A/N Hey guys, this is my first SPN fanfic that I've been working on for quite a while, well, in my head anyway. So, I'm gonna try to update on a weekly basis, but being a Uni student, I don't know how long that's gonna last. A/N

She rushed to the window as she heard the much anticipated sound of the Impala's tires crunching the gravel as it was pulled into the lot of dismantled and dismembered cars. With all the calmness she could muster, she walked into the study, looked at the man behind the desk and said, "Bobby, they're here."

"I know, Sugar Bean. I may be old, but I ain't deaf yet." Bobby looked up from his massive book on reapers, giving her a look that she was very accustomed to. She just rolled her eyes and headed back into the hallway just in time to hear the three solid knocks rapped at the door.

"Sam, Dean, hey," she said as she was gathered into hugs by each of the brothers in turn.

"Hey, Dani, how are you doing," Sam asked her. Dani looked back at Dean, who just kept staring at the floor.

"Hey, Sam, you know me. How are you two? Dean?" She turned back to the other brother.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm great. Sam, you wanna help me get the stuff? Danielle, will you go tell Bobby we're here?" He pushed past Sam with what baggage he had at the moment straight up the stairs, and into the room that had been his since his first visit there.

Heaving a sigh, Dani replied, "Yeah, sure, Dean, I'll tell him." She then turned back to Sam, "You need any help with those bags?"

He looked at her with his classic "Sammy" smirk, "Bobby all ready knows we're here?" She nodded, and he opened the door and gestured for her to go first. Walking to the car, Sam was the first to talk, "So how's Bobby doing? I know Dad was closer to him than practically anyone else in this line of work."

"Cut the crap, Sammy," the large man stopped in his tracks and turned to look at her. "Forget about Bobby and me for a minute. How are you doing? And don't feed me that bull shit about how death is a part of life and you knew it was just a matter of time before he died."

"Wow, Dani, when you cut to the chase, you really don't leave any loose edges," his smirk was greeted by what the boys called Dani's "mom" look, and the smirk fell instantly. "Okay then. Granted, I'm not happy that Dad's dead, but I'm handling. It's more than I can say Dean's doing. I couldn't tell you the last time we had a conversation that consisted of more than a dozen words."

"Well wasn't he closer to John than you were? Not that something like that should affect you that much but still... I'm just saying I remember you coming here a lot more often than Dean ever did."

"No, you're right; he was closer to Dad than I was. And we both know that was because I was more like Dad, so we butted heads more. But that's not how it seems to me. I just feel like he's hiding something from me, or like he just shut all of his emotions in a little box, never to let them out again."

"But all you two have left is each other, why would he keep anything from you. That just seems like it could drive you apart, and I know Dean well enough to know he doesn't want to do that," she rubbed his arm and smiled soothingly as they made their way to the Impala, where the bags were laying on the ground on the driver's side. Dani reached in for a couple of the bags, but Sam took them from her and heaved them onto his own shoulders. "Sam, I came out here to help you with the bags."

"Really?" Sam said, "I thought you came out here so you could go all psychotherapist on my ass." Dani just smiled and held out her hand, wiggling her fingers until he handed her some of the luggage.

From the house, Bobby sticks his head out from the window shouting, "Hey, Sugar Bean! Weren't you making some dinner for the boys?"

"Ahh shit! The casserole!" Dani muttered profanities as she turned to Sam, who held out his hands to take the bags from her. She threw them into his arms and sprinted back towards the house, "Thank you, Sam!"

"Oh, Dani, we've missed you," Sam chuckled as he juggled the luggage as he made his way back to the house.

A/N So how was it? Don't be shy. Feel free to review, I promise I won't rip your head off. I think I'm going to update every Thursday, at least for as long as my backlogs allow. THANKS! A/N