading into his younger daughter's room. Leah lay there smiling in her sleep, letting out little giggles before she started wriggling around...like she used to when the family used to have big tickle fights when the girls were little. Bobby chuckled and headed over to the bed, sitting down next to his baby girl and stroking her hair. She looked so like Ellen sometimes, and she did at that moment as she settled down and grimaced before opening her eyes.

"Hi, Papa." She said softly, "You okay?"

"I am, are you?" He asked, smiling as she held his hand.

"M'fine, Papa." She mumbled, "Is Mom awake?"

Bobby nodded and kissed her forehead, leaving her to get up before he headed downstairs to Ellen again. They finished up breakfast just as their daughters came into the room, and the family sat down to enjoy their morning meal.

Leah had met her friend Anna Milton at a local coffee shop. They sometimes did some studying there and seen as Anna's uncle Balthazar ran the place, he reserved them a booth near the back of the place so they could do their work in peace, and he brought them both a free drink as they continued their work.

"I'll take the cups back." Leah smiled, "It's the least I can do."

"Okay." Anna replied, continuing her work the best she could until she heard the shrill laugh of one person Leah really didn't need to see.

Meg Masters.

"Oh, shit..." Anna breathed, "Leah!"

"Hi, Leah..."

Leah looked up to see Meg Masters standing with her cronies, Ruby Young and Lilith Cartwright and her stomach dropped at the sight of them. She felt her legs begin to shake as her mouth went dry, and all she saw was the exit but Meg didn't wait before just slapping her for no reason.

"You were staring at me." She snarled, "You don't get to stare at me, you stupid bitch."

And as Anna and Balthazar emerged, Leah was half way out of the door, face tear streaked and red from where Meg had hit her. Anna had just caught Meg slapping her friend and wanted to give her a slap to see how she'd like it, but Balthazar stopped his niece and headed over to Meg himself.

"Meg Masters, take your slutty backside along with those of your friends' and get out of my building right now, before I call the police." He said darkly, "You just assaulted the friend of my niece, and I won't think twice before picking up the phone. Come back in here again, I'll call 911. Am I clear?"

Meg was astounded, and as her cheeks flushed she headed away while Anna found herself having to head after Leah, but she couldn't find her anywhere. Leah would only go to one place if she was upset. The park. Meanwhile, Leah was hiccuping and sobbing as she went and sat on a bench, and an unfamiliar voice broke her from her thoughts.

"You alright, love?"

She looked up to see a handsome dark haired man, maybe in his late thirties, who stood all in black with a concerned expression on his face. The man, Crowley Talbot, never normally stuck his nose into other people's business, but after seeing a young girl like the one he was stood before upset with a darkening mark on her face, he felt a bit concerned for her.

"I-I'm fine...Thank you..." She whispered, wiping her eyes.

"Leah!"

Leah looked up to see Anna sprinting towards her, smiling with relief as she saw the guy before her. Leah guessed that Anna knew the man given the look of relief on her face.

"Crowley? What are you doing here?" She asked, earning a smile from the guy who turned to her.

"Hello, Anna." He said softly, "I was just going to visit your uncle actually. Is this a friend of yours?"

He indicated Leah who looked to Anna tearfully, while Anna nodded in response to his statement. She headed over to the two of them, sitting by her friend and enveloping her in a hug.

"Um, Leah, this is my uncle's best friend, Crowley Talbot," She said softly as Leah looked up at the man who sat beside them, "Crowley, this is Leah Singer. She's my best friend."

"What's happened, Leah?" Crowley asked, "Why are you crying?"

"One of the girls from school...She just...um...she hit me around the face." Leah admitted, "Because I stared at her. But I actually didn't stare at her."

"That looks a bit nasty." Crowley said softly, "Turn your face to the right for a second, darling."

Leah turned so he could see the forming bruise on her face and he winced, able to feel the heat radiating from it as he put his hand close to it. The poor girl. She had the darkest, most stunning eyes he'd ever seen in his life. No, that was a weird thought. She had nice eyes, and gorgeous, soft looking skin. He was concerned about the thoughts going through his head at that point. He looked to Anna and nodded, standing as Anna did, drawing Leah up with her. Leah looked up at Crowley and managed a soft smile through her tears, wincing at the mark on her cheek.

"Thank you for checking to see if I was okay." She said quietly, staring into his eyes for a moment.

"No problem." Crowley replied, smiling softly and looking away for a moment as they set off walking back towards the coffee shop.

-TBC-

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