A/N: Hi, guys! Welcome to PART 4! So glad you are all still reading! Hope you're enjoying this as much as Hailstorm3 and I are. We own nothing Supernatural. We own Libby. Thanks for taking the time to read and we appreciate the reviews. This chapter is brought to you by HappyGoddess2003.

Chapter 1:

"Libby, wake up, we're here." I didn't recognize the voice… (It wasn't Sam or Dean's – Umm…). "Kid, stop drooling on me." (It was Claire.). Oh yeah, I was leaning against Claire and I was in Jody's truck, and I remembered. I left the bunker. All my stuff was in two suitcases that Sam helped me pack yesterday. I remember asking him for one of his flannels to sleep in and he gave me the one he said had "shrunk". He laughed when I tried it on and it dragged on the floor and wanted to cut it, but I said no (I wanted to keep it just the way it was.). I wish I'd asked Dean for one of his, but I was scared - maybe he'd give me one later. (If he really wasn't mad at me.). My throat got a big lump in it and I swallowed hard (Stop being a baby. You wanted to come here. You told them yourself.).

"I'm up – I'm awake," I muttered, wiping the sleep-crud out of my eyes. (Eww – I HAD drooled on her.).

Jody was already out and opening the trunk. I met her and reached in and grabbed my stuff.

"Ya sure you got that, hon?" Jody asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said back to her. "I can make two trips." (God, Dean made carrying these things look so easy. Sam packed them tight and they were really heavy!). I began to drag one across the walkway and down the hall to the room Jody told me I could have. It was Katie's old room. (I'll never escape my past, my guilt, my failures. I'll never be able to run far enough to get away from them.).

Jody came through the doorway with an armful of linens and a few other things. "Thanks, Jody, but I have stuff from home… I mean, from the bunker… I figured I'd just use the same things I had there. (I don't want to pack them away. I was still mad, but they were my fam.). If it's okay, I mean," I added quickly.

"No problem, honey. Take some time and we'll have some sandwiches in awhile. Feel free to figure the house out, or go find one of the girls." She came over and gave me a hug, and I put on my bravest face. "Thank you for everything, Jody," I said. She looked down at me with a scrunch between the eyes, and I could see just a little of the sheriff in her come out. "Just remember this is on a trial basis. Dean and Sam are still in charge of you, so be on your very best." (Still trying to control me, even though I was in Sioux Falls. Ugh!).

All my emotions were jumbled up inside me. I was excited to be outside in the real world, not locked away in a motel or the Impala. Baby. She was their home, not mine, even though she was the first place I'd woken up after they rescued me from the Djinn. I had Baby, the bunker, and now Jody's… I wasn't even sure where my home was any more.

I sat on the bed and opened my first suitcase. My emoji pajamas were on top, next to Sam's flannel and a small paper bag labeled "Libby". I knew the scribbling was Dean's. (I have no idea how he managed to stash that unnoticed. They were both so stealth-y and smart. Sometimes I forget they have other skills besides making crazy.) I opened the bag and out fell several Hershey's Candy Bars (full size!), along with a note that came tumbling out beside them. It said:

Dear Libby,

I thought you might need a little extra chocolate to get you through your first week with all those women! Remember that I love you and I will always be your dad, not only on paper – so ya better be good! We will be checking on you, and I expect you to always answer our phone when you see it's one of us calling – no excuses. Be good.

Love,

Dean

P.S. Don't tell Sam I gave you that much candy.

I smiled and hid my chocolate in the top drawer with my socks and underwear. I kept the letter with them, too. I started to feel better abou things, and pretty soon I was working on my second case. Sam had crammed in as much of my stuff as he could, using every inch of space, just like I knew he would. On top there was a clear zip lock bag with a phone charger and note written in his small-lettered, neat print. It read:

Hi, Libs,

I thought you might need an extra phone charger, just in case. Keep this one safe and somewhere you will always be able to find it. Charge your phone every night and be sure to answer it every time we call. If you don't, we'll worry and you'll get in trouble! I'm very proud of you, Libs, and am always just a phone call – or a quick drive - away! Study hard, be a good girl, and listen to Jody. We will be talking soon.

Love,

Sam

P.S. Don't eat all that chocolate Dean gave you in one day – and brush your teeth. Call me any time you want.

