Dean took his time to deal with the loss of Lisa and Ben, but he didn't do it alone. Although Lisa and Ben only remembered him as the guy who crashed into their car, Dean would always remember the year he spent with them. Baileigh made sure she was available to comfort him when he needed it, whether that meant lending him an ear, or taking him out for target practice, which meant she was around Singer's Salvage almost as much as she had been before he sent her away. But when Bobby's house was burned down they had nowhere to meet up anymore and the frequent visits stopped. Baileigh still lived in Chicago, while Bobby, Sam and Dean were living out of motel rooms or an old cabin in the woods. She and Dean still talked over the phone on occasion, but didn't see much of each other for a while.

Lisa and Ben don't remember Dean.

Castiel was gone.

Baileigh was in Chicago.

And then Bobby died.

The Winchesters spent two weeks in near silence after Bobby died. Dean spoke only twice during that time; first, when he called Baileigh with the bad news and second, when he called out for Bobby as he woke from a nightmare.

Whitefish, Montana- December 2011 **After S7E10 Death's Door**

"Hello?" Baileigh said answering her phone. The phone line stayed quiet. "Dean?" She knew it was him from the caller ID.

"Lee..." Dean croaked. His voice was hoarse and unused- he'd been dreading making this phone call for days. "Bobby's gone." He heard Baileigh gasp on the other end of the line. "So, you're not going to hear from me for a while."

On her end, Baileigh nodded and realized he couldn't see her. "Okay," she said holding back tears. John's voice echoed in her mind, as if he were in the room with her, telling Baileigh to be brave. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

Click.

It took months before Dean called Baileigh again. He found it hard enough trying to get over Lisa and Ben, but getting over them, and the loss of Castiel and Bobby was too much. Dealing with all of that, at the same time as Leviathans copied the Winchester's faces- putting them on the 'Most Wanted' lists- while Sam continued to drop marbles like breadcrumbs.

Chicago, Illinois- April 2012 **After S7E20 The Girl with the Dungeons and Dragons Tattoo**

The next time Dean saw Baileigh, he drove up to her house in Chicago, parked the Impala in the driveway beside her Chevelle and ran up to the front door. It was the middle of the night, no lights were on inside. He beat on the front door with both fists shouting for her to open up.

The door was answered by an angry looking Baileigh, in her pyjamas, holding a baseball bat. She looked very surprised to see him.

"Dean?" she asked putting down the bat and wiping sleep from his eyes. "What the hell's your problem? I was ready to kick your ass!"

"It's my friend. You gotta' help her," he said leading Baileigh back to the car.

She followed him in bare feet down the driveway and peeked through the back seat window of the Impala. "Charlie?" she exclaimed. She glared at Dean in disapproval. He took a weary step back.

Lying in the backseat Charlie looked up groggy. Her vision was blurring from the pain in her arm. She recognized Baileigh's face in the window and said in surprise, "Baileigh? What are you doing here?"

"You two know each other?" Dean and Sam asked in unison.

Baileigh nodded and ushered them into the house. "Get her inside so I can take a look."

Sam carried Charlie inside followed by Dean who closed Baileigh's front door gently behind him. Sam carefully lowered Charlie to the couch where Baileigh quickly diagnosed the situation. Charlie was holding her arm tight, her shoulder was dangling uncomfortably from its socket, obviously dislocated. She asked a series of questions as she checked for any other less visible issues, "What happened? Did you hit your head at any point?" Baileigh tested Charlie's pupillary response to light and listed as Charlie answered all of her questions- she was alert, aware and had no sign of concussion- the dislocated shoulder was the worst of her injuries.

"You're shoulder is dislocated, and it's going to hurt, a lot, when I put it back in its socket." Baileigh explained. Charlie nodded. Behind her, the Winchesters grimaced. "On the count of three alright?" Baileigh counted slowly, but before she got to three Baileigh had already snapped the shouolder back into place. She apologized for the surprise when Charlie cried out in pain, "Sorry. I figured it would hurt less if you weren't expecting it."

Charlie made a face. "Then it really would have hurt on three."

