A/N: Hey guise! Sorry for not posting on Thursday like I said I would. My computer freaked out on me so I had to take it to a repair shop, and this week has just been soo busy. Anyway, Enjoy. A/N

"Oh, Hell no!"

"I hate to say I told you so," Sam was enjoying this particular little spat between the 6'1" 27 year old and the 5'3" 23 year old. Actually watching the two of them fight like a married couple was one of Sam's favorite pastimes.

"Shut up, Sammy. Danielle, please. It'll only be for like four days, a week tops." Sam had to give the man props though, seeing as this was basically a one sided conversation, he was reduced to begging.

"After what I've seen you put that poor Impala through, I shouldn't even be letting you touch my tools. I built that car from the ground up, didn't even have a base frame to work with. I have had that car since I was fourteen and I'll be damned if I let him go anywhere without me."

Suddenly, there was a look in Dean's eye; one Sam had seen enough to know that what followed didn't always end well. Sam had to stop him. "Dean, can I talk to you for a minute, outside."

After dragging him around the corner Sam said, "Please tell me you are not thinking of asking her to come with us. Bobby would kill us and then bring us back and kill us again."

"What am I killing you boys twice for?" One thing was for sure, Sam and Dean definitely did not like the way Bobby was looking at them. Dani then steps around the corner twirling her keychain around her finger.

"Oh, nothing Bobby," the smirk on her face was one of pure delight. "The boys just wanted to take Percy on a little road trip without me."

Bobby just stood there, his grimace turning into a scowl. "No. No, no, no," he pointed to each of them in turn.

Dani's smirk slides off her face, "Bobby! Why can't I go with them? You've been training me since I've been here!"

"No, ma'am, I have been teaching you to defend yourself, not go running up to the enemy. I will say this once; you are NOT going with them."

"But-"

"No buts missy, now give me your keys." Reluctantly Dani handed over her keys and trudged her way down the hall to her room.

"Bobby," Sam interjects, "We weren't going on a job, we were just following a lead on one of Dad's old contacts."

"I don't care Sam. It's not that I don't trust you boys, it's that I think all three of you will get killed if the two of you are more worried about protecting Dani than killing the thing you're chasing."

Dean then steps into Bobby's line of sight, "Yeah, we get it Bobby. You don't want Dani hurt, and neither do we. But thanks for loaning us her car." He then reaches for the keys in Bobby's hand, but Bobby jerks them out of reach.

"Oh, no, boy. She worked too hard on that car; I'd kill you if you got a scratch on it," he the turns to the peg board on the wall and grabs a set of keys and tosses them to Dean. "You two can take the van. She's the best I got out there." The look on Dean's face goes from excited to sour.

By the time they make it to the van, Dean's expression has turned to one of absolute disgust. "I hate Bobby." Sam just shakes his head and smiles at his brother's revulsion.

A/N: You know the drill... A/N