A/N Hope the sequel is living up to expectations so far guys, I know I have a lot of work to do on it so bear with me.
Finally have the Internet on my mum's lap top! And I'm on night shifts for the next week so I can update during the day and more often. Yey!!!

Still don't own Supernatural, just Darcy and the idea of the plot. Do have a HUGE storyline up my sleeve and I know you're going to love it!!

Chapter two.

Bobby was had called the boys, and now it was a matter of waiting for their arrival.

He had been told by Castiel to get them here by any means he could. Even though it took Dean a long time to believe in angels and Heaven, it took Bobby no time at all.

When he laid his daughter to rest he had battled with his own faith, how could any God take an innocent life? But then it had dawned on Bobby that it was just the way things sometimes turned out. Darcy was no longer at risk of being subjected to the life of a hunter.

Bobby knew there was a Hell, but he had never thought of Heaven. If there was a Hell then there had to be a Heaven to even things out. To bring a balance.

Then when he had gone to the crossroads demon to make a deal while over come with grief, he had been told a deal could not be made because she was not in Hell. This made Bobby think that there was a Heaven, or a Limbo.

Either way, he could not bring his loving daughter back to this world.

Now she was gone, she would never age, nor would she ever know pain or know of loss. Darcy would never suffer like his wife had, like Dean and Sam had and still were suffering.

When Dean had been bought back by Castiel, Bobby was sceptical and angry because he had suffered for so long at the loss of Darcy, but Dean needed to be here, and as long as Darcy was not, she was at peace. He hoped.

Now being told by an angel of God what to do, Bobby believed more than ever in Heaven, it was hard to not believe when there was an angel sat in your front room flicing through your books.

Bobby had lied to Sam by telling him about the book, but he needed those guys here. If Castiel said get them here, then who was he to argue?

After Castiel had made himself known the Bobby and Dean that night in the barn, Bobby had done all the research he could on angels for Dean. He had dug around in the world's history for days, informing that Joan of Arc had heard heavenly voices from the age of twelve telling her to save France, and that William Blake had conversed with Gabrielle himself.

All Dean could say in reply was;"A pre teen French girl up to her eye brows in wine, and an English poet? Please, the most eccentric people in history are English poets!" And then a small matter of weeks later, Dean believed.

Well, poor Dean had no choice after all. Castiel had dragged his out and could easily sling him back in that God awful joint.

Bobby wandered around his house.

He walked up to Darcy's bedroom. It was as she had left it. Even the bed sheets and the pictures.

Bobby used to go in there all the time in those first few years, sit on the bed and hold her pillow close to him, wishing he could have been strong enough to tell her the truth from the begining. But now he would just wonder up there every now and then, usually on the anniversary of her death, he would go in and write to her, then make his way down to the roadside and leave a bunch of flowers.

He and Sarah rarely spoke. She still held him responsible. She would travel up with Vicky and place a wreath every year. He used to send her letters, wishing her well and asking how she was coping, but those went unanswered. At the court hearing when the tired man who had fallen asleep behind the wheel of his car had been convicted, Sarah hugged him with relief that they had an answer as to why and how the young girl had died. But after that, there was still no contact between them.

Sarah had held Bobby responsible for not only the death of her neice, but the death of her sister too.

Last he heard, she had moved away any how.

He felt a calm wave roll over his body as he opened the door and looked around at the bottles of perfume, the hairbrushes and and trinkets she had left. He smiled slightly and shook his head.

"Oh Darcy, I still miss ya kid." Bobby looked around the room one last time and walked out, firmly closing the door behind him, and going in to the spare bed room to fix up the beds for Sam and Dean.

He put fresh linens on the beds and fresh towels on the chest of drawers. These boys were the only family he had left now, and he was damned if he was going to let any thing more happen to them.

The summer that they had all spent here was the best summer he had experienced since he had Darcy and his loving wife here.

Bobby looked around, he had renovated it since they had been here last. He needed a distraction once Dean had been bought back and they found out they couldn't know what seals would be broken and when and where.

The bunk beds were now two seaperate and single beds, the walls were now a dark green and navy blue and the chest of drawers had been sanded down and varnished. It had only taken his a few days. He hoped the boys would like.

Boys. Bobby smiled as he thought of them as boys. No matter how old they got, they would still be boys to him, even though they both towered over him, he was still able to give them a telling off when they deserved it and did something really dumb.

Bobby, now satisfied that the room was ready for its usual guests, left the room and made his way downstairs to the kitchen.

He liked having Sam and Dean visit, he wasn't expected to tidy up his books and tools, but there was the silent expectation of food, and Dean ate constantly.

Bobby had often wondered where he got his metabolism from as he never seemed to put on a single pound.

Bobby made his way to the kitchen, it was a good thing he had been to the market and stocked up on food. No he was wondering what to cook for Sam and Dean. No doubt Dean would like a pie, so Bobby took down his cook book. He had bough it for Darcy when she turned thirteen, she had started classes in school that taught how to cook a well balanced meal, and she was so excited that during that summer, she had cooked pretty much everything in the book. Including the fish dishes, which neither of them ate because they don't like fish, but Darcy wanted to do it to prove she was capable.

She was stubborn like that.

Bobby flicked through the book and scrolled down the ingredients, remembering what he had in the house.

After several pages and dish ideas later, Bobby settled on the idea of spaghetti and meat balls with vegetables followed with pumpkin and cinnamon pie for dessert. He had all the ingredients, so why not? he thought.

Putting on his "Kiss the Chef" apron which Darcy had bought him for fathers day years ago, he gatherd what he needed on the table and washed his hands and prepared to get cooking.

He looked at the clock, it wasn't even mid day, the Winchesters probably wouldn't arrive until six that evening, from what he had been told, they were pretty far away.

