~Hai, again ^.^ I said I'd be back, right? This chapter takes place a few months after their initial encounter. Hence the titles Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid. Wait...forget the title of the first chapter. This is it. YASS YOU MAKE ME HAPPY.

I woke up in the back of a car, lying on leather. My eyes were fuzzy, making it hard to focus on the two figures in the front seat. I reached behind my back for the gun I always kept hidden. A searing pain shot through my body as I moved, it came from my stomach.

"Relax, don't try to move. You were hurt pretty badly" I knew that voice. "It looks like something with claws ripped you a new one"

I waited a moment, I knew this car. Leather seats, musky smell and Asia playing on the radio.

The Winchesters.

"What?" I asked, "Where are we going?" I pushed myself up, pressing harder against the seat for support as pain rippled through every inch of my body. Lifting up my shirt peaking through the large band-aid patch there was a large sewn up gash across my skin, "what happened?"

"We're going to Bobby's. There's a case in town there" Sam replied, turning his body around to face me. "You showed up at our motel room covered in blood, thankfully not all of it was yours. I tried patching you up but we had to leave it wasn't safe"

I groaned in pain, thinking about the previous few hours and what had happened. "Where's Leah?"

"We tried asking you that but you pretty much scared the crap out of yourself at the sound of her name," Dean replied, glaring in the rear view mirror. "We'll drop you at Bobby's, you'll be safe there."

I shook my head, "No, stop the car. You can't take me to Bobby's. I need to find Leah" I ordered. "It's not safe for her to be out by herself"

"No way in hell! There's nothing useful you can do for her in that condition besides get yourself killed. Once we've dealt with this problem, I promise we'll look for her" Dean assured.

"Deans right, we don't know what attacked you last night and we can't leave you alone" Sam agreed

I nodded, dropping my head back "Leave me in the care of wheely; the incapacitated hunter." I muttered.

Sam wrapped an arm around my waist as I practically crawled from the car. The height difference between the two of us was as noticeable as a sore thumb. My body leaned against his as we neared the front door. Dean knocked on the familiar old oak door a could times before it opened.

"Hey Bobby" Dean greeted down to the man who was wheel chair bound.

The grip Sam had around my waist tightened as I began to slump in my spot.

Bobby's eyes popped as he saw me, "What in the hell are you doing here Belle?" He asked, "Why are you hanging around these sons of igits"

"Hi to you too, dad" I greeted back with a groggy voice. "It's great to see you"

"Dad? Wait a second, you had a kid? " Dean questioned as we walked into the living room. "Since when did you have kids, at all"

"Well sorry to disappoint you but I didn't think it was your business knowing what grape vines I climbed back in the day" Bobby snapped. "What's she doing with you anyway?"

"She found us, twice. Just so happens this time we were able to help before something else got to her first." Sam replied.

I smelt pie, cherry pie. "What's that smell?"

"Yeah, is that soap? Did you clean," Dean added

"What are you my mother?" Bobby snapped, with a small snare.

"Bobby, what have you been doing?" Sam asked, leaning me back against a table.

"I've been working, you know trying to find a way to stop the devil?" He said shaking his head.

"Did you find anything?" Sam asked

"What do you think?" Bobby shrugged his shoulders. "If anyone should be asking questions it should be me! Why is my daughter hanging with you two unlucky bastards and why is she covered in blood! If I had the ability of both my legs I'd kick your ass's"

"Dad, relax. I found them, I'm kind of hunting again" I defended.

"What do you mean 'kinda'?" My dad's eyes widened, I knew the next few words weren't going to come lightly. "You got out god damn it! You got to live an apple pie life, it's what you wanted. Why would go back to a lonely and dangerous job"

"It didn't work out, Luke and Leah left" I sighed, "I was attacked when I was on the road, I'm trying to find them"

Bobby shook his head in disappointment, "I don't care if you found god, Isabelle. You don't start hunting again until I'm passed the point of dead. Those two are classic examples of what happens"

"They're dead" I muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Something came and ripped them apart like a rag doll. I couldn't stop it so why not chase it; that's something you taught me."

In an attempt to defuse the bombshell that was about to go off, Sam leaned back next to me, glancing at me in worry. "Its just there's a case less than 5 miles from your house." Sam said

Bobby watched the short game of stares between Sam and I "What? The Benny Sutton thing?"

"You knew about this?" Dean ordered

"I checked into it already. There's nothing there" Bobby assured.