He had also put a car charger in with two new cords. I felt tears start to burn, so I quickly put my charger away in the same drawer as my candy. I found my phone and plugged it in, scrolling down to see that Jody, Claire, and Alex's phone numbers were added, along with Jody's private work number. Dean had changed his name to "Sam Has Girl Hair" and Sam had changed his name to "Taller Than Dean." I didn't know I was gonna miss them – not like this. But they were proud of me and so was I. That was a start.

SPNSPNSPN

We all sat in the dining room eating hot turkey sandwiches – and I was learning the "house rules." (Apparently my Dean-Dad and Sam weren't the only ones.).

"So it's pretty easy here," Alex said, taking a bite of mashed potatoes. "If you make a mess, clean it up. Clean out the sink after you brush your teeth. And flush the toilet," she finished.

"Uhhh… let me add…" Claire started, "If a door is closed, knock. Don't use all the hot water. We share chores. Don't think because you're younger you can get away with doing less, kid."

"Claire!" Jody admonished. "Well, its true isn't it?" she retorted.

Jody looked at me with those mom-eyes, and it reminded me of how Sam and Dean looked at me. (I never really noticed before. Sharp and steady, with a touch of compassion thrown in. Mom-eyes. Huh.).

"We all do share the work here, Libby, that's for sure. But if you need help, we'll help you, until you get in the groove. Sound fair?"

"Yep, I'm used to all kinds of rules with Sam and Dean. (Boy, WAS I, and the consequences for not following them, too!). "I have a question."

"Go for it," Claire said with a mischievous smile. Alex just watched me (I think she was contemplating me or something like that.).

"What happens if a rule is broken?"

Everyone looked at Jody. She finished off her glass of wine and appeared to be thinking. "Well, honey I guess that depends on whose rules you break. Sam and Dean have a separate set of expectations for you – you know, specific rules they have given you already and that you followed at the bunker and that you should follow here. They want me to let them know if you start slacking, and just so you know, I agreed."

(Tattletale! I wanted to get AWAY from their rules! Now I had MORE to follow and they'd be getting a report on me. Gaaah!).

Outwardly, I gave Jody my best "I'm intently listening look". I noticed Alex trying to hide a not-so-nice-smile. (I swear she had, like, fifteen personalities! I bet she was thrilled I had to answer to so many people). Claire just watched me with an amused grin plastered on her face.

"If you break my house rules, you have to fix it. Then you get grounded and something you like taken away."

"You could take away my calls with Sam and Dean if that happens," I said hopefully. Claire burst out laughing.

"Nice try, kid. If you get in trouble, that'll be the first thing she makes you do," she said, looking at me as if I didn't have a brain in my head.

"Just follow the rules and you'll be fine," Alex said, surprising me with a shy smile (Personality sixteen presented itself, and she seems pretty nice.). She had a pretty smile, but you never got to see it because her hair was always in her face. It reminded me how Sam said to tie my hair back when I did homework. (Why was everything reminding me of them when I was trying to start something new?).

"Thank you, guys, for letting me stay here," I said as I began to clear the table.

"We'll see how it works out. Should be interesting," Jody said slowly, popping a piece of broccoli in her mouth.

Just then the phone rang. It was 7pm.

Claire arched her eyebrow at me, saying innocently, "Gee, I wonder who that could be?"

I stuck my tongue out at her playfully and went to answer the house phone.

SPNSPNSPN

"Hey honey, it's me," Sam said on the other end. "How's it going? You unpacked?"

"Yep, all done and we just had supper. Thank you for the extra chargers," I added a little shyly, as I curled up in the corner chair and threw the flowered afghan over my lap.

"Keep both of them in your backpack, that way you'll never have your phone die on you, got it?" (I never even thought of that. It was a good idea. A Sam-idea, meant for my safety.). I felt myself begin to drift.

"Libs? You okay?" There was concern in his voice.

I snapped out of it, quickly saying "Yeah, I'm good, Sam. Just thinking about school and stuff." (I knew that would throw him off my track! Ha!).

"You nervous? It's totally normal if you are. You haven't been to a real school in awhile."

"Yeah, I guess I am, a little," I said, lying. (I was really worried. I knew there would be tests, and other kids, and teachers to navigate. I hated school.).

"Libby." One word. One word that said he saw right through me. (Even long distance? Seriously?).

I huffed out. "Okay, okay. I'm more than a little nervous. What if I don't make any friends?" I mumbled something about being stupid.

"Did I seriously just hear you call yourself stupid again?" He sounded… annoyed.

