Bobby Singer was usually quite a private man. He never knew anyone that he could really trust, aside from John Winchester. The two had been best friends for years and it had really changed him when John had died. The two had their differences, of course. John was a good man at heart, with good intentions, he simply did not know how to let go of his own grudges in order to allow others to live their lives.

For what it was worth, he loved his boys more than life itself. All he wanted was to protect them and for them to know how to protect themselves. He didn't realize the pressure he was putting on his sons, and Bobby always knew that eventually, it would come back and bite John right in the ass. Dean, the eldest, was one hundred percent supportive of everything his father ever did. He followed ever order his father gave, every rule he ever mad and every path he ever set. Sam, however, was quite different. Sam had a mind of his own; he wanted an education, he wanted to learn, to go to school, to be normal. He wanted everything is father didn't offer him, and had detested everything he gave. He didn't understand; he was too angry.

Bobby had found comfort in friends he didn't know he had. Ever since Ellen and Jo had passed away, he had felt like he had no one. But a familiar face had stuck by him and helped see him through this hard time; Castiel. Cas, ever since the apocalypse scare, had stuck by Bobby and the Winchester boys like he was family. When he'd first been brought back, he had had all of his "angel mojo" restored (as Dean liked to say).

He had planned to return to heaven, but instead, he chose to stay with the boys. He knew, deep down, that they would need his help along the way once again, and so he lived with Bobby. He popped in on Dean and Sam when he could. Lately, however, his powers seemed to be fading. He knew to much time away from Heaven would likely soon result in mortality. That was something Cas would have to face when the time came.

Bobby sat at his desk in his office, leaning back in his chair, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He hadn't heard from Sam and Dean Winchester for at least a week, and that concerned him. Cas entered from the other room. Lately, he didn't look like the clean and perfect man he once was. He wore a white T-shirt and a pair of old jeans. His hair was a little longer and shaggy and he had a noticeable five o'clock shadow growing. He sat in a chair in front of Bobby's desk.

"You seem distracted." Cas said, eyeing Bobby from across the desk.

"Yeah, well, what can I say?" Bobby said. "Those boys keep me worried sick like I was their gotdamn mother."

"Sam and Dean are fine. Trust me. I may not be able to pop in on them whenever I like anymore, but I can still sense when they're in danger. I would know if something was wrong."

"Castiel, I'm fine. I think you might be taking the whole 'gaurdian angel' thing too seriously…" Bobby said, shaking his head. "You don't need to stick around here and protect us."

"Don't flatter yourself." Cas said. "I didn't stay for you three."

"Whadya stay for then?" Bobby asked. Cas smiled mischeviously and chuckled.

"Strip clubs and cheeseburgers." He said.

Bobby laughed a bit, against how hard he was fighting not to. Castiel had developed a pretty decent sense of humor over the passing time. Cas laughed with him and smiled. Then he stood up and left the room, leaving Bobby alone with his bottle of whiskey. He poured himself another small glass of the dark liquid. Taking a drink from the glass, he swallowed the strong liquid and placed the glass on the desk in front of him. Suddenly, his phone rang. He jumped at the sound, and then leaned forward reached for the phone. Clearing his throat and coughing, he put the handset to his ear.

"Hello?" he asked, his voice raspy and worn sounding.

"Hello? Is this Robert Singer?" asked the person on the other line. It was a women, which confused Robert. He had been hoping it was finally Sam or Dean.

"Yeah, who's asking?"

"My, um… my name is Molly Hanson…"

"…okay…. Can I ask why you're calling? I'm really trying to keep this line free for business."

"I'm sorry, it's just… my mother just passed away. Her name was Cynthia Hanson."

Bobby paused a moment. That name sounded so familiar… how did he know that name.

"Okay, I don't mean to be an ass, but where are you going with this exactly?"

"I… I'm you're daughter…"

Bobby froze. There was no way that this could have happened. He hadn't been with anyone but his wife, and she has passed away nearly 25 years ago. He had his moments of weakness, reducing himself to the temptation of the bottle. And one night, a prostitute, just to feel close to someone again. Not his finest moment, and he knew that, but he just didn't know how else to handle what he was feeling. But he did remember that the girl was different, much different than he would have expected a prostitute to be. She seemed nervous; scared. She talked to him for hours before they engaged to anything intimate. She was easy to talk to, comfortable, and sweet. After they had finished, she stayed even longer and kept him company. But that was over 20 years ago…

"How old are you?" Bobby asked, worried.

"I'm 21…"

"You're mother… her name was Cynthia?"

"Yes…"

"Oh my god…" Bobby said, setting the phone down a moment. There was no way this was possibly happening. Out of everything he'd ever been told, nothing had ever left him quite as empty feeling.

"Hello?" he heard come from the receiver. He picked it back up.

"Are you sure you have the right person?" Bobby asked. "Are you sure your mom was 100% sure about this."

"Listen…" she said. "I'm so sorry. I didn't want to do this over the phone; I hate feeling like I'm just throwing this at you and disrupting your life. But my mom was all I had… I don't have anyone anymore… I just needed to know you were out there. I needed to know if you were… real I guess."

"I'm real…" Bobby said. "I'm having trouble registering whether or not this is… but I'm real."

Cas sat across from Bobby, his eyes wide with confusion. Bobby had told him the whole story in utter panic. He had no idea how to handle the situation. Should he meet this girl? Should he ignore it completely and go on with his life? She had given him her number to call back when he sorted things out, but he didn't know what to do. This was all too much to handle.

"What the hell am I supposed to do Castiel?" he asked. "I'm no father! I'm a hunter, that's all I know. The clostest thing to kids I've had are Sam and Dean, but even then I didn't have to father them, just be there if they needed protection. I can't just all of the sudden be a father!"

"I don't know what to say…" Cas said, sighing. "This isn't exactly an everyday occurance."

"I can't just leave her number sitting at his desk… it'll drive me crazy…"

"Then call her. Call her and meet her. At least then you two can actually meet and have real closure. Then you can decide whether or not you want to be part of each others lives."

Bobby sighed deeply. He removed his baseball hat and scratched his head. Then he put it back on, sat up strait and picked up the phone. Dialing the number on the post-it, he waited through the ringing.

"Molly? This is, well, me… yeah… I'd… I'd like to see you."