"Except the reports of people seeing a dead person commit murder"

"What witness? Digour Wills?" Bobby inquired

"Yeah! So?" Dean asked, raised eye brows.

"So he's a drunk?" Bobby counter claimed.

"What about the lightening storms? They look like omens" Sam added

"Except in February in South Dakota in storm season." Bobby argued "Guys, I thought it was something too. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar"

"He's right, the weather out here can be mistaken for alot of things. Remember that night we thought we torched one of the cars in the yard and it turned out to be lightening?" I speculated.

Dean gave me a you're-not-helping look "So who killed the guy?"

"Take your pick. This Benny Sutton guy was a grade A son of a bitch. There's a list of the living a year long who wouldn't mind putting a cap in his ass"

"So you're telling us...nothing?" Dean grumbled

"Sorry boys, looks like you wasted a tank of gas on this one" Bobby answered.

I trailed behind the boys as they trotted back to the Impala, obviously bothered by Bobby's lack of interest in what could be a supernatural occurrence. I stopped as they stood beside it.

"You think you could explain what the hell is happening? You never said Bobby was your dad" Dean asked, turning to me holding the keys.

"You kind of never asked" I said, pressing my lips together and kicking a few rocks that were at my feet.

Dead nodded slightly, "You coming with?"

I shook my head, "I'm gonna stay here, the old man misses me. Has a hard time admitting it though"

"We'll be back as soon as we can, call us if anything happens here" Dean ordered. "I mean it Isabelle, you've got a horrible track record with going Lone Ranger on hunts"

"So does that count if I get a paper cut? Call you or 911?" I joked.

Dean shook his head and glared, "Get your ass inside and look after Bobby"

"Gotcha Cap'n" I saluted, pretending to tip my hat that wasn't on my head.

"You didn't go with the boys?" Bobby asked, rolling his chair out of the kitchen. I thought it was a tad suss how he scampered in his wheel chair to close the doors behind him.

"They're old enough, figured they don't need me every step of the way."I replied.

There it was again, that sweet smell of Cherry pie. "What's that smell?"

Bobby's head whipped up, "Nothing, just a new deodorant I bought the other day"

I nodded my head slowly, "I know that sound" I said barging towards the closed kitchen doors. Bobby almost fell from his chair as my hand clutched the handle.

"Isabelle don't, please. Dont open the doors" he begged, "The kitchens a mess"

I narrowed my gaze, hearing that familiar hum come from the kitchen. "Who's in there?"

"Nobody"

"Nobody my ass" I scoffed. Gripping the handles I pushed the doors apart. There she stood at the oven, pulling out a freshly made Cherry pie. "Mom?" I said with a shudder.

The short haired blond woman turned around, a large smile on her lips. "Isabelle, it's so good to see you. You've grown up nicely since last time. Bobby did a good job"

I was speechless, lost for words. The mother who died when I was 4 suddenly stood in our old kitchen, baking like I remembered. "How are you here?" I asked, stepping closer towards her. "Is this real?"

She placed the pie down and patted her hands down on her apron and smiled, "I'm as real as the pie's I've been baking"

Before I knew it I had my hands wrapped around her, in a deep hug. "I missed you so much"

"Honey, what happened was a long time ago. I wouldn't expect you to remember me" She said, pulling back. "You're so pretty" She complemented, brushing my hair behind my ear.

"When did you get here?" I asked, leaning against a bench top.

"A few days ago, I showed up on Bobby's door step and he was just as surprised as I was" She answered, with a spray can of cream she swirled it on top of a pie. "It really is good to see you, I always wondered what my baby girl would grow up to be"

"I was a hunter until I was 16 that's when Bobby gave me my first car. I went to college when I was 19 and from there I lived a somewhat apple pie life with a guy and his daughter for five years and then they died and I started hunting again"

"You raised our daughter to be a hunter!" Karen ordered, with raised eyebrows."Not the smartest thing you've done nor the stupidest. Suppose it's good you know? You'll be safer, knowing how to protect yourself."

I nodded my head slightly, "I had friends, Sam and Dean. They're brothers"

A smile lit up her face, "Boys? Tell me more" She cooed, kneeding some doe.

"Deans the oldest and he and Sam share the same amount of stupidity" I added with a slight laugh.

"Ladies, I gotta hit the road." Bobby chimed, peeping in. I could see a small smile form on his face as he watched us talk.

~Part 3 to this lovely baby will be up in no time ^.^~