Ok, I'll admit this was written semi-quickly and under the influence of a nice bottle of white wine. If there is interest (ie. reviews or interest I'll continue).

Summary: Bobby has a daughter…so what if she's not 100% human or even of the Earthly realm? What would it be like for the aging hunter to suddenly be saddled not only with the Winchesters but his half-human daughter in the face of the other realm monsters wrecking havoc on a post angel battle/post-purgatory Earth?


Prologue:

Bobby was being shipped off to Vietnam in a week and he had two choices. Either spend the week moping like some spoiled little brat or live it up, because he might not make it back. He had chosen to live it up with his fellow enlisted men, but then he saw her. For all of three seconds he thought it was ironic that he had found the love of his life a week before he was shipping out but then he realized it was his little head thinking it was the love of his life. All his buddies were trying to flirt with the lady but she only had eyes for him. He spent three days in a lover's bliss with her, never leaving the bed except for the call of nature and to get food, which was consumed in bed. On the fourth day he woke to an empty bed and a note…

My love please forgive me for leaving our bed so hastily. I had to return home, an urgent matter. Do not fear love of going to a foreign land. You will be protected, you will always be protected that is my promise. Thank you for the best three days of my life.

Sincerely,

Catherine

At the time he thought nothing of it…love 'em and leave 'em, hell he might not make it back. Then a year into his tour four of his six buddies died. Bobby started to analyze his life from a different motto. When things got bleak, with no hope in hell of his unit making it out of the jungle alive he heard a hauntingly beautiful voice calling from the deep vegetation. No one else seemed to hear it but that night his unit was spared and he was on his way home two days later.

As he drove toward the savage yard that would now be his home he glanced along the side of the road and saw her! Stopping suddenly he looked back just to make sure and yes, it was her and she had a very swollen belly. In a blink of an eye she had disappeared…until this day it was one of the mysteries that Bobby Singer never could explain away. And he had so many mysteries on his hands these days!

Thanks to the angel pissing match the world was off kilter, the door to Purgatory was wide open, the Mother had created some nasty beasts, and angels and demons were strolling hand and hand through heaven and hell. Luckily now thanks to Castiel and the boys Earth was only mildly plagued by Purgatory monsters, the occasional demon, and a few rogue angels creating havoc. What was bewildering to everyone now was the fact that the "Other" realm, the realm of fairies and all that crap, had opened and creatures that put the Mother's babies to shame were passing through. Hunters had no idea how to fight them, fifty had died trying and there weren't that many hunters left out there. Consecrated iron seemed to work on some, pure silver on others, while some just kept on going racking up a body count that wasn't high compared to the angel wars, but noticeable to those that hunted the supernatural.

Right now Sam and Dean were out hunting something that had laid waste to an entire forest, no living animals at all and the scientists that had gone in to study the phenomena were found ripped open. They were armed the best they could, iron and silver and some of the more interesting weapons from Balthazar's arsenal…he hoped something would work. He didn't want to think of the boys not coming back. But at least they were together now, working as one, trusting each other…it was something beautiful to behold.

"SAM!"

Dean screamed for the 100th time as he ran through the dead forest. Whatever the bastard was they were hunting had dragged his brother off through the woods and Dean was NOT going to lose Sam! He heard the beast running ahead of him and he quickened his pace. He was certain Sam had gotten a shot off before it grabbed him…he only hoped it was enough to slow it down.

Looking down Dean saw a blood trail and hoped it wasn't Sam's blood that he was following. He could hear it but not see it or his brother but the blood was becoming thicker, he was getting closer.

"Hang on Sammy," He shouted to the night!