A/N: Hi! I hope I haven't disappointed y'all with the last chapter! Things had to get movin' ya know? Was it too quick at all? Please tell me! I'd really love to get any sort of feedback!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. Never have, never will. *sigh* Oh, and- umh… The Sammy Song is not mine. Lol. It belongs to the YouTube account hellspearx17 and it's not mine. Go watch it! Her videos are fuuuunay! Lol. (I changed some of the lyrics 'cause if Vixen was singing about a "sexy Sammy" I think this'd be a totally different kinda fic than I want it to be.)

Warnings: I don't think there's anything too serious. I mean, other than having the swear words that the Winchester's & Co. spit out on a regular basis.


"So, stop at mount doom?" Dean smirked, holding up War's ring. It glistened in the sunlight, and for a second- if he pretended- Dean could imagine that this was a high school ring they'd found on the side of the road. Sam didn't answer for a while.

Finally, he got a small, "Dean-"

"Sam, let's not."

"No," Sam insisted, "This is important. I know you don't trust me." Sam licked his lower lip, "And, I just realized something. I don't trust me either." Dean glanced up at his little brother with a slight frown on his face.

"From the minute I saw that blood, only thought in my head...and I tell myself it's for the right reasons, my intentions are good, and it, it feels true, you know? But I think, underneath...I just miss the feeling. I know how messed up that sounds, which means I know how messed up I am."

"Thing is, the problem's not the demon blood, not really. I mean, I, what I did, I can't blame the blood or Ruby or...anything. The problem's me. How far I'll go. It's something that means...it scares the hell out of me, Dean. In the last couple of days, I caught another glimpse..."

"So what are you saying?" Dean asked, wondering where the hell this conversation was going.

"I'm saying I'm in no shape to be hunting. Maybe it's just best that I get Vixen and go our separate ways." Sam could see Dean tense at the mention of Vixen. He found out from War that Vixen wasn't human, that she was part demon. Dean punched the shit out of War before they cut off his finger.

"Well, I think you're right." Dean agreed, bobbing his head a little.

"I was… kinda expecting a fight." Sam admitted, blinking at his older brother. What was going on in that Winchester mind of his?

Dean sighed heavily, "The truth is I spend more time worrying about you than about doing the job right. And I just, I can't afford that, you know? Not now." Sam just nodded and stood. He somehow managed to remove his long legs from the small picnic table and shouldered his bag from the Impala after refusing to take her.

"Take care of yourself, Dean." Sam insisted. He didn't ever want this to happen but it did and now he had to deal with it. He just walked numbly over to the camper truck and conned his way into a ride to Bobby's so he could pick up Vixen.


Vixen sat at the table the next day with a small grin on her face. She was mixing mustard and catsup together, "Yook Gampa! Pretty!" She exclaimed, pointing wildly to her edible painting. Bobby wheeled himself over to her and grinned.

"That's a mighty fine painting there, Vixen. What'd ya gonna do with it?" Vixen simply shrugged and dipped her chicken nugget into it.

"That." She giggled, grinning up at her grandfather. She had no idea that Bobby wasn't blood related family and he had no intention of disillusioning her on that fact. Ever. Bobby heard the unfamiliar rumble of a Ford track over his gravel driveway. He eyebrows drew together when he saw Sam get out of the old Ford and walk up to the house.

Vixen saw him too and was attached to his legs the second he was inside the house, "Daddy!" She shouted, nuzzling her face in his legs. Sam plucked her up easily and hugged her. Evidently he got Bobby's message. That's one good thing anyways.

"Daddy, where's Uncle Dee?" That got a grunt of agreement from Bobby.

"Well, Vixen, Dean had and I are taking a little break from each other. So, how about we go pack your toys and stuff so we can get on the road?" Vixen nodded, squeaking excitedly as she made a mad dash for the stairs. Sam waved her on and said he'd be up in a minute.

