A/N: This story is dedicated to the wonderful RedMagic (Bec) she has been a great help with all the ideas and she's BETAing this for me. )
Delilah sat on the edge of her mother's bed, watching her dress.
The five-year-old favored Sam in so many ways, she had his dark brown hair and she was quiet as well.
Her brown eyes came from her mom though; they gave away her emotions just as Haley's had when she was her age.
She was a smart little girl. She picked up on things quickly, something that came from both of her parents.
"Are you going hunting again mommy?" The innocent concern in her daughters voice pulled Haley from her thoughts.
"No sweetie. Mommy's going to work." She picked her daughter up and walked down the stairs. "I'll be home in the morning. You be a good girl for Bobby."
"She's always good." Bobby smiled affectionately at his great-niece as he took her from her mother's arms.
"I love you baby." Haley dropped a kiss on her daughter's forehead and left.
"Is mommy really going hunting?" She looked up at Bobby with her big brown eyes. She knew he would tell her the truth.
"No. She's going to work. Aunt Rachel needs help tonight."
DDM
The bar that Haley and Rachel owned was packed.
It was not an unusual thing but tonight something felt off... different… wrong. Haley pushed her worries away and walked behind the bar, she was probably just being paranoid.
"I will never understand the name you have for this bar." Haley smiled warmly at Lucas Scott, a fellow hunter.
He stumbled into their bar when they had opened it three years ago and stopped by regularly.
He was a good friend to the girls.
"Hey! If you don't like the name then leave." The bar was named Ravenden. The walls were made out of a dark wood.
The ceiling and floor were painted black along with the bar. The tables and chairs in the room were a deep crimson color. Peyton, the tortured artist of the group, had designed the décor.
"Fine! Fine!" Lucas threw his arms up in mock surrender and Haley laughed.
The next few hours were spent joking around with and serving customers. All of her previous worries were forgotten.
DDM
"Uncle Bobby?" Delilah clutched her teddy bear tightly to her chest as Bobby tucked her in.
"Hm?" He sat on the edge of her bed and patiently awaited her question; she often asked him questions Haley wouldn't answer.
"Do you think my daddy would love me if he knew me?"
"He would love you more than anything in the world if he knew about you." He kissed her forehead and tucked the covers around her tiny frame. "Now go to sleep."
DDM
The constant knocking on the door made Bobby grumble and rush to it, he didn't want the annoying noise to wake up Delilah. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
"Hey Bobby." Dean smirked at his father's best friend as soon as the door was opened.
"Hi." Sam had his hands shoved in his pockets and his head hung slightly.
Bobby ushered the boys into the house, he took them into the kitchen and took in their appearances.
Sam had a few scratches on his face, nothing major. Bobby handed him some peroxide and a washcloth to clean them with.
They may not have been major but an infection wouldn't be the best thing for the cuts.
Dean was in a bit worse shape. He had a cut on his forehead and blood made his white shirt cling to his torn up chest. Bobby cut off the shirt and started to patch him up. "What did you boys go after?"
"A loup-garous." Sam answered.
He was about to say more when a blood-curdling scream rang throughout the house.
"Delilah!" Bobby abandoned his task of washing Dean's chest and raced up the stairs.
He threw open her bedroom door and flipped on the light.
She was sitting up in her bed holding her knees to her chest; tears were falling freely down her face.
Bobby picked her up and gently rocked her back and forth. "What's wrong Delilah?"
"Mommy!" She clutched Bobby's shirt with her tiny fist. "The Ravenden was on fire." The fear in the little girls eyes made Bobby's heart break.
"She's fine sweetie. Would you feel better if we called her?" She pushed her dark locks out of her face and nodded.
He carried her down stairs and set her down on the couch and returned a few minutes later with the phone. He handed it to her and she smiled.
He went back to the kitchen and resumed the task of fixing Dean up.
When he put the last stitch in Dean's chest he turned around to find Sam and Delilah having a staring contest.
"Lilah?" When the little girl turned to look at him he knelt down to her level. "Do you feel better now?"
"Yes." She handed him the phone since she couldn't reach the base to hang it back on. "Mommy said Aunt Rachel will bring Xander over 'morrow."
Sam watched the little girl with fascination. She spoke like she was much older than she was; her southern accent gave away the fact that she was only a child though.
"Whose kid?" Dean asked as he grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"Haley's."
The bottle fell from Dean's hand and shattered on the floor. He started trying to do calculations in his head but wasn't getting very far since he didn't know her age.
"Are you boys staying the night?" Bobby scooped Delilah up in his arms and stood in the doorway.
"Yes." Dean gave up on the calculations. "Is she Sam's?"
"It's the usual sleeping arrangements then." He ignored Dean's question and started up the stairs with Delilah.
Sam jumped up from the chair and followed them.
The wall along the stairs was filled with pictures of Haley and Delilah; some of the pictures contained a small boy and a redhead as well. Others included a curly blonde. Most had Bobby somewhere in them though.
After Delilah was tucked back into bed Sam cornered Bobby. "Is she mine?"
"Boy that isn't my place to say. If you want to know who her father is you have to talk to Haley." Bobby pushed him out of the way and headed to his own bedroom.
Sam was left to wonder whether that little girl was his or not.
He gently pushed the door open to reveal a room painted lavender.
The outside wall had a mural on it; the whole room was like a scene taken straight out of a fairytale. He knelt down beside the bed and pulled the light blue comforter tighter around the sleeping child.
He watched her sleep, all the while wondering if she was his.
loup-garous - Werewolf.