For the entire day, Bobby peeled, roasted, boiled and baked. Pretty soon the smell of warm home cooking filled every room of the house, making his home inviting.

The timer went off and Bobby put down his book on angel lore and picked up his battered, worn, old oven gloves and pulled the pie out of the oven. All that needed doing now was cooking the spaghetti and placing the meatballs, sauce and vegetables in the oven for quick half an hour when they were here and ready to eat. Beers were chilling in the fridge and the fire was crackling well in the living room.

Bobby got three sets of dishes and cuttlery ready and a jug of water on the table finished putting the pans away.

Today had been a quiet day, no phone calls or e-mails from any one, or more visits from angles.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Bobby went to sit back down in his armchair in the living room. He had just picked up his book when there was a knock at the door. Groaning, he got up to answer it.

It was Sam and Dean, Bobby smiled and hugged Sam as he walked through the door.

"Hey Bobby, how's it going?" The taller but younger Winchester asked him.

"Not too bad kid. Dean, How are you?" Bobby moved on to Dean and gave him a warm embrace too.

"Just fine Bobby, hungry though." Dean replied.

Bobby rolled his eyes and Sam laughed.

"Beers in the fridge boys, I'll put the dinner in the oven to heat up." Bobby walked over to the stove, switched the oven on and put the dish of meat and vegetables in, he began to cook the spaghetti and sauce on the hob.

Dean walked over to the fridge and noticed the familiar sight on the table that was known as pie.

"OH, pie!" He smiled and his eyes widened, walking with three beers over to the table.

Bobby immediately came over and slapped his hands away.

"You get your hands off that pie boy! That's for after dinner. Ejit!" Bobby, now satisfied Dean was no longer about to attack the pie, went back to stirring the sauce while the spaghetti boiled. Dean sat down silently, resembling a scolded little boy who had been caught trying to sneak cookies. Or in this case, pie.

Sam gave a smile to Bobby and remained stadning, leaning against the far counter looking out on to the rest of the kitchen.

"So Bobby, have you managed to get this book yet?" Sam asked, taking a swig of his beer.

Bobby took a long sip of his, stalling for time, not really knowing how long he would have to lie to the men infront of him.

"Still waiting for an address." He said, going back to his cooking.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, and Dean shrugged.

"How long will you be waiting?" Sam asked, eager to get hold of this book.

"Hold your horses would you boy? A man can't cook and track down a book at the same time!" Bobby kept his back to them, praying for the angel to hurry up and make his appearance. Bobby had not been told why it was so important for them all to be here tonight, but he was sure Castiel would show up.

"Sorry Bobby. Sammy's a little eager here to save the world. How have you been?" Dean stepped in and shot his younger brother a warning look to shut up.

"Been fine, working hard. Decorated your room. Why don't you boys take your bags up and go wash up? Food wuill be ready soon." Bobby suggested.

Sam nodded.

"Sure." Dean said standing up and grabbing his bag while Sam put his beer down, pick his bags up and they both headed upstairs.

"What was that back there? Since when do you question Bobby?" Dean asked his younger brother when they reached the room they were going to be staying in.

"I wasn't questioning him, I just want to get this book, figure out the next seal and just get it over with." Sam replied, Placing his bag in the bed by the door while Dean claimed the one by the window.

Sam started unpacking while Dean looked at him.

"You ok Sammy?" He asked his younger brother.

"Yeah I'm fine Dean." Sam busied himself with unpacking clothes and folding them in to one of the drawers of the chest.

"Listen man, I know it's hard being here, today of all days, but have you thought Bobby called us here because he might just need our support?"

"What do you mean Dean? You think it's hard for me to be here because Darcy died nine ears ago tomorrow? Because it's not. And if Bobby needed us here because of that then he should have just said."

Dean was taken back by the edge of harshness in Sam's voice. It wasn't like him to pretend he wasn't bothered by Darcy's death.

"Since when do you not care about the date Sam?" He asked, worried his brother was going off the edge.

"Dean, I got over it. I met Jess and I moved on." Sam faced Dean and towered above him.

Dean paused for a moment.

"Yeah, but then Jess died. Don't tell me now you've been babging Ruby that you've lost all your hummanity and moved on from the both of them?" Dean was really pushing his luck.

"Dean-"Sam started, but he was interrupted by Dean.

"No Sam, I will bring it up. You can't not care about either of them. Last year and all the other years before you were cut up about it. Now don't tell me you don't care this year." Dean was raising his voice, angry with his brother.

"No Dean, I do care. I care and I cared last year and all the years before that. But it hurts to care. Darcy is dead and gone, and so is Jess. We all had our time to mourn, now get over it." Sam turned away from Dean, he wasn't over and he never would be, but it hurt him so much to think about it.

"You want to go tell that to Bobby? Tell him to get over the fact that his daughters dead?"

"Dean, just back off ok?"

"No, I will not back off Sam."

Bobby who had overheard their argument when digging out more beer from the cupboard under the stairs could feel his heart aching. He couldn't stand to here them argue, and what Sam had just said had hurt deeply.

"Dinner's up!" He shouted, just wanting to get dinner over with and hope he could drink himself to slepp and forget about what he had just heard.

He walked back to the kitched and put the bottles of beer in the fridga and poured out three glasses of water, and moved over tot he oven to take out the food and serve it up. As he was placing the spaghetti alongside the meatballs he heard them come down the stairs and in to the kitchen and heard them sit down. He placed two plates in front of them and then turned back to get his plate and sat between Dean and Sam.

"Thanks Bobby." Dean said.

"Yeah Bobby, this smells great." Sam added, giving him a weak smile.

Bobby just nodded and began to eat. Sam and Dean followed, and the three ate the rest of the meal in silence.