At dinner, the three Winchester men sat in the small dining room and tried unsuccessfully to discuss the case. They were aware, however, that they were being stared at by the staff and some of the guests as well.

"You know Dad, Angelina gave us the only clue we have." Dean began; he was going to broach a sticky subject and figured doing it in public would be best.

John nodded.

Dean continued, "We do have a demon expert, we can call."

At that, John became angry, "No."

"Come on, Dad, he knows everything about everything when it comes to demons."

"No!"

Sam had been listening to this exchange and knew who Dean was talking about. He missed visiting Bobby, because when they were at Bobby's house he could pretend he was home. It was the only thing stable in his life and his dad had screwed it up. The fight between the two men was the beginning of most of the trouble between him and his dad. He chimed in, "I agree with Dean, Dad. He knows everything; he has books that are really old and rare. He could probably tell us what attacked the kids and maybe how to fix it."

"Well it can't be fixed, not entirely." John looked at his plate and muttering to himself, "I don't know what I'd do if one of you came home and told me that you'd gotten some girl…" He shook his head. "No, don't bother going on about it, we aren't going to call Bobby.

Dean looked at Sam, then at his dad, "What are you talking about? Neither Sam nor I has knocked up a girl." Unable to resist, "Have we, Sam?"

John looked up at that. "I didn't say you had. I'm just saying… it's a problem that can't be fixed easily." Then he got a look at Sam's face. "Ah hell, Sam you need to tell me something?"

Sam, whose face was a combination of horror and fear, blushed and answered, "What? No!" Then he gave his brother a kick under the table.

Dean felt guilty, but the distraction worked. His dad hadn't exactly ordered him not to call Bobby.

That night, after dinner, Dean announced that he needed to make a phone call. Sam and John just assumed it was to a girl. He left the room and went down to the lobby. He found a quiet corner and made the call.

"Yeah?"

"Bobby, its Dean Winchester. I need your help."

"It's good to hear from you, boy. How's Sam? Where's your dad?"

"Sam's fine; he and Dad are up in the room."

"He know you're callin'?"

"No"

Bobby sighed on the other end of the line. "What do ya need?"

Dean proceeded to tell the older man everything he knew about the case. He'd made a copy of his dad's notes and he read off of them sometimes.

Bobby listened intently and when Dean was done he said, "Send me the notes you have. This sounds familiar."

"I'll fax a copy right now.

"I'll get back to ya. Take care kid."

"Yeah, you too, Bobby."

They hung up and after sending the fax, Dean went into the bar for a drink or two.

Meanwhile, John had gone into his bedroom to call Lorelai.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Lorelai, it's John. Sam told us about Rory; she doin' okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine. She's asleep."

"How are you doing?"

"Well, I've been better."

"Yeah"

"John, you're a parent. What would you do if your boys lied to you with such catastrophic consequences?"

"Frankly we're together so much I don't think they have much opportunity, but I suppose I'd make them sorry for it. They do keep stuff from me, though."

"I think she's sorry since she ended up in the hospital. The doctor and Dean both tried to make me feel guilty and it worked; I do feel guilty, but I also feel hurt and angry."

"This situation is stressful enough for everyone involved without pointing fingers and assigning guilt, but I don't blame you for feeling hurt and angry."

Wanting to change the subject, Lorelai asked, "Have you found out anything yet?"

"No, we haven't, not yet. We're still looking; we haven't given up." He sighed, "Look, go to bed, or watch TV or read or whatever. Tomorrow will be better and hopefully we'll have some answers then."

"Yeah, ok. Hey, thanks for calling."

"You're welcome. I'm glad Rory is feeling better."

"Thanks. Goodnight"

"Goodnight Lorelai