Which Charlie's arm back in position Baileigh turned on the boys trying to to sound as angry as she was. "Are you two alright?" As they nodded she noticed all the cuts that covered their hands and forearms. She nodded disbelieving, "sure you are. I'll get some antiseptic and clean those up. Dean, come with me." Dean swallowed a nervous lump in the throat. "Sam, there's beer in the fridge, help yourself. And Charlie," she said sweetly, "sit tight. I'll be back before you can say 'Accio Painkillers'."

"Lee," Dean started, but Baileigh cut him off.

"You remember where the extra blanket are?" she asked. Dean nodded, she pointed anyway. "Bottom shelf. Extra pillows are in the hutch in the living room. Charlie can have my room. You and Sam can take the couches."

"We're not staying," Dean refused.

Baileigh spun, hands on her hips, and snapped, "then tell Sam to put the beer back in the fridge and get out of my house." Dean didn't know how to reply. "Charlie can't go anywhere right now. So, either you leave Charlie, or you can all get some rest and a home cooked breakfast in the morning. Now, take the extra blankets downstairs. I'll be down in a minute."

Dean exhaled heavily but did as he was told.

A small squeak of a groan pulled Baileigh into the second bedroom. Inside the lavender coloured room Sarah was awake and rubbing her eyes. "If you promise to go back to sleep you can go say hi to our guests, k?" Sarah made her way downstairs as Baileigh gathered a sling, cotton balls, tweasers, antiseptic and painkillers from the bathroom. She heard Sarah's delighted voice when she recognized everyone in the living room. Sarah was scooped up in Dean's arms, looking at Charlie with concern when Baileigh rejoined the group.

"What happened?" Sarah asked.

"Charlie was a hero today." Dean replied proudly. "She saved both my life, and Sam's."

"But even heroes get hurt," said Baileigh passing a cup of water and a couple painkillers to Charlie. As Charlie took a swig of the water Baileigh finished fastening the sling over her shoulder supporting her injured arm. "You have my room." She explained to the yawning red head. "I'm staying with Sarah tonight."

"No, no. It's fine, I'll just..." Charlie tried to refuse.

"Charlie, I'm telling, not asking."

"Yes Master Chief." Charlie saluted with her uninjured hand. She regarded everyone in the room, "Can I go up now? It's been a very long day."

" 'Course." They all replied.

As Charlie ascended the stairs toward the master bedroom, Baileigh turned to Sarah, still in Dean's arms. "Alright young lady, back to bed." Sarah frowned and tightened her grip around Dean's shoulders.

"Don't worry kiddo. We'll still be here in the morning," Dean said encouragingly. Sarah gave him a tight hug and a goodnight kiss on the cheek before running over to Sam and hugging him too.

Sarah's footsteps faded upstairs before Baileigh held a hand out for a beer. Sam opened a bottle and passed it over. She took a sip and said, "Please tell me I don't have to start worrying about her too." The Winchesters shared a guilty glance. "Dammit." Baileigh burried her face in a pillow. Her shoulders slouched forward but she wasn't shaking.

"Lee?" Dean took a seat next to her. "You okay?"

Baileigh nodded into the pillow. "I just..." She looked up and forced a small smile. "She's my best friend here. And now I'm going to lose her."

"She's fine Baileigh." Sam's soft, reassuring voice added, "she's just a little banged up."

"I know she's fine, but she's going to move way now, and I'll have to find a new friend."

"Why would you say that?"

Baileigh raised an eyebrow challenging Sam. "I know my best friend, she'll be running the first chance she gets."

When the conversation died Sam excused himself and went to the bathroom leaving Baileigh and Dean alone in the living room.

"I haven't heard from you i na while. How are you?"

"Tired," said Dean. "You?"

"Honestly. my heart's beating so fast I can't remember." Baileigh smiled. "It's really good to see you." She leaned on his shoulder and closed her eyes- she was exhausted too.

"You have no idea," Dean said softly kissing the top of her head. Baileigh shivered slightly, her eyes still closed, and didn't notice as the light flickered and Bobby's ghost appeared in front of the couch. Bobby grabbed a blanket from the pile Dean had brought down and draped it over her. Baileigh snuggled into Dean's side comfortably. Dean smiled, silently thanking him. Bobby crossed his arms happily.

Sam returned to see Dean and Baileigh snuggled on one of the couches, with Bobby standing in front of them proudly. Sam watched Bobby fllciker out of sight as he whispered to Dean, "Never leave her again ya' idjit."