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BPoV:

» Dean.« He looked back at me. » Thank you too, both of you.« I needed him to know I was gratefull, they didn't have to save me. I was no one to them, fourty hours ago they didn't even know I existed. They could have just as easily resent me for marrying their father.

» Don't make me repeat Bobbys words.« I could see he was uncomfortable so I didn't push, I just smiled. » Why don't you go to bed, it's been a long day.«

That's an understatement of the year! » And a strange one at that. Goodnight Dean.«

I wished I said goodnight to Sam and Bobby but even the fear of appearing rude can not make me go downstairs again. I was simply too tired.

I laid Charlie down on the middle of the king size bed and laid down next to him, I've never slept in a bed this big.

I didn't even change our clothes, altough I meant to. I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

When I woke up I was confused as to where I was, it was an unknown room. Then my brain caught up – Bobbys.

A whole day has passed since Dean called John and no anwser, no call back – nothing. I'm really worried now. Is he hurt somehow? Did that thing get him?

Is it wrong to hope that he is hurt, just a little bit and he can't anwser the phone? I find that thought more soothing then the one where he just doesn't care.

A few tears escaped my eyes as I waited silently for Charlie to wake up.

Charlie and I cuddled for a bit, before we went to the bathroom and started our day.

Down at the kitchen I made him some cereal and fed it to him, he'll eat something off my plate later, I'm sure.

When Charlie finished his breakfast I put him down with some toys I brought from home and started on grown up breakfast an of course coffee.

Bobby was the first one down, his trucker hat already on. I gave him a cup of coffee as he sat down at the kitchen table.

»Good morning Bobby, breakfast will be on in a few minutes.« I greeted him.

I got a grunt for my troubles. I smiled, he really did remind me of my dad, so much it hurt.

» Everything's gonna turn out right, you'll see.« His voice suprised me while I was finishing breakfast.

I turned off the stove and set the food on the table.

» How do you know that?«

» I know John.« That was it, that was all he had to say. He calmly ate his eggs and bacon. I stared at him incredulously.

'Right, you know John, did you know he had a wife and a kid?' Yet I wisely kept my mouth shut.

» Charlie my man!« Dean exclaimed, he was in sweat pants and an old Tshirt. »Look at all the food your mommy made. Did you eat already?« He tickled his tummy.

» Chawlie eat ceweal!« he clapped his small hands together.

» You did did you, I'm gonna eat some of the yummy goodnes your mommy made.« He put Charlie back down and sat himself at the table. »Morning guys.«

Grunt from Bobby, which was expected I guess.

»Good morning Dean.« I told him and got up to get him some coffee.

»You didn't have to do that Bella, the lazy ass could get up himself.« Sam said as he too entered the kitchen.

»Language.« I admonished, not really serious. With parents like me and John he's about to hear worse any day of the week.

Soon after breakfast Dean took Sam and Charlie and they left. Where they went I don't know, but I trusted them to keep Charlie safe.

After I cleared the table and washed the dishes I asked Bobby if I could read his books, he gladly agreed.

So here we are in the living room reading books on ghosts, hellhounds, witches and everything in between. These books are amazing!

We had sandwiches I made quickly for lunch, the boys still weren't back. Wonder what they were doing, but they were obviously having fun if they were gone for this long.

They came around five, I was already making dinner. Dean came first carrying two big packages. He unlouded one in the kitchen and put the other one by the door in the hallway.

» Did you buy a high chair?« I asked. »What's in the other one?«

»Yeah, I felt bad you had to wait to eat, so I got it. And the other one is a travel crib. You can put it up in your room, so you have him in the same room but still have the bed for your self.«

I huged him, I couldn't control myself. »Thank you, Dean.«

»It's nothing.« He was such a good guy, always thinking about others but never expecting anything in return.

» What else have you done today? You havent been in the store for this long.«

»Well, we went to the store first, but we were there for longer then I thought we would be, cause there are a lot of tipes of things. A nice lady helped us choose. Then we went to lunch and now we just came from the park.«

Just then Charlie came in with Sam. »Hey, baby boy. Did you have fun with Sam and Dean?« I gave him a big hug, I missed my little bug.

