-1 year later-

The Impala pulled up to Bobby's, dust trailing behind it. John and Sam got out of the car yelling at each other. Dean got out as well, an endearing look on his face. "We will discuss this later!" John shouted.

"No we won't! We never do!" Sam shouted back. John just walked into the house, ignoring him. Sam threw his hands in the air and walked across the lot to blow off some steam.

"What was all that about?" Bobby asked Dean.

"Sam is graduating high school soon, and wants to apply to college." Dean told them. They looked over at him as he punched a window out of a car. "Let's just let him cool off."

Bobby and Dean turned toward the house, but Riley made a sprint toward Sam. "Kid!" Bobby shouted, but she ignored him.

She stopped a few feet from Sam. "Sam." She called. He turned toward her. His face softened, and she smiled. She ran to him, and he engulfed her in a hug.

"Bobby, we gotta talk." Dean said. They went and sat on the back porch steps. "Last time we were here, you were talking to dad, and you gave him this vial. We found out what was in it, sorta."

"Go on."

"It's got one part demon blood, that was easy to figure out. But there is someone else's blood in there to. It doesn't match any current or past blood types, so it's really old. And another part, we don't even know what it is."

Bobby sat down there nodding. "Did your daddy tell you anything about that we talked about last time you were here?" Dena shook his head no. "Well..." And he delved into the story.

"Wow." Dean said at the end. "You know last time we were here, when we left, she said see you next year, like she knew. It's been a year and a week since we last came over."

"There's more. About a month after her birthday, she woke up in the middle of the night screaming. She just kept muttering to herself. What I could make out sounded like she was begging Sam to stop doing something. But when I asked about it the next morning she didn't remember a thing. And THAT was exactly a year to the day."

"So, she's some kind of psychic?" He asked.

"Most likely" Bobby responded.

Riley and Sam walked up to them. Riley was practically dragging Sam saying "c'mon we got something to show you!"

"Oh, yeah! C'mon Dean" he said standing. They walked into the study.

"What are we looking for?" Dean asked, looking around.

"I put new phones on the wall, idjit."

"Ooohhh" they said simultaneously. There were two phones on the wall, one labeled 'FBI', the other 'misc.'.

"I got a few more coming. So that if you're ever in a pinch, give one a call." He pulls out a small pile of business cards. "If you see any other hunters, give 'em this and let 'em know."

"Thanks Bobby." Dean said taking the cards.

John stepped into the room, and he and bobby exchanged looks. "Dean, you wanna help Riley with her chores, then you can play with her." John told him. Dean nodded, he knew when to take a hint.

"Let's go kid. What's first on the list?"

"Groceries" she said leading him to the hall. He grabbed a set of keys off a peg, as she grabbed bobby's wallet.

"You two are gonna sit down and talk about this!" Bobby shouted as Dean and Riley drove away. He pulled two chairs out and motioned for him to sit. "What's the problem?" They both started talking at once. "Alright!" He shouted over them. "Sam, what's the problem?"

"Uh, well, I'm finishing up high school, and want to apply to college, but dad won't let me. And whenever I try to talk about it with him it always turns into some shouting match."

"That is not-"

Bobby raised his hand. "Wait your turn." He pauses. "Now it's your turn."

"If he goes he doesn't care about what happened to his mother." He said bitterly. "He doesn't care about killing that thing."

"That's not-" Sam began, but Bobby held up his hand.

"Alright, you two are the biggest IDJITS I have ever met! John, Sam is going to be an adult soon, and he can do what he wants, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care. Sam you can do what you want, he can't force you to do what you don't want. Do you understand?" He looked at them.

John looked down and muttered a "fine." Sam nodded.

"Good." Bobby said. They heard the sound of an engine rumbling. "That'd be the food. Are ya hungry?"

"We gotta go." John said, throwing a napkin on the table. He got up and moved to the library to grab his bag.

"Dishes" Bobby said to Riley. She nodded.

"We'll help." Dean said.

"You guys wanna put away the food?" She asked.

"Uh, sure." Sam said, smiling at Dean as she moved to the sink and started washing dishes. Dean smiled at her as she leaned her entire body over the edge of the sink to turn on the hot water. He stepped up next week to her, opening a cabinet to get something to put the food in.

"I think you should go." She said out of the blue to Sam, pulling a large pot towards her.

"Uh, what?" He asked, glancing at Dean, who shrugged.

"College, I think you should go. And before you ask, no Dean didn't tell me. I think you'll be happy at school for a bit." She attempted to lift the now clean pot as Sam put away the food.

"Let me." Dean said lifting the pot and drying it out.

"Boys," John said leaning into the kitchen, "time to go, say good bye."

Riley hopped off her stool and wrapped her arms around Dean's waist, still only making it to his stomach, then Sam, and she practically looked like an ant.

"College, go." She whispered just loud enough for him to hear. She pulled away and walked to John and shook his hand.

Bobby and Riley watched as the impala peeled out, kicking up dust. "I wanna learn to shoot." Riley said out of the blue.

"Uhhh" He grunted

"Not right now, for my birthday." She smiled as she skipped inside. "Make it pink." She shouted.

AN: sorry this took so long to get up, I'm busy with school stuff. Please review.