Why Didn't You Tell Me About the Sexy Librarian?

He could hear her crying. He knew that today was the day she had been dreading for the past four months. The day Tommy left for football camp. He wouldn't be able to come home for a month. He'd be in Kingwood for a weekend before school started. He knew it wasn't the boy's fault, but it didn't help the fact that he wanted to rip his throat out for making his daughter cry.

"How ya doin, lil' belle?" He asked, staring at her closed door. He didn't get a reply, but the crying got quieter. He wondered if he could get away with opening the door. When the cries stopped, he sat and listened still. He was shocked when the door flew open.

"Quit being a creeper, dad." His seventeen year old smirked through bloodshot eyes and red cheeks. She was wearing an oversized Longhorns' hoodie with the number 8 printed on the back and a pair of shorts.

"You gonna be ok, Samantha Jo?"

"I'll be fine. I mean, Austin's what three and a half hours away? And if my dad's cool, he'll take me to a few UT games. If he's really cool, though, he'll let me go up there and visit for a weekend or two."

Dean grumbled. "No way. I'm not going to let you go to your boyfriend's dorm almost four hours away."

"We'll see." She grinned. She knew he would. It was that Winchester charm paired with her mother's smile and the puppy dog eyes she had mastered, courtesy of her Uncle Sam.

"The reason I came up here in the first place is that your Uncle Sam has found us a hunt."

Samantha sighed. "Where at this time?" She didn't really want to go. In fact, she had a date with Ben and Jerry that night that she just couldn't break. And hell, couldn't her dad just let her be in mourning for a bit? Her boyfriend of almost a year just left.

"Louisiana." He stated. "New Orleans to be more specific. That place is a hot bed of supernatural stuff since Katrina."

"If we go, I want to have my fake ID. And you better let me drink." She raised her eyebrows at him.

"Fine." He honestly would rather her drink around him than run off and drink with some stupid kids that were going to get her in trouble. Besides, after the crazy life she had, she was well mature enough to have a few drinks.

Dean wondered what her mom would think of the way her daughter turned out. No doubt she would be proud. The girl was stubborn as Jo and Dean combined. She was a better hunter than Jo and Sam. She could take on men twice her size bare handed. She was a better shot than anyone he knew. She had retained a vast knowledge of all things supernatural. She killed them at pool and poker. And that was just the hunting side of her life.

She was also a wonderful dancer. She excelled on her high school's cheerleading squad. She made great grades. She was voted her class's homecoming queen last year. She had tied down the freshman quarterback of the Texas Longhorns, one of the best college football teams in the country. The girl had it all.

He often wondered though, what decision she'd make at the end of this school year. Sure, she could decide to forgo college and hunt like he and Jo did. She could decide that she was done with hunting for good and head to University of Texas to be with her boyfriend and have a normal life. He just knew that at some point she'd have to choose one or the other. He didn't know which one he wanted her to choose.

"Dad, you ready?" He watched her run down the stairs in her Longhorns' tank top, denim cut off shorts, and cowboy boots carrying a duffle, no doubt filled with clothes, shoes and her .45.

"Yeah, Sam, I'm ready. Stuff's in the car. We have to stop by and pick up your uncle on the way out of town."

The hunt wasn't a fun one to say the least. All three Winchesters came back bloody and bruised.

"That was one mean bitch." Dean stated.

"Yeah, well she seemed to like you the best, daddy-o." Samantha laughed.

"That bitch threw me through not one, but two walls."

"Get over it." Sam said. "She literally catapulted me down a flight of stairs."

"Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam shot back.

"Both of you stop whining. I can't take it. You're grown men. Act like it." Samantha scolded her uncle and dad.

The two men turned around in their seats staring at the teenager in the back. She looked at them with one eyebrow raised and a smirk, her dad's smirk, playing on her lips.

"If there was any doubt, ever, that she's your kid, that right there proves it. No DNA test required." Sam stated.

"Well that, and she could probably kick your ass, Sammy."

"Whatever, dad. I could kick your ass too." She giggled.

"See that attitude right there. That she got from her mother."

"Sure, Dean. Because you never act like that."

Samantha decided that a change in subject was in order. "So Uncle Sam, I have this friend…" She trailed off as Sam gave her that 'you have got to be kidding me look'. "Before you say anything, I think that you should just hear me out." She gave him those puppy dog eyes he taught her to use so well.

"What is it, Sammy Jo?" He sighed. She cringed at the use of the nickname she hated the most.

"Don't call me that." She turned up her nose. "Anyways, so I have this friend, and she has this MILF of a mom. Like seriously, they get mistaken for sisters all the time." Her dad's ears perked up upon hearing that. "And I really think you should meet her." Sam just shook his head.

"So you want me to meet your friend's Mom?"

"Yeah, dude, I think you two would really hit it off. She's a historical researcher type person. Okay I don't know what she does, but something with research. Maybe like a librarian or something?" Samantha stated.

"Wait you have a friend whose mom is a sexy librarian and you didn't tell me?" Dean asked his daughter mouth agape.

"I still want to be friend's with this girl, Dad. The last time you dated one of my friend's moms you slept with her and never called her. You even went as far as hiding in the bathroom to avoid her at football games." Samantha gave her dad a pointed look, and Sam laughed, that sounded like something his brother would do. "Rachel never talked to me again."

Dean nodded his head remembering, "Oh yeah, Rachel's mom. She was hot, but definitely a stage five clinger." Samantha slapped her father upside the head.

"Could you imagine if Tommy was like you?" She asked.

Dean paused, then his eyes darkened. "I'd kill him."

"Exactly." She stated, laughing, her uncle joined her. The rest of the car ride home was spent trying to convince Sam to meet the sexy librarian, and Dean that he couldn't. Dean couldn't help but smile. He knew a hunt like this was exactly what Samantha needed to help her get over Tommy's leaving.