Summary: It's been fourteen years since Charissa Singer last saw her father, because she got pregnant at 16, and ran away with her boyfriend. Now with her sons Dee and Sammy in toe, what happens when she turns up on his doorstep, with a hell of a lot of baggage.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. If i did, I would be married to Dean by now.

Final chappy - Come with me.

"Jo!" Charissa yelled, happily, and Jo waved at her. The two rushed to each other, and instead of hugging her, Charissa punched her hard in the arm. Jo just grinned and punched her back. Then they hugged. While they were hugging, Jo grabbed a hunk of Charissa's hair and pulled it. Charissa wrapped her arm around Jo's neck and put her in a headlock.

"Let go!" Jo yelled, pulling on Charissa's hair.

"You let go!" Charissa yelled back, tightening her hold.

"No! You first!" Tug.

"You first!" Choke.

"No YOU!" Yank.

"No YOU!" Splutter.

"Both of you let each other go now!" Bobby's voice boomed, and the two twenty-nine year old looked at each other, before quickly letting each other free. Jo gasped for air, and Charissa rubbed the back of her head.

"Your such a slut," Jo snarled, playfully, and Charissa smirked.

"Beats being a bimbo," she stated, and Jo grinned. They grinned at each other, when Jo noticed the bags that Charissa held in her hands. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she looked at Charissa, confused. Charissa looked down at the bags, before pushing past her, and dumping them in her car boot. Jo spun her to face her.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" she asked, and Charissa gave her a look that said, 'if you already know the answer, why are you asking?'. Jo looked at her angrily, before Charissa slammed the boot shut.

"Butt out of it, Jo. There is no reason for you to get involved. If I want to leave, then I will," Charissa stated, and Bobby looked at her, surprised.

"You're leaving?" he asked, and Charissa cast him a glance, before glaring at Jo. Nodding, she brushed past him and into the house, heading straight into the kitchen. Bobby, Jo, and now Dean were following her.

"Where you going to tell us, or were you just going to leave?" Dean asked, furious, and she gave him a cold look.

"I was going to say goodbye, but after speaking to Sam, I think I won't bother," Charissa hissed, and Dee looked at his mother from the living room doorway into the kitchen. His brow knitted together in confusion, and his lips pursed. Charissa looked at him. "Go and get in the car, Dee," she ordered, and he refused to move. Charissa's expression hardened. "Go and get in the car, Dean Singer," she repeated, her tone sending chill's up everyone spine. Dee nodded, refusing to disobey orders, and left the house. Sammy looked at his mother.

"But mom! I don't want to leave! Can't we just stay for once?" he protested, and Charissa gave him a look that would melt an iceberg, and freeze the sun at the same time.

"Samuel, go and wait with your brother. I will be right out," she commanded, and Dean thought she sounded creepily like his father. Sammy stood defiant, and Charissa walked over to him. "Go and wait in the car."

They made eye contact, before Sammy relented, and left, kicking a stack of books over on his way out. Charissa turned to face the members of her family, her arms crossed over her chest. They all looked at her with a mix of emotions. Bobby sighed, and walked over to his daughter. He hugged her, and she relaxed, hugging him back. "You stay safe, you hear me? Look after those boys. They are good kids."

Charissa nodded and he took off his hat, scratching his head, before putting it back on and looking at her. "I promise I will visit again soon, Bo," she stated, and he nodded, before kissing her on the cheek, and leaving the room. Jo looked at her.

"I am so going to shoot you one of these days," Jo joked, and Charissa grinned, hugging her old friend. "Enemies until the end?" Jo asked, and Charissa clasped Jo's hand in hers squeezing it.

"Enemies until the end," Charissa smirked, and Jo smirked back at her, before pulling her into a tight hug. They stayed like that for a small moment, before Charissa pulled back, her eyes tearing up. "I'm going to miss you, Harvelle."

"Please, you say that every time we say goodbye, and then four monts later, you turn up on my doorstep demanding I let you stay with me. Now, since you are stealing the only two men in my life away, I am going to say goodbye to them," Jo said, winking at her. Charissa nodded, and Jo gave her a quick hug. "Be nice to him." she whispered, and Charissa chuckled, as she left. She looked at Dean, who was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and glaring at the floor.

