"Okay...now, turn slowly." Sam told Addison. She did as he said, slowly turning the Impala to the left in the large vacant lot. " 'Atta girl."

That morning, Dean had decided that since Addison was nearly thirteen, it was high time she learned to drive. He (and Sam, who thought he might be needed on this little adventure) had drove her to an old Food Lion parking lot on the edge of town.

It had started off okay.

"All right." Dean had told his daughter. "Put the car into drive."

She did.

"Now, ease slowly off the break." She removed her foot from the pedal. "Okay, push gently on the gas."

She pushed the gas pedal down and the Impala shot forward.

"Gently!" Dean screamed "Gently! GENTLY!!!"

"I can't stop!!!" Addison had screamed back. "WHAT DO I DO-O-O!!!"

Sam had nearly wet himself laughing. Dean had decided to walk to the bar down the street and get a beer while Sam taught Addison how to drive. After a few small mishaps, she got the hang out it. No way was she ready for the road (well maybe an empty back road) but she was doing good.

"Wait till I tell Drew I can drive!" She said. "All my friends will be so jealous!"

"Yeah, I bet they will." Sam said. "Listen, Bug, about this boy, Drew. Your dad has a mini stroke every time you mention him, you know that right?"

She shrugged. "I guess. I don't know why though. I mean, I'm twelve, it's not like I'm running off to get married."

"I know that, but your dad, he worries about you, and we both remember what it was like to be a teenage boy." Sam smiled sheepishly. "I think that he's afraid that Drew will be trying the things with you that he tried with girls when he was young."

"Is he not going to let me go to the dance with Drew?" She demanded. "Because that so un-!"

"No, no, no." Sam cut in. "You can go with the kid, if he ask you. Just...promise me that you'll try and go easy on your dad. It isn't easy for him, you growing up."

"Uncle Sam, he hasn't even known me for a year!" She said.

"Yeah, but you have to admit, you've grown up since then." Sam pointed out. "Like, when we met you, you weren't as interested in boys."

"Yeah." She said. "I'm tired of driving, Uncle Sam. Can we go home so I can call Amber?"

He smiled. That was her life now, boys and talking on the phone. "Yeah." he said. They switched places. "Let's go get your dad."

***

"He did not!" Addison squealed. She was talking on the phone to her best friend, Amber Arkins. "He did not! He said that! Ew! No, I don't like him, are you crazy? Oh my God. Oh my God!"

"Bug, let's take it down a notch, huh?" Sam said, looking up from the book he was reading.

She covered the mouth piece with her hand. "Hello, on the phone. No, Amber, it was my uncle. Ew! He's my uncle, that's so gross. He is not hot!"

Sam rolled his eyes as Dean came in snickering. "What's funny?"

"You. How does it feel to lusted after by thirteen year olds everywhere?"

"Shut up." Sam replied calmly. "They're always checking you, too."

Dean's eyes shone. "I know. The chicks, no matter how old or young, can't resist me."

"Daddy?" Addison had come back in. "Can Amber spend the night tonight?"

Dean glanced at Sam, who nodded. "Sure, Add, as long as her mom doesn't care."

"He said yes!" Addison squealed into the phone. "Okay, see you in a few minutes!"

She hung up the phone. "I gotta go clean my room!" She said, running up the stairs. A few seconds later, loud music poured down the stairs.

"It's a love story, baby, just say yes..."

Dean did his best to ignore the music and instead looked at the pictures on the mantel. Most of them Sam had made, taking the baby pictures Addison had of the first 12 years of her life, and pictures of Dean and photoshopping them together. The story they were telling people was that Dean was a widdower and Sam was a good uncle, helping raise his neice. So they knew they needed Dean in Addsion's baby pictures. There were some of him "holding" her as a baby, playing with her as a toddler and as a child, pictures of them at different birthdays. Sam had even added a crazy party hat on him in one of them. Dean had to admit that they looked real.

