Temporary Bliss

The next morning I made it to Bobby's in the afternoon. The whole car ride I kept going over the dream I had last night. I didn't recognize the voice or face but the look in his eyes was vaguely familiar. The night my parents died, he killed them right in front of me, and he made sure to look me in the eyes when he did it just for the fun of it. The look of pure enjoyment shone in his eyes, just like in my dream.

I shook my head getting his face out of my head before I pulled up in front of my uncle's house. I pulled it around towards the garage, knowing before I left here that I needed to take a quick look at the stang. I shut her off, and grabbed my bag out of the trunk. As I made my way up the porch I could see my uncle in the kitchen with a tall figure, I couldn't see his face because his back was to me. I opened the door and dropped my bag by the door before making my way to the kitchen doorway. I leaned against it, and cleared my throat, causing my uncle to stop talking and look up at the door, when he noticed it was me he got up and gave me a brief hug.

The man who was talking to my uncle happened to be Sam Winchester, who when he turned around saw me and made a confused face.

"Umm Bobby, how do you know Robyn?" Sam asked as he looked from me to Bobby.

Bobby cleared his throat, "Sam meet Robbie, Robbie it looks as if you already know Sam."

I nodded my head to Sam, who just continued to look at me like I had just spouted 5 heads.

"But…but I thought Robbie was a…GUY!"

"Well I'm not so you can close your mouth, ya idjit." I said as I went to the fridge and grabbed 3 beers. I handed 1 to Sam and the other to Bobby.

Sam closed his mouth, and gave a silent thank you as he opened his bottle. "How do you know Bobby?" he asked.

I looked at Bobby and he nodded at me, "Bobby is my Uncle." I said, taking a swig of beer.

"But Bobby never told us he had any siblings."

"Well you never asked." Uncle bobby said gruffly.

I gave a chuckle, "So what you doing here Sam, and where's that idoit brother of yours?" I asked.

Sam laughed, "Well we just finished a case, and so Bobby told us to come take a break because he was getting lonely. And my brother well he's probably out fixing his car."

"Of course he is, that's all he ever does. I bet you if he could he would marry that car, and have little Impala babies running around." I laughed.

Sam gave a big bellowed laugh, as did Bobby. We sat around and talked for a while, before I heard footsteps coming from the hall. We all turned our heads in that direction and a woman walked in from the door and walked to Sam, giving him a small kiss on the mouth before turning to me and bobby.

"Robyn?" she asked.

I squinted looking at her face closely, until I recognized who it was.

"Darby?" I asked. She nodded, and I immediately jumped up and tackled her in a hug both of us laughing and squealing.

"Oh my gosh what are you doing here?" I asked, as we both stood up.

"I've been traveling with the boys for a couple of years now, and Sam is my Fiancée." She said, a smile coming up on her face as she said the word fiancée.

I looked down at her left hand, finally seeing the ring on her finger. I gasped, "It's beautiful."

"Thanks, it's been a while since I've run into you. What you doing at Bobby's?" she asked, as she went and took a seat next to Sam.

"I acutely have no idea why, Bobby you want to tell me why I'm here exactly?" I asked as I looked accusingly at my Uncle.

"What I'm not allowed to have my niece come visit me once in a while." He said as he glared at me.

"Well it's not a coincidence that you told the boys to come here and then tell me to come here, I mean come on you can't be that lonely." I scoffed.

"Now you listen I'm getting old here missy, I need to have some company some days, and today just happens to be the first." He said, smacking the back of my head.

I ducked down and brought a hand up to rub the back of my head, glaring at my Uncle. The whole time this was going on, Darby and Sam were both looking at us in amusement. I was about to retaliate when someone came through the door this time, except this person had beautiful green eyes, and an oil smug on his forehead.

"What's going on in here?" Dean asked, walking to the sink grabbing a rag and wetting it to get the oil off his face.

"Dean you remember Robyn, right?" Sam asked.

"Hmm…Yeah isn't she that chick we meet a couple of years ago on a hunt?" He asked, turning around to look at me, "What are you doing here?"

"She's here to visit me you idjit." Uncle Bobby said.

"I didn't know you knew Bobby. How exactly DO you know Bobby?" Dean said with a fierce voice.

"She's his niece, Dean." Darby said.

Dean stood still and didn't say anything, making the situation VERY awkward. We all just kind of looked around while dean continued to look at everyone in the room, before stopping at Bobby, to make sure it was the truth.

"Really…" He finally said.

"Ok, so I think I'm going to hit the sack it's been a long day. Night Uncle Bobby, night guys." I said standing up from my chair, going to my Uncle and giving him a hug and a kiss on his cheek, and giving Darby a hug, while I just nodded to Sam and Dean.

I walked to the front of the house, grabbing my bag before making my way up the stair, finding my room, and taking out some night clothes to take a shower. I did not want to be walking around with just a towel on with Dean in the house. Oh yeah I've heard of how he likes to sleep around a lot, but that doesn't stop me from being attracted to him, I mean sometimes you just can't stop your urges.

After I took my shower I walked back to my room, laying down in bed, staring at the ceiling hoping I didn't have another dream like last nights.

I woke up the next day to the smell of bacon, I felt myself get out of bed and wake downstairs like a zombie. I must have looked like one to because I heard my Uncle start laughing as soon as I entered the kitchen. I flipped him off, sitting down at the table, grabbing the nearest plat to me and started devouring the delicious slices of pig. Once I was done I slowly walked back upstairs, changed, went back down to grab my daily cup of Joe. I opened the cabinet, and went to grab my favorite mug, but when my hand kept reaching I looked in the cabinet to notice that my mug was missing.

"Hey Uncle Bobby, where's my mu-"I stopped short when I saw the very thing that made my blood boil.

Dean was drinking out…of MY MUG!

I guess Dean could feel my rage radiating off of me, because he looked up from the newspaper he was reading. He almost looked scared when he looked into my eyes.

"Umm is there something wrong?" Dean asked, as he turned his head to Bobby looking for some help.

Bobby looked at me and then looked at Dean, then to the mug, causing him to flinch.

"Boy you better get ready for one pretty shiner." Was all Bobby got to say before Dean was on the ground with a throbbing left eye, Dean yelped and fell out of his chair.

"Bitch!" He shouted.

I just ignored him, took the mug to the sink, dumped out his coffee, rinsed out the mug about 7 times before taking it to the coffee pot and making my own.

"I told you, ya idjit."