A/N: Yes, another story! I'm sorry, but I'm kind of addicted to these SPN stories! The lyrics, in case you have any doubt, is Katy Perry's I Kissed A Girl (I don't like her, but the song is kind of catchy. Along with E.T...). Photos will be up on my profile soon of who Angelique is! Hope you enjoy and please r/r!

Cool fog settled around Bobby's house. Rain clouds hovered over the area, threatening to let drops fall at any moment.

Dean emerged from the kitchen with a beer in one hand and sandwich in the other. He walked to the living room, hoping he could steal Sam's computer away for his own personal reasons/needs.

Instead, Dean walked into a sight he never thought he'd see.

Sitting in the living room was Bobby, looking completely lost as to how to navigate using the bit of technology gain Sam had over the two. At least Bobby knew how Dean felt on a daily basis… finally.

"Don't tell me you're looking at what I think you are, Bobby," said Dean. He smirked at the look Bobby shot him.

"No. I'm on YouTube."

"Is that like the MySpace thing?" Dean asked.

Behind him, Sam replied, "No, Dean, it's not like MySpace. YouTube has a bunch of videos. It's where Justin Bieber got famous."

"Gross," Dean muttered. He shot a look at Sam and then darted for the seat next to Bobby. Sam followed right behind, barely missing the seat Dean got. Sam groaned and rolled his eyes at the smirk Dean sent him.

"Why are you watching a—what is that?"

"Angelique. She's the latest big thing to hit pop music," Bobby said, albeit begrudgingly. A hand moved from the laptop to pull his cap off his head and scratch. He set it back just as quickly.

Sam and Dean shared a look, each with the question wondering why Bobby was interested. Simultaneously, they shrugged.

Dean nodded his head toward Sam, encouraging him to ask Bobby the million-dollar question.

"Why are you looking at her videos?" Sam asked.

"Because she's my daughter."

Whatever the Winchester duo had been drinking was spit out immediately. Their eyes both widened greatly, wondering how in the world they missed this bit of info.

A daughter? Since when did Bobby have a daughter? Since when was she hitting it in fame?

"It was a case in California," Bobby explained. He knew the looks he was getting. "A simple ghost problem really. When I was done, the woman wanted to thank me. Nine months later got a call saying she'd given birth.

"I tried telling her that I wanted in her life, but she really didn't want me in it. Turns out a hunter isn't really the best thing a daughter needs in life—her words, not mine. I just got a call from Angelique," Bobby said. "She said some real weird things are going on. Things her mother always said I was an expert in."

"So you check out YouTube for your daughter dancing scantily?" asked Sam.

"No, I asked what was going on," Bobby replied. "She told me she couldn't explain over the phone, she'd have to show me. When I asked the best time, she said she didn't have time. Being a singer has disadvantages or something."

Dean, intrigued, pulled the laptop over to face him. He moved the curser and clicked where a clip from the video was, playing the video.

The video began with several girls, lying around in lace lingerie and feeding one another strawberries. Then a girl, looking barely legal—but most likely in her late twenties thanks to Hollywood magic these days—with dark locks twisted into several curls.

This was never the way I planned

Not my intention.

I got so brave, drink in hand.

Lost my discretion

It's not what I'm used to

Just wanted to try you on

I'm curious for you

Caught my attention

"Dean, need to take a cold shower?" Sam asked. "Seriously, the video can't be that intense! Calm down!"

"I am calm," he replied. "But, she's so…" A killer look from Bobby made him rethink his words. "Gorgeous." He settled on.

"Nice save."

I kissed a girl and I liked it

The taste of her cherry chapstick

I kissed a girl just to try it

I hope my boyfriend don't mind it

It felt so wrong; it felt so right

Don't mean I'm in love tonight

I kissed a girl and I liked it

I liked it

"Please tell me there's some girl-on-girl," Dean muttered. He yelped when a hand came down to whap him on the head. Bobby jerked the laptop out of his hands and hit the video to stop it.

"Well, I was going to send you two idjits to see what her problem was, but if you can't handle a little video then I'll find someone else."

"We'll take it!" exclaimed Dean. He jumped up and drank the rest of his beer before practically skipping to the kitchen. From the living room, they could most likely hear him singing about banging a singer on the Billboards Top 40.

It was always one of his goals.

Within moments he was back in the living room. He glared expectantly at Sam, gesturing the giant to go up the stairs and get ready.

"You have to pack too," Sam reminded.

"Nope," Dean remarked. "Done it already."

"How?" Bobby and Sam asked simultaneously. The two then shared a look, nodding at once before muttering, "Dean loves women."

While Sam was upstairs, Dean kept leaping from one foot to the next in excitement.

After a couple moments—which seemed like hours to Dean—Sam bounded down the stairs, bag slung over a shoulder. Sam waved goodbye to Dean, but was dragged out by a very anxious Dean in the process.

Dean jumped into the driver seat and popped the keys in quickly. As he was turning the key, the door was jerked open.

"What the hell, Bobby?" Dean exclaimed.

"I need you to promise me one thing, Boy," Bobby said.

"Okay?"

"I don't want you, or Sammy over there, getting as close to my daughter as you want. Hear me? I do not want Angelique being another notch on the Dean Winchester bedpost," Bobby said. His tone held an undertone that held certain promises of death if this promise were broken.

"And if I do?" Dean gulped.

"You'll never have full use of that thing needed to bring more Winchesters into the world."

A gulp resonated from both Sam and Dean. Though the threat—no, promise—was directed toward Dean, it still stood for Sam.

"Understood," Sam and Dean said.