Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters, I do however own/co-own Milly, Lacey, Lauren and all characters you do not know

This is a Kyla/Kalli Creation

The Winchesters'

"MILLY!!" Bobby called up the stairs.

Milly sighed. "I'LL BE DOWN IN A MINUTE!!"

"I told you this was gonna be just like every other time, Daddy." Lacey told her father.

"What is she doing? Packing her whole closet?" Bobby asked, checking his watch.

Milly shook her head, lugging two suitcases down the stairs. "Of course not! Just my entire underwear drawer."

Bobby's eyes widened. "MILLY GRACE AUBURN!"

Milly giggled. "Chill, Dad, I was just kidding."

A look of relief swept over Bobby's face, and he nodded, turning to head out, Lacey smacking her sister, because they both knew Milly hadn't been kidding.

"You need to learn tact." Lacey whispered.

Milly shrugged. "Nah, I can lie like a Goddess."

Lacey laughed. "Zeus called--he needs Aphrodite back."

"You tell Zeus that I refuse to go back up to a place where my husband's hideous and my lover's a manwhore." Milly said.

The girls laughed, and then piled their things into the back of the car.

"One question." Lacey told Milly.

"Yeah?" Milly answered.
"Do you really need two suitcases?" Lacey asked.

Milly nodded. "Of course! I mean do you realize how many outfits you've picked might and might not work?" Milly lowered her voice. "Besides, Dean's party's on Friday night, and I need to figure out the best outfit. I mean should I look more, 'Come and get it', or "Of course I'm an innocent wall flower'?"

Lacey rolled her eyes and laughed. "You'll look the first one no matter what you do."

Milly elbowed her sister playfully in the ribs, and then the two of them piled into the backseat of the car.

"You two sure you have everything and you're ready?" Bobby asked.

He was concerned. They were his little girls after all, and he was dropping them off with the man he trusted most with them.

Lacey smiled and nodded. "We promise we have everything, Daddy."

"Absolutely everything, Dad." Milly replied.

Bobby nodded, and started the car, driving them over to John's. When they got there, the girls fixed their hair and gave each other the 'okay', and then they got out of the car and grabbed their things. They lugged them up the walk, and then John opened the door and called for the boys to help them with their things.

"Two suitcases again?" Dean asked Milly as Sam hurried over to be the first to help take Lacey's things in.

Milly smirked and whispered, "I hope we're not going to church on Sunday, because I only brought underwear the devil would approve of."

Dean smirked too and turned to John. "Hey, Dad? I dunno if Lacey and Milly can stand sharing that guest room together. Maybe Milly will just have to sleep in my room."

John rolled his eyes. "Take the trunk up--now."

Dean shrugged--it had been worth a try. He lugged Milly's two suitcases up the stairs, and he and Sam both set the girls' things down in the guest room and then Dean turned to them.

"So this party tomorrow night? It's going to be amazing." Dean gushed. "So...what would you guys like for dinner?"

"Anything. As long as I get fed!" Lacey exclaimed, and Sam smiled at her, only Dean catching the loving look in his eyes.

"And as long as I get you for dessert." Milly told Dean, winking.

Dean smirked. "Oh well that can be arranged, Milly, my dear."

Milly smiled, and then she and Lacey went down to say goodbye to Bobby, who hugged and kissed them both.

"I'll call everyday." Bobby promised.

Lacey smiled. "We love you, Daddy."

"I love you two, too." Bobby replied. "Be good, all right?"

Milly sighed and rolled her eyes as her father looked straight at her when he said it.

"Dad, I'll be good. We'll both be good. Girl Scout's honor." Milly promised, doing the sign with her hand.

Bobby laughed. "Since you've never been one, that makes me feel better. Bye, girls. Boys. John."

"Bye, Bobby. They're safe, I promise." John told him.

Bobby waved and left, and then John turned to the four teenagers he had to look after for two weeks.

"Well...what does everyone want for dinner?" John asked.

"Chinese," Milly replied, while Lacey said, "Pizza," Sam said, "Mexican," and Dean said, "Thai".

Friday morning was more than John had signed on for. He had been sleeping, actually having a nice quiet evening after all of the loudness and food last night, and then he wakes up and things were still quiet--too quiet as far as he was concerned. He got up, and got dressed, not realizing that it was only quiet because the kids were doing things he didn't want them to be doing.

"Come on, Dean! I want waffles, not pancakes." Milly whined as he held the batter mix out of her reach, looking down at her.