"Dean..." she called out to him, her tone soft, and he ignored her. "Dean..." she said more strongly, and he looked at her. She sashayed over to him, and placed a hand on his cheek. She ran her thumb over his lips. He moved his face, shaking her hand of his face. "Dean, I am sorry, but I can't be in the same house as her. It's killing me not to kill her. Surely you understand that?"

Dean looked at her, but nodded. "I am just going to miss the kids," he told her, and she smiled shyly.

"You really love them, don't you?" Charissa asked, and Dean nodded.

"They are brilliant kids,"he said, and she grinned, before kissing him. He kissed her back, forcefully and passionatly. His hands snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against him, pressing her every curve against him. Her hands slid up and around his neck, playing with the hair on the back of his neck. She giggled into his mouth, as his tongue entered her mouth. Their tongues dancing with each other, swirling around, tasting every crevice and smoot landing in the others mouth. He thrust her up against the wall, running his hands down her back, over her bum, cupping it and squeezing it, before caressing her thighs. His lips broke from her neck, and trailed kisses down her neck. She groaned with pleasure, her body shuddering against his touch, and her face flushing.

"Dean..." she moaned, and he sighed, resting his head in the crook of her neck. She sighed, and leaned into him, before pushing him back so her feet were actually touching the floor. "I have to go," she told him, and she tried to unmuss her air, and straighten out her clothes. Her lips were swollen, and her cheeks were bright red. She started to leave, but then spun back to him. "Come with us."

He looked at her. "What?"

"Come with us. Please," she asked again, and he looked at her incredulous. Her eyes pleaded with him, and he wanted to give in so badly, and go.

"What about Sam?" he asked, and she rolled her eyes.

"I'm not asing Sam, I am asking you. Come with me," she almost begged him. After a minute or two, she heard the honking of the Beau's horn. She looked out of the room, before looking at Dean. "I have to go." she whispered, before she ran from the room, her eyes tearing up. Dean stood for a few moments before he made his descicion.

Charissa walked out of the house, and brushing past Ruby. She stopped and turned to face her. "Hey, Ruby!" she yelled, and Ruby looked at her, confused. "If I were you, I would watch your back. Because I won't tell you when I am going to stab you in it."

Ruby's eyes widened, and Charissa smirked at her, before getting into the car, where Dee and Sammy were sitting, moodily. She rolled her eyes. "Boys, cheer up. After this hunt, we'll come back for a visit, okay?" she asked, and they looked at her. Slowly Dee grinned, and nodded. Sammy frowned until Dee gave him a look, and he nodded. "Good. Now, we're going to Lawrence, Kansas."

"Wait!" Dean yelled, and Charissa looked out the car window. Dean ran over to the car, and swung the door open, before pulling her from the seat. He kissed her on the mouth. After putting her back on the ground, he grinned at her. "I'm coming with you."

"Really?" Sammy asked, poking his head out the back seat window. Dean nodded.

"Course I am. I wouldn't leave you guys. Not now, not ever. Someone has to keep you out of trouble," Dean joked, and Charissa playfully hit him, before looking at him concerned.

"Wait... who'se car are we taking?" she asked, and Dean shrugged.

"We could take both, I mean, Dee's goign to need someting to drive in two years, isn't he?" Dean stated, and Dee grinned approvingly. Charissa looked at him.

"So... we're doing this? I mean, we're really doing this?" she asked, and he nodded.

"Yep, we're really doing this. And, if I have my way, that's not all we'll be doing," Dean smirked at her, and Charissa blushed, before pushing him towards the Impala. She got into the Beau, and turned to him. He smirked at her.

"Just get in the Impala, Winchester!" she yelled, and Dean whistled, before getting into the Impala. Bobby grinned, as he watched the man he looked at as a son, and his actual daughter, leaving the singer Salvage Yard before wolf whistling.

"I bet they get married," Jo stated, looking at him, and he shrugged.

"You're on, Harvelle," he bet, and they shook hands. "So... how's your mother doing?"