I do NOT own Supernatural or the Winchester brothers/Bobby. I do however own Violet and Daniel Winchester.
I've been feeling very inspired to write, so here is another chapter!(: Please review! Your input is very useful!


"You have our numbers, if anything happens you give us a call." Dean gave me back my phone after he added his number in it. Giving him a small smile, I grabbed it. Seeing he put his name in as 'Dean;)', I couldn't help but let my smile grow wider.

"I will, I promise." In return, Dean gave me my reserved look and walked to Bobby. Next was Sam. Letting his arms wrap around me, I did the same. Breathing in his scent, I felt his hand in my hair.

"Take care of him, okay."

"I always do," I promised, looking up to him with a smile. Leaning down, he placed a light kiss on my lips. But after he let go, I couldn't help but avert my gaze over to Dean, who quickly looked away.

"Ellen is on her way to pick Danny up; when she comes, call me so I can come get you." I nodded to Bobby as they left.

"Mommy, where am I going?" Seeing my son up and awake made my heart jump.

After Ellen picked Daniel up and promised her life she would keep him safe, I called Bobby that following morning to come pick me up. My hunting clothes were kept in the attic at my house, but they now laid across Bobby's bed while I picked out my outfit. I almost forgot about my collection of band T-shirts that my previous attire had harbored; I missed them. Picking out a simple Metallica shirt with a pair of ripped jeans, I felt at home. Looking at myself in the mirror and recognizing the once boring Violet, I also recognized the fun loving, demon hunting, badass chick I once used to be. "Never thought I'd see you like this again." Bobby came into view in the mirror. "You look good." Giving him a smile, I pulled my hair up into a messy bun and turned to face him.

"You don't think even having a kid effects the look?" I joked, making him laugh. "So what happened with the psychic?" The look on his face wasn't very promising. "That bad?"

"I'll fill you in once we're on the road." With a nod, I grabbed my bag and followed Bobby out his home and into his car. We started on the way there, but he kept quiet.

"So Bobby, you gonna let me know what's going on?" I asked, slightly turning in my seat to face him.

"Pamela's eyes got burned out." His words surprised me; what? "We created a circle and she tried to channel whatever it is that dragged Dean out, and one peek at him – her eyes just … poof. Right out of her skull."

"Does she have any idea what this thing is?"

"No clue." Sitting back into the seat, I stared out the window going through all the possible creatures that could yank Dean from the pit, and burn human eyes out from their skull with just one glance. But all the thinking just caused a headache, forcing me to stop all unnecessary thoughts; I looked to the time. Seeing that two hours had already passed, I wondered if Bobby had tried to get my attention. "So now that Dean's back, what's going to happen?" I guess Bobby noticed my movement and knew it was a good time to speak; but it wasn't a great topic.

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, Violet. I see the way you look at him, and I see the look he gives in return. It's obvious you two still love each other."

"And then there's Sam who, in my most time of need, has been there for me, as well as my son. He's even sacrificed the hunting business and got into policing to provide for Danny and me."

"Do you really think Dean wouldn't have done all that for you if he didn't go to hell?" Everything stopped. Every emotion and thought simply stopped. I hadn't exactly thought about that all these he was gone; I merely just thought of him.

"Yes Bobby, he would have," I answered finally, looking down to my hands. "It doesn't really matter though, Daniel believes Sam is his father and he's been there since the beginning; I can't just screw everything up." He nodded, understanding my dilemma.

"But if you have to chose, which would it be?" Looking back to Bobby, I shrugged.

"I don't know."

The rest of the car ride was filled with nonsense conversations and jokes; anything for the awkward subject of Dean and Sam to not come up again. And when we finally arrived, the Impala was no where to be found. "Did they leave?" I asked, getting out of Bobby's car. Shrugging, Bobby led the way to the right room. Something didn't feel right, but I ignored it as Bobby opened the door. The sight in front of us was enough to freak anyone out, but that feeling quadrupled when seeing Dean on the floor, his hands covering his ears. At the sight of blood, I ran over to Dean, helping him to his feet, and getting him out of the room. "What the hell happened?" Taking off my shirt, a cami underneath, I used it to wipe the blood from his face.

"I don't know. I woke up to the TV turning on, and then I heard this high-pitched noise."

"Might be why all the mirrors are shattered," Bobby said, coming out from the room.

"You didn't see anything or anyone?" I asked, still wiping the blood. Shaking his head, Dean kept his eyes on me as I tried my hardest to get all of the red liquid.

"Where's Sam?" Bobby asked.

"Woke up and he wasn't there." Finishing up, I looked to Dean, meeting his gaze. His eyes mesmerized me, like they always did.

"All done," I said softly, not moving from where I was.

"Thank you." Regaining composure, I nodded and turned to look at Bobby.