"Saaam, I'm just nervous, that's all – God!" I heard the whine in my voice and I forgot to just think the "God" that I added.

"Hey, first of all - you aren't stupid. Second, I can still give you strikes, so watch your attitude. Third, I love you," he said, and I could hear it in his voice. He really did. I was embarrassed about how I acted.

"Love you, too. Sorry, Sam – really. I'll feel better after I start tomorrow, I know it."

"Okay, hon, I'll talk to you tomorrow. We'll try to call around seven if we can. (What did that mean? Were they already going hunting? What if they got hurt? What would happen to me?). Dean wants to say hi."

"Did you find the chocolate?" Dean asked in a hushed tone. It was kinda comical.

"Sam knows, so you don't have to whisper," I giggled back to him.

"Well – I hope ya hid it good, cause, well, women can smell that stuff from a mile away," he whispered again.

"DEAN – nobody can hear you on this end. You can talk normal," I laughed. (It was nice. It was nice to talk to him and laugh.).

"You all set for school tomorrow?" he asked in his usual gruff sounding voice.

"Yep – and Sammy can fill you in. I'm ready," I said, trying to convince myself. (I WAS.).

"Okay then, talk to you tomorrow. Be GOOD, Libby," he added sternly.

"I will, I will – jeesh!"

"Come again?"

"I said I will be good, Dean." (UGH. Point to Dean.)

"That's what I thought. Love ya, kid."

"Love you, too," I said. And then they were gone.

SPNSPNSPN

I got up to help with the dishes, but Jody said I got a free pass on my first night. She peered into the living room and gave me a look, pointing at the chair I had been in. I forgot to put the phone on the charger and the afghan was in a wadded up pile on the cushion.

"Sorry, Jody! I got it," I said, crossing the room and returning everything to its place.

"Good deal," she smiled. "I want you to grab a shower and get your clothes out for tomorrow. Then bed by nine."

"Don't use all the hot water!" Claire yelled from down the hall.

"Yeah – Claire needs all the help she can get!" Alex added, laughing.

"Okay guys, I'll be quick!" Jody nodded in amusement.

I was ready for bed and really tired. Overtired, I think Dean called it. Jody had given me an alarm clock to set for 6am, and told me I was responsible for getting myself up and ready for school. She pointed to my wet towel on the floor and made a tapping motion to her temple with her index finger. I got the message. I took my towel and laid it flat over my desk chair to dry. (I tried to remember if I did that at home… the bunker… but it was fuzzy. Maybe Sam had done that for me. I was starting to realize they both probably did a lot more for me than just save my ass all the time. I had treated them so ungratefully!).

I had my favorite outfit ready, but I was tossing and turning. I decided to get up and go see if Claire was still awake. I opened her door quietly and she jumped in the chair at her desk.

"Dude! What did I say about KNOCKING, huh? Do you need me to show you how to knock?" she whisper-yelled at me.

I would have answered, but I was too busy staring at her bulletin board. It had a map with red pushpins on different areas, and a few newspaper clippings, along with a MISSING poster with the faces of a young couple in hiking gear on it. She had written "WENDIGO?" next to it.

She started slamming books closed and muttering to herself "Oh, no, no, nope – not gonna get me in the shit with those two Latin crazed brothers…that wasn't even the worst they threatened me with. Nope."

"What's a Whenn-deee-go?" I asked.

She glared at me. "Go to bed kid. NOW." (Jeesh – touchy much?).

SPNSPNSPN

I got myself up after a lousy night's sleep – thinking of those MISSING posters, and Claire's bulletin board. Man, Sam and Dean must have really put the fear of God in her from her reaction.

I was too nervous to eat so I just grabbed a banana and climbed into the truck with Jody. Alex and Claire were already gone for the day. We pulled into the middle school parking lot and I grabbed my stuff. Jody reached out and held my wrist – "You ready for this?" she asked.

"I am. Let me get this straight, though. I'm your visiting niece from Kansas, right? My dad and uncle are out of town for an unknown amount of time and left you in charge of me?"

"Exactly," she said, taking a no-nonsense tone. "Just let me do all the talking."

(What have I gotten myself into? I was so scared! I had my phone, though, and I reached into my jean pocket and felt the lip gloss I "borrowed" from Claire's night stand last night. She had, like, a thousand; she wouldn't miss one, would she? I just wanted to be like her.).