Sam quickly explained everything that had happened during the hunt, including the part where Dean and he had the not-a-fight-fight and decided to separate for a while. Bobby inquire as to how long a while was and Sam said he didn't know.

Instead of answering more questions Sam went to go help Vixen pack her things. Soon enough they were piling themselves into one of the old clunkers Bobby had lying around. It was an odd green color but Vixen loved it and Bobby gave it to them for free so Sam didn't mind.


The two of them found a small motel that didn't ask any questions and would let them stay for as long as they needed as long as they paid on time. Sam quickly found a job at a family restaurant that allowed him to bring in Vixen if he really needed to. Then Vixen had a growth spurt and Sam couldn't let them stay in that town any longer without questions getting asked. So he faked a family emergency and quick so they could move on.

Sam got a job at a bar in a different town that was practically the exact same as the last one. No joke. It had everything the last place did. Nosy old people, teens that wanted to get out of the town, parents that were just trying to get by, all of it.

Sam washed the bar and kept an eye on Vixen at the same time. She was sitting at the table with a coloring book, some blank paper, and colored pencils. She never had any patience for color crayons. She said they weren't right and that they didn't work for what she wanted. Turned out that Vixen was an amazing artist.

She swung her legs and sang a song to herself. Sam walked over to her to listen.

"Here's a Sammy
There's a Sammy
And a little baby Sammy
Daddy Sammy
Silly Sammy, Sammy, Sammy, Dean."

"Is it very late now?
Is John oh so old?
Is it made of iron?
Werewolf, Hookman, Cold
I dislike the evil nurse
Jo will kick your ass
I think you should get some sleep
Your eyes are at half mast."

"Did you ever see a Sammy
Kiss a Sammy
Hug a Sammy
Sammy, Sammy, Bobby
Sammy, Ellen, Sammy, Dean?

"Sleepy Sammy
Crazy Sammy
Not a Sammy, Granny, Sammy
Sammy in a car
I saw a Sammy, Sammy, Dean."

"I was once a vampire
I lived down the hall
But I never saw the way...
Be wary of the dolls
I was only three years dead
But I'm not too mean
Time for me to go to bed
And have dreams of Dean."

"Where on earth did you hear that?" Sam asked, bewildered. Vixen just grinned up at him and leaned towards him.

"I made it up." She explained, wrapping her arms around Sam's neck and nuzzling her face into the hot skin. She felt his pulse and let her heart adjust itself to match the tempo of her father. Sam had mostly gotten used to her powers and quirks.

The fact that she did exactly as she was told was helpful but it made him worry sometimes. He thought over the day he met Samhain and the day that Vixen was conceived. Sam had used his powers to exorcize the demon but what he didn't know was that Ruby had been there, chanting her own spell, transferring the essence of the two men (Sam and Samhain) into a virgin that had agreed to the birthing of Vixen.

Sam still loved Vixen, even though he knew all of that about her, he just worried that she would get caught up in this terrible life of fighting the evil part of her for control. He hoped she just stayed sweet and innocent for the rest of her life. That must have been the father side of him talking- wishing for his daughter to stay innocent. But… Sam knew there was going to be a moment where everything changed. It was a serious concern of his and he dreaded That Moment.


Lindsey walked by and chuckled at Sam holding Vixen. It was after closing and the poor girl was falling asleep in his arms. She had no idea how he managed to hold her. Vixen was at least nine years old now. The sweetest, most obedient nine year old Lindsey had ever seen but it was weird how old she seemed.

Seriously, it was like talking to a really short twenty year old whenever Lindsey had a conversation with Vixen. The last time she'd asked the little girl if she wanted something to drink Vixen smiled softly and said, "I'm okay, thank you though. I'd really appreciate it if you turned the music up."

Lindsey walked away a bit awed at Sam's parenting. It was amazing how polite that girl was.


Have I told y'all how much I love you?
I do.
This is not me flattering you 'cause I've posted a bland filler chapter.
This is me...
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I wrote how Vixen was made.
Happy now?
Lol.