» Ya! We go to pawk, they have swingies and slidies.«

» That's nice bug. What about the store?« I had to know, Charlie hated shopping.

»No, mommy! Stowe was bad.« I thought so.

Sam bursted out laughing. » He looked miserable the whole time we were there.«

»How is everything going there?« I asked Dean who was assembling the chair.

»What the hell is this thing?« he sighed. »It's like it should be in Transformers!«

»Dean it's already put together. You just need to extend it, that's all.« He bought the traveling seat, so I had no idea what the trouble was. It was like a picknik or a beach chair. But for babies.

Sam took matters in to his hands. » It has instructions, you know. You could at least look at them.« He pulled a sheet of paper out of the box.

»Instructions are for pussys.« Dean scoffed.

»Pufy.«

What the hell! »Dean! You have to watch your words! Please.« I can't believe Charlie said that.

»Little man, you can't say that. I was very wrong. I said an ugly, bad word. You won't do it again right?« Dean coached. Charlie noded.

I had a feeling that if Dean said the sky was purple, Charlie would believe him.

»Right.« I was sceptical. But went back to cooking.

»There. Ta-da!« Sam was boosting. »There Charlie, see Sammy made you a chair. So you can sit in it like the big boy you are.«

» You didn't make the chair, Sam. And anyway Dean bought it Charlie.«

»That's enough, boys. Charlie loves you both. So stop confusing him.« I crouched to Charlies level. "Your big brothers adore you, my bug. Why don't you take them both with you and go wash your hands.« Charlie grabed Sam with one hand and Dean with the other and there they went.

Dinner was an amazing affair. Almost like something you see on TV, in the movies or a Coca-Cola commercial. We talked, we joked, we laughed. It was everything I wanted as a child.

Sam volunteered him self to do the dishes, so we left him to it. He looked like a deer in headlights. I don't know if he was expecting Dean to help him or me to decline the offer. Niether happend.

Dean watched Charlie while I put together the crib.

»It's not my thing.« He said. » It probably wouldn't be safe for Charlie to sleep in if I put it up.«

I had to agree. It took me fifteen minutes to make my baby a bed.

While I felt safe in this house, I still didn't feel comfortable leaving Charlie alone in a room. So when his bedtime came we had a bath, put on PJs and I took him back to the living room with me. I laid him on the couch beside me while I read a book. He was asleep in no time.

It was getting late. Sam was upstairs having a shower before bed and Dean went to the kitchen for a midnight snack , Bobby and I were reading in the living room, Charlie sleeping between us.

There was a knock at the door at the same time Sam was coming downstairs.

Bobby reached over to the desk and opened a drawer. He pulled out a shotgun and a pistol. He nodded to me and gave me the pistol. Then started to move to the front door.

I have to say I was more scared now then I was when the demon attacked in our home. Maybe because it was spontaneous, I wasn't ready for it, what led me was pure adrenaline and the need to protect my child.

Now I know what demons are capable of, I have read about it today.

Just then a thought struck – a demon wouldn't knock.

»Where are they?« A familiar voice said.

Oh, God. John?

»Dad?« Sam asked. I was just by the doorway and I saw Bobby nod at Sam and put away his flask and shotgun, so I put the pistol Bobby gave me to an end table.

Sam and John ware huging when Dean stepped from the kitchen his mouth full a beer in his hand. He swallowed hard.

»Dad!« Then he had his arms around both Sam and John, it was beautiful to see.

They released each other, that was when John saw me.

»Belle.« He was the only one to ever call me that, I almost smiled.

But then he started to walk toward me an I rememberd how mad I am at him. He can't just come in, call me Belle and everything will be OK – NO!

I don't know what happend, but all I saw was red and then my hand was hurting and Johns lip was bleeding.

Oh, my god! I just punched my husband!