"Do you have any idea where he went?" he asked. Shaking my head, I couldn't recall any time Sam had just up and left without tell me.

"Let's go." Dean moved to Bobby's car, entering the passenger side. Bobby and I exchanged glances before following Dean. As I climbed to the back, I could feel Dean helping me; his touch made goose bumps shoot up my spine.

"Where are we going?" I asked, getting comfortable.

"You'll see – Bobby just drive." Before he turned on the ignition, Bobby looked back to me through the rearview mirror. Looking out the window, I watched as the motel grew smaller and smaller.

"How you doing kid?" Bobby asked about ten minutes into the ride.

"Aside from hearing church bells ringing in my head? Peachy." Letting out a soft sigh, I kept my gaze out the window. It felt so strange to be sitting in the backseat of a car again, especially with both Dean and Bobby sitting in the front; memories of the past crept in my mind. It felt as if it was yesterday when Sam, Dean, and I were all singing to Bon Jovi's Wanted Dead or Alive, all of us just singing along while we drove through the night. Or that one time when we drove and constantly pulled pranks on one another. With all the memories flying through my brain, it only made me realize Sam was still M.I.A.

"Maybe you should call him and let him know what's going on." I suggested, seeing Dean had already pulled out his phone. It made me grin knowing Dean had basically read my mind and knew exactly who I was talking about. I could hear the dial tone from his phone as he typed the number and waited 'til Sam answered. And when I did hear Sam on the other line, I let out a soft sigh, thankful he wasn't hurt.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked irritation in his voice.

"Couldn't sleep, went to grab a burger."

"In my car?"

"Force of habit, sorry. What are you doing?"

"Well Bobby's back with Violet; we were going to grab a beer." Bobby and I looked to Dean, confused. But before any of us could question him, he held his hand up.

"Alright, well spill some for me."

"Done, catch ya later." Dean closed his phone and looked to Bobby. Whatever they were talking about drowned out in my thoughts as I questioned why Sam hadn't asked to speak to me, or even asked about Daniel. "Summoning this thing," was the only sentence that had stuck in my brain, causing me to back track. "It's time we faced it head on."

"You can't be serious," I said, moving closer to the boys.

"As a heart attack, its high noon, baby."

"But we don't know what it is. It could be a demon; it could be anything." This time it was Bobby's turn to convince him otherwise. But even his words didn't help.

"That's why we've got to be ready for anything," Dean responded as he took out Ruby's knife. "We've got the big-time magic knife; you've got an arsenal in the trunk."

"This is a bad idea."

"I couldn't agree more but what other choice do we have?"

"We could choose life?"

"Bobby, whatever this is, whatever it wants, it's after me. That much we know, right? I've got no place to hide so I can either get caught with my pants down again, or we make our stand."

"We can use Sam for this," I said, barging into their conversation.

"Nah, he's better off wherever he is."

"Dean, I understand where you're coming from, I really do, but this is a kamikaze mission. And you seem to forget about the one slight difference from when you were last alive."

"And what might that be?"

"My child." The look on Dean's face became very serious – how could he have forgotten?

"Right." Dean turned his back toward me, taking in deep breaths. The rest of the car ride was silent, besides Van Helen playing from the radio. The tension in the car was so thick, I had to roll down my window just to breathe correctly. My mind kept zooming back and forth between the brothers; how it pissed me off that Sam didn't ask about me on the phone and the fact that he up and left without a word. And how it hurt me to feel the pain radiating off Dean after being reminded about Daniel. Oh, how I missed the little stinker; this was the longest I've been away from my little man. At this moment he was probably laying in bed in his Cars pajamas, reading one of the books he brought along; making Ellen listen him read. I wanted to call him, but I told Ellen I'd call in the morning to surprise him when he wakes up. Because my mind was so preoccupied, I didn't notice the car stopping at our destination. "Violet." Snapping back to reality, I looked to Dean who was offering his hand to help me out. Kindly taking it, I thanked him before brushing myself off. "You go ahead Bobby, we'll be right in." A bit confused, I looked back up to Dean, a raised brow.

"What's wrong?" I asked, stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"Violet, it's no secret I still love you, you know that right?" Because a lump got caught in my throat, I simply nodded. "And because I always imagined for us to start a family, hearing about Daniel still and probably always will, drive me insane. But I will make you the same promise now that I have always made you in the past; I will make sure you come out of this alive and unharmed." Taking in a deep breath, I swallowed back the tears ready to fall; gosh I became so soft after having Daniel.

"Thank you Dean," I responded. I knew it wasn't exactly appropriate, but I still took a step closer and wrapped my arms around his neck, tightly hugging him. I could feel I caught him off guard since he froze up, but he quickly relaxed and returned the hug.

"Let's go help Bobby." Pulling away, I followed him inside, my stomach doing jumping jacks; he still had the same effect on me as he did five years ago.