Milly and Lacey had gotten up and just pulled on pants. They were wandering around the Winchester house in nothing but jeans and their bras. Dean was quite enjoying it, and though blushy and embarrassed about it at first, Sam was now okay with it.

"Give the poor girl the mix, Dean. It's not like you're going to make us breakfast." Sam said.

Dean smirked. "What do I get if I give you back the mix?"

Lacey laughed. "She'll not put a shirt on?"

"What do you want?" Milly asked, and winked.

"Well I personally want to know what everyone's doing in their underwear." John said, smiling his Dad smile--the one that makes your bunny slippers run for cover.

"Well you see, Dad, I came down and Milly and Lacey were like that, so I decided to just walk around in my boxers, so they wouldn't feel left out." Dean tried. "Sammy's in his boxers and a shirt."

"But you aren't wearing a shirt." John said sternly.

"Well I didn't know what to wear, and I was hungry." Milly tried, using that Auburn woman 'sweet and innocent' voice. "And don't you think red just brings out my eyes?"

John refused to look at Milly's red bra, and just closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"And I mean, green's my color right?" Lacey asked.

"I'm going to count to four, and if the four of you aren't upstairs getting dressed by the time I open my eyes, I'm going to ground someone." John said. "One..."

The four of them hurried up the stairs, and once he got to 'four', John opened his eyes and smiledno half naked children were in his kitchen anymore. So he set to making breakfast, and smiled at them all as they came downstairs fully clothed, with their school things.

"We're really sorry, Uncle John." Lacey told him.

Milly nodded. "It was my idea and my fault. Sorry."

John shrugged. "You're getting used to it not being your house anymore. Now eat some breakfast, okay?"

Milly and Lacey smiled about getting out of that that easily, and then they ate the waffles that John made them. Milly stuck her tongue out at Dean who leaned over and whispered, "I'll tell you what you can do with that tongue."

"Dean...not at the table, please." John told him, serving Dean and Sam some of the waffles.

"How come Sammy gets the extra one?" Dean asked.

John shrugged. "Your brother's not being vulgar at the breakfast table."

"Oh, so just because I can get some, means I get one less waffle?" Dean asked.

"Your brother didn't fail his first quiz." John said.

"Dean!" Milly exclaimed. "Come on, you know you can pass."

"He needs a tutor." John said, sitting down at the table himself.

Milly beamed. "I'd be more than happy to tutor him."

School was all right. Milly hadn't gotten to get really in Brandi's face, but Dean stayed close to her. Kept thinking he was going to get some or something if he hung around her. Sam on the other hand, couldn't stop looking at Lacey when he could see her in his sight. Dean went over to his brother at lunch, which was definitely not done, and sighed.

"Tell Lacey you like her." Dean said.

Sam blushed. "No. Who says I do anyways?"

"Well, protesting it was an afterthought." Dean told him. "Hey, I bet she loves you too."

Sam gave his brother a look. "I'm trying to study."

Dean held up his hands in protest, and then went back over to sit next to Milly.

"Let's go make-out somewhere." Dean said as Milly was in the middle of talking to Billy about something.

Milly looked at him. "Not when you interrupt me."

"Dean, you are something else." Billy told him. "I mean what gives you this power over the school?"

Billy wasn't mad, he was actually curious. Sure, he had one of the Auburn girls as his best friends, but Dean flirted with both of them--shamelessly.

Dean shrugged. "I actually have no idea."

"Hello? I was talking here." Milly said.

"Sorry, Baby." Dean told her.

She smirked. "Nice try. As I was saying, Billy--I think next week will be the cheer practices and the try-outs. It'll be fun."

"Can I watch and write an article about it for the paper?" Billy asked.

Milly beamed. "Of course!"

"Okay, Sam's acting weird." Lacey said, coming over to them before Dean could say, 'Can I watch just to see if maybe someone's shirt falls off?'

Milly looked up. "How so?"

Lacey shrugged. "He just is. He like started stuttering, and then hurried off instead of eating with me, like normal."

"Oh, well Sam has speech problems." Dean said, and Milly smacked him.

"Lacey, I don't know what to say. Maybe he's worried about the party tonight." Milly suggested.

"Yeah, speaking of which, will there be alcohol?" Matthew asked, coming over to them.

Dean smiled. "But of course there will be."

"What about your Dad?" Lacey asked. "He can't possibly be letting there be alcohol."

Milly looked at Dean. "And that means you touching me is totally out of the question."

Dean smirked. "Trust me guys--it's all under control."

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