Some of the pictures, however, were real. Dean's favorite was the one that Sam had taken during Christmas. He had sat the timer on his camera to capture all three of them, the two brothers sitting on either side of the girl, she was wearing a Santa hat. Sam had had it blown up into an 8x10 and framed it. His other favorite was one he had taken of Addison and Sam. They were reading something together, neither of them had known their picture was being taken.

While Dean was looking at the pictures, the phone rang again.

"Brady Residence." Sam answered, shooting Dean a Look. Why, oh why, did he have to choose that name? Suddenly, Sam sat up a little straighter. "Ellen!" He said. "Yeah, it's me, Sam. How are you guys? Yeah, it's true Dean has a daughter. Yeah, I bet you're not!" He laughed. "Oh? Yeah, that would be great! Yeah, we'd like to see you and Jo, too. Yeah, sure. Okay, we'll be here. Bye."

"That was Ellen?" Dean asked as soon Sam hung up.

"Yeah. She and Jo are getting ready to pass through here and Bobby told them this was where we live. She was hoping they could stop in for a few days, meet Addie." Sam smiled. "It might be nice to see some familiar faces, huh?"

"You got that right." Dean said. "Did she say when they'd be here?"

"Few hours." Sam answered. "So we're going to have a house full of company, tonight, huh? Well, the Addison and Amber can sleep in my room on the air mattress tonight and Ellen and Jo can share Addie's bed."

"Amber will love that." Dean snorted.

"She's thirteen, Dean." Sam said, rolling his eyes.

"One word, dude: Mary Kay Letourneau."

"That's three words and that's disgusting." Sam told him. "So, you wanna order pizza for supper?"

"Meat lovers?" Dean's eyes lit up."

"I guess."

"Sweet."

A loud knock sounded on the door.

Dean answered. "Hey, Amber." He said.

A small, pixie of a girl, with wavy, dark brown hair and velvety, brown eyes bounced in. "Hi Dean!" She said. She saw Sam and stopped. "Er, hi Sam."

He smiled at her, feeling bad that she had a crush on him, even though he was thirteen years older than she was. "Hello Amber."

"Addie upstairs?" She asked, slinging a hot pink ADIDAS bag over her shoulder.

"Yeah, you can go up." Dean told her.

They waited a few seconds and then heard the girls shrieking in delight.

"You sure you want to deal with that all night, dude?" Dean asked.

"They're just sleeping in my room."

"Yeah, have you seen those two together? There will be no sleeping."

Sam shrugged. "At least I don't have to work tomorrow." He sighed. A night spent in the room with two giggly girls. Hoo-RAY.

Speaking of two giggly girls, they came barrelling down the stairs.

"Daddy!" Addison shouted. "Can we rent movies! Can we?"

"Calm, sugar." Dean placed one hand on each girls head. "Calm. And if Uncle Sam will take you guys to Blockbuster, then yes."

"Will you? Will you?" The girls jumped up and down, each of them grabbing one side of waist and nearly knocking him down.

"Yes!" Said Sam, laughing, trying to keep his balance. "Get your coats on!"

"YAY!" The girls jumped around some more, then put their coats on. Sam herded them to the Impala. Dean looked out the front window. Sam was sitting up front, like a chauffeur, with the two girls in the back. Addison was leaning over the seat, tuning the radio.

'Ha,' Dean thought. 'Poor schmuck, gotta listen the greatest hits of bubblegum pop all the way to the movie place.'

He enjoyed the little while of silence while he could. He liked Amber and he loved Addison, but he had never realized how much racket two young girls could make until they moved here. He remembered back to five months ago, to the quiet, withdrawn girl he had first met. Sam had been right, moving here had done her a world of good.

He went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer. Addie had been bugging him and Sam to cut back, but they hadn't yet. He sat at the table, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes. He was glad to finally have a real home, but sometimes he really missed hunting. He knew it was safer for his child like this, instead of dragging her from place to place and job to job. Seriously, though, he missed the excitment, the new people. Seeing the same people day after day was boring. He'd do anything for Addison, though, and if this was what was best for her, then he'd stick to looking up cases on the internet and sending them Bobby's way.

That was just the way it had to be.