Disclaimer: The characters of Supernatural do not belong to me. The original character of Evelyn Winchester does.

A/N: The fourth fluff break. This one involves Bobby and Evy, and explains where she got the nickname Baitfish.

Chapter 12

Fluff Break #4

Bobby shut the book in front of him in frustration. No matter how hard he had been trying, he couldn't find an answer to what had been killing people a few states over. Just as he picked up the phone to call the hunter who needed the info he was looking for, a knock at his door startled him. Though it was only ten at night, so it wasn't too late, Bobby was still nervous. He hadn't been expecting anyone, and he hardly ever got social visitors. Bobby approached the door cautiously. His tense shoulders dropped in relief when he saw who it was at the door.

"You 'bout scared the crap out of me, Winchester."

"Sorry, Singer."

John Winchester stood at the door, a weary, broken smile on his face. Though he was a good four inches taller than Bobby, John knew that he didn't intimidate the older man one bit. Bobby shook his head and allowed John to come in. Behind John came fourteen year old Dean and ten year old Sam, who was holding in his arms the newest Winchester, five month old Evelyn. When Bobby closed the door, Sam was offering the baby to him.

"You wanna hold her, uncle Bobby?"

Bobby's first instinct was to decline. Though he now had experience taking care of kids with Sam and Dean, they had both been older when John first met them. Bobby had never once taken care of a baby, much less one that wasn't walking or talking yet. But, Bobby thought to himself, damn if she wasn't the cutest kid he'd seen in a long time. She was awake, wasn't crying, and was looking at him with the biggest damn puppy eyes he'd ever seen. Five months old and she already had the puppy eyes that Sam had worked on for years. So, before he could protest, Bobby found himself reaching for the baby.

"Sam, Dean, start getting ready for bed." John said.

"Yes, sir." Dean said, heading upstairs with one of the bags they had brought in from the car.

"But dad…" Sam started, but was cut off by John.

"Sam, go upstairs, get yourself ready for bed. I'll bring Evy up in a few minutes, you can put her to sleep then." John pointed up the stairs and a very disappointed Sam started up them.

"What was all that about?" Bobby asked, looking up from Evy for the first time since they'd all come inside.

John smiled. "It seems that little miss sunshine there will not fall asleep for anyone but Sammy."

Bobby laughed. "Really?"
John found a seat on Bobby's couch and ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah." John looked back to Bobby and smiled. "Every time I try or Dean tries she either screams her head off or just sits there and stares at you until Sam gets there."

"What are you laughing at?" Bobby asked as he went over to join John.

"You with a baby." John answered. "Never thought I'd see the day."

"Screw you, Winchester." Bobby said.

Bobby propped his leg up on the coffee table awkwardly and sat Evy against them. Evy watched him closely, and John grinned. Bobby had seen Evy once before, but not since she was born. Evy settled back and continued to stare at Bobby. Bobby then made a statement that would stick around forever.

"Well you ain't no bigger than a piece of fish bait, are you?"

John snorted. "Yeah, that won't stick around."

Bobby made another face at John, then turned back to Evy, who was now attempting peek-a-boo with him. That continued for a few more minutes until an impatient and protective Sam came back downstairs, now in PJs.

"She needs to go to sleep, dad."

"Sam…" a tired and impatient John started to say.

Bobby knew Sam was right, and in an attempt to defuse what could turn into a stick situation, jumped in.

"It's all right, Sam. You can come get her."

Sam smiled and made his way into the room. Before he took Evy from Bobby, Bobby picked her up and took a good long look at her one more time. Damn it, Bobby thought. Less than thirty minutes and this kid's already got me by the balls. Bobby kissed her cheek and tickled her, eliciting a belly laugh that made Bobby smile too.

"Good night, Sam. Good night, Baitfish."
Ignoring the crinkled noses on the faces of Sam and John, Bobby stood up to go into the kitchen and make himself something to eat. A thought crossed his mind, one that would never share with John. Guess you got three kids now, Singer. Shaking his head, Bobby proceeded to make himself a sandwich, wondering what he was going to do the next day with Evy when she woke up.