Summary: Bobby can't understand what the world's coming to, when his daughter walks in with a large baby bump on her stomach. If he thinks that's a shock, he'd better prepare himself for finding out who the hell the father is. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters. I only own my OC.

A/N: Okay, this is new for me...but I had a scene pop into my head when I was listening to some music earlier today and I wanted to centre a fic around it.

The fic shouldn't be more than ten chapters.

Hope you enjoy!

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Family Matters

-One-

Bobby opened the door to Sam, Dean, Castiel and Gabriel, all of them heading inside to help him set up the welcome home party for his daughter, Debbie who was coming back from a long roadtrip. After the almost-Apocalypse, everyone deserved a break and she'd decided to go on a trip around the country and visit everywhere she could, and she was due home today. There were brightly coloured banners, balloons and streamers decorating the house along with a huge, beautiful banner Castiel and Gabriel had made themselves wishing Debbie Louise Singer a happy return home.

Everything was ready and right on time, Debbie's truck pulled up outside the house. She knew Dean and Sam were there because of the Impala. Climbing out, she fluffed up her thick auburn hair, locking the truck and tucking the keys safely in her pocket before making her way to the front door, two light bags in her hands as she climbed the porch steps

"She's here!" Bobby breathed excitedly, "Get ready..."

Dean and Sam grinned at each other. It was great to see the man they considered a father so happy, to see him looking more bright and lively than they'd ever seen him before.

"Hello?"

That sweet voice rang through the house and every person smiled. She was such a beautiful young woman, so much like her mother in appearance, and her nature was something else completely. Bobby couldn't wait to just wrap his arms around her and squeeze her tight. There was heavy breathing as she put her bags down and a sigh of relief.

"Dad?"

She entered the living room to see all the decorations and she grinned like a child on Christmas morning, but everybody else was gaping in shock.

"Guys, this is..." She began, seeing their horrified faces, "What's wrong?"

"What in the name of Christ is that?" Bobby asked, indicating her stomach.

"Bobby..." Castiel scolded, "Blasphemy."

Bobby ignored the angel and Debbie rested a hand on her stomach.

"Hello to you all too. Nice to see you after four months of being away." She snapped, throwing in that famous sarcasm, a trait she'd picked up from her father, "Thanks for the lovely welcome home, I'll remember this forever!"

"Debbie, why the hell is your stomach inflated several times more than it's normal size?" Bobby asked, Debbie smacking a hand to her forehead and chuckling.

Men could be so stupid sometimes.

"Why do you think?" She asked, "I'm pregnant, Dad!"

Bobby just looked at her in shock, everyone else doing the same. Great. That was all Debbie needed. Shock and awkward silences...perfect.

"When did this happen?" Bobby asked her, Debbie wondering why no-one was going to at least hug her or congratulate her on becoming a mother-to-be.

"Seven months ago..." Debbie replied, "Now are you gonna stand there gawping, or are you gonna come and meet your grandbaby?"

Those words snapped Bobby out of his interrogation mode and he softened at them, smiling goofily when he realised his baby girl was pregnant, giving him a grandchild. His daughter had a little person growing inside her, his grandbaby.

Bobby moved forward and kissed his child's cheek, hugging her carefully so as not to crush the bump before resting his hands on it. It didn't feel so solid, and from what Bobby remembered about when Karen was pregnant with Debbie, that meant the baby was laying facing upward with its back to the bottom of the bump, so he knew he had to be careful not to press down on it.

"Guys, you gotta see this," Debbie laughed, the others moving over to see, "Watch."

She put her hand on the bump and cleared her throat.

"Red and yellow and pink and green,
Purple and orange and blue.
I can sing a rainbow, sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow too..."

That's when the tiny foot appeared through the thin fabric of Debbie's tank top, everyone gasping as they saw it. Bobby shed a tear and leaned down, kissing the large bump that held his grandchild and he smiled.

"Hey, kiddo..." He breathed, "I'm your Grandpa Bobby...yes, I am..."

Debbie smiled at her father, hugging him again and kissing his cheek. The others said their congratulations, kissing and hugging Debbie as they greeted her after her trip. That made the young expectant mother feel so much better, but the stressful part wasn't over. She knew something else had to be said but the timing had to be right. That's when the air changed.

"Hello, darling."

Debbie beamed and turned around to see Crowley stood there in all his glory, the smirk ever present as the all black outfit was.

"Look at you!" He chuckled, "You're glowing, aren't you, my dear?"

The demon rested a hand on the bump, Bobby almost growling in response. How dare Crowley touch that bump? How dare he put his hands on Bobby's daughter?

"Hello, little one." He said softly, rubbing the bump affectionately which just pissed the older hunter off even more.

What right did a demon have to put his hands on his child and grandchild? He didn't, so Bobby decided to tell him he didn't.

"Crowley, get your damn hands off my daughter and my grandbaby!" He yelled, "Don't you even dare speak to that baby!"

"Now, why should not I do that, Bobby?" Crowley asked, turning Debbie in his arms and winding his arms around her, rubbing the bump tenderly.

Debbie bit her lip, bracing herself for what was to come. Bobby wasn't going to like this, not one little bit. None of them were, and she feared for her safety, the baby's safety and Crowley's safety as the demon spoke to her father, revealing the truth.

"Why should I not speak to my own child?"

-TBC-


OMG! Hope you enjoyed!

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