Part of the Family

AN: POV Change, check for the section headers! Let me know what you think in a review! Enjoy!

Ashley didn't hesitate one second after she arrived at Bobby's to get out of that tense situation she was trapped in since Colorado. She jumped out of the car almost as soon as it stopped and walked right into the study, alerting Bobby they were here. "Hey Bobby" she said stopping to give the old man a hug around his neck "got a case for us?"

"Jeeze, what a charmer you turned out to be" Bobby joked as he released his arms from her waist "maybe up north, but not for you."

Sam, Dean, Ben, and Justin finally came in dragging the duffle bags and their feet as if they had walked the entire trip from California. "Grandpa Bobby!" Justin shouted as he grabbed for the old man's legs, quickly getting a jolt of energy once he saw the old trucker cap.

"Hey Big Guy" he replied "how you been, kiddo?"

"Good, I missed you!" Bobby nodded in agreement and put the kid down so he could say hello to the other three boys.

"Hey Bobby" Sam and Dean said at the same time as they both stepped towards him.

"Howdy boys" Bobby said slapping both on the back "you watching out for your little sister?"

"As much as we can, Bobby" Sam sighed "she's stubborn as hell."

Bobby smiled "Don't I know it. How's Ben doin'?"

"He's good" Dean answered "no bad shit, still itching to hunt too."

"There's an easy case up north, Ben could take it with Sam" he shrugged, trying to get Dean used to the idea of staying home this visit in the simplest way possible.

Ashley had wandered upstairs to the first guest bedroom while Bobby was catching up with her brothers and little Justin. Her head was still spinning from all the emotions in there, but she was interrupted by a knock on her door.

"Yeah?" she barked, expecting to hear Dean or Sam behind her.

"Uh, sorry I brought you up a beer, thought you'd want one" Ben mumbled as he turned back to the door.

"No, no Ben come back. I'm sorry I snapped, I haven't felt like myself in a long time. What's up?"

Ben turned and sat down on her bed "I feel outta place here. You four know Bobby and grew up with him. I only met him once when Dean dragged my Mom and I here for a day or so."

Ashley only smiled and held out the last half of her beer she had just chugged to the 16 year old. "Finish it off; I'll go for something a little harder down at the party. You are family. Go down, crack a few jokes, you'll fit right in."

Ben accepted the beer and the hug that accompanied it. "Thanks Ash, ready?"

"After you" she smiled as she waved the boy ahead of her. She shut the door to the guest bedroom and hopefully on all the emotions threatening to come poring out of every orifice she had.

Dean

After Ben and Ashley came down the stairs, I noticed she was happier and he was tipsy. Ben came down and sat down on the floor with his back against the couch right by mine and Sam's feet, but Ashley went straight to the kitchen and got down a bottle of whiskey and a glass.

I started to walk towards the kitchen, but stopped short when I saw her shoulders shake, "I know you're there, Dean" she sniffled "close the door, or leave."

"I'm stayin'. Do me a favor and stop acting like me- tell me what the hell is wrong" I said lower so no one else could hear me, even with the dor now closed.

"I don't know De, I feel like I broke that night in that motel room. A-and I can't put myself back together!" She finally turned around to look at me, but it looked like she got hit by a bus. Her eyes were puffy and red, her nose seemed raw and even redder than her bloodshot eyes, and water was pouring down everywhere.

"You gotta know, Killer. Think on it, tell me later on tonight" I chuckled as I poured her drink for her simply because her hands were shaking too much and she would spill more than she consumed.

"I just, I want to not be treated like a broken frame every once in a while" she whispered after downing the first drink, which she placed back on the counter for a refill.

"We don't" I started to say as a poured her second glass, but she cut me off with a hard glare.

"I got raped, not reverted back to a damn child" she spat directly into my face.

"You're right" I nodded, unfazed by the loss of personal space "but how am I supposed to tell you I saw you get rapped forty times!"

Ashley was stunned, but still looked broken and about ready to crumble. "Just spit it out next time, you've already seen me naked, dragged me in and out of showers! I can handle hearing I'm not alone in this!"

"Here, just take the bottle. Bobby's got something to tell ya anyways" I said as I grabbed the fresh glass off the counter for myself and handed the bottle over to her open hand.

Sam

We took off around noon for Minnesota in Bobby's running Explorer instead of Ashley's Mustang. Ben was still feeling the headache from half a beer on an empty stomach, but he wanted to know more about his family. "Why do Dean and Ash demand driving those old cars?"

I chuckled at how easy of a question that was to answer. "Dad" I laughed "he uh, he and Bobby were the classic car buffs. Dean got it from them, along with that damn car. Ash, on the other hand wanted to be like me and Dean. Since I took claim on messing with Dad she changed paths to be just like Dean, and then saw a black '69 Mustang rush past us one day. Instant love at first sight."

Ben laughed as he put his head against the window. "Think she'll be okay?"

"Hell yeah, Ashley's a chick. She'll bounce back in a couple days."

"You two used to be close, what happened?" That one was harder to answer, but the kid deserved to know, heck I deserved to know! "Stanford I guess. Then hogging up the bed" I smirked. "So, what did Bobby give us?"

"Uh, women being killed in bed" Ben started as he closed his eyes to the moving scenery. "It seems each victim had a kid, but no Daddy."

"Alright, good. How were they killed?"

"Marks on the neck, scratches on the arms."

This case was a weird one, but Bobby was right, it was easy. As I pulled up into the motel, I told Ben he wouldn't be left alone this time and he'd get some interrogation training, "but remember its 'bring your kid to work' day, no questions from you."

Dean

Justin was more than happy to say with Bobby while Ash and I went out for a couple beers. Ashley drove to the local dive close to Bobby's and instantly my mind started running through all the times I came here to run away from my problems. The most recent problems were when Ashley refused to eat and accused me of seeing her as a baby. I didn't stay here all night, granted, and almost got me and Sammy killed.

"You good, Space Cadet?" Ashley asked. "Yeah" I said breaking form my day dream "just remembered something. Let's go raise a little hell and have some fun in the process, whatta say?"

Two beers in and I couldn't keep the memories of every time I ever ran away out of my mind, but I kept smiling for Ash. Just like a crazy man once told me Make yourself smile because you're alive and it's your job. Ashley was still chatting about something having to do with the Mustang needing a tune up and if we should keep Justin in school and away from the life completely.

"We can take a look at the Mustang tomorrow" I muttered with a smile once she stopped rambling " and if we do keep him in school, we're gonna need a lot more cash. Wanna work the tables a bit? Don't see any regulars yet."

"Sure" she smiled as she let down her hair "guess I'm the drunken player?" I gave a quick nod and stood up with my beer in hand. "Then you'll need to splash a little on me" she winked as she stood next to my side.

"You know it" I said wrapping an arm around her a pouring my cold beer down the front of her shirt.

"But you know, I still wanna know if you're thinking he'll knock the first ball in this time" she winked and smiled up at me.

Ben

Sam and I finally came to the conclusion that the spirit we were hunting once belonged to Misty Rose Glenn, a fancy lady in a Bordello in the 1600s. Turns out she was knocked up by one of her regulars. When Misty Rose told him, she was left to raise the child on her own. "So, where are the marks from?" Sam asked.

"Uh, hung herself, then her kid found her and scratched up her arms trying to wake her." Sam nodded with a huge smile on his face. Apparently I said something right, because he pushed a cup of soda over to me before walking over to the bed closest to the door.

"See you in the morning, we gotta figure out where she's buried."

Dean and Ashley finally came back in around 4 am with $700.00 more between them. To no surprise, Bobby was still awake and pouring over an old leather book while yelling into the phone.

"What's up Bobby?" Ashley asked as she perched herself on the corner of his desk.

"Garth's hunting some shape-shifter he's sworn nobody's ever seen before, Idjit!"

"Hah, yeah he is. How was Justin?"

"Great, didn't even notice you two were gone, till he wanted Dean to sing Hey Jude to him."

Ashley was shocked to hear Dean would willingly sing to anyone, especially his old lullaby to his son. She smiled and told Bobby to go to bed before going up herself. Dean was already asleep on his side, facing the empty space she would soon occupy beside him. Ashley quickly changed out of her jeans and climbed into the open spot. Upon feeling the distribution of weight change, Dean rolled onto his back and allowed Ashley to lean her back into his side.

He dreamt of when Ashley and Sam were both five and six, sick with the flu. Dean had just turned 10 and didn't know what to do other than give them their medicine and tomato rice soup. Ashley was crying too much to eat, while little Sam was too worried about her to be hungry. Little Dean was scared, but John was out hunting something and he had to take care of his baby brother and sister.

Sam went and sat next to his sister and wrapped his lanky arms around her. The little girl's screams finally subsided and she fell asleep curled up next to Sam. Ashley Winchester was always dependent on Sam since they were so close. Once Sammy left his family for Stanford, Ashley changed. She became more of a tomboy and migrated over to Dean. She was glued to his side at every moment, other than sleep.

But now, almost 10 years after Sammy came back, Ashley has become less confident and less independent. She couldn't be away from family anymore, she would flounder without them. Dean woke up with a jolt half hour later and put an arm around his sister before going back into a deep sleep. Ashley changed him- Dean now needed his baby sister close to him at all times, and even let her in to soften him up. He was a Dad now, a man that needed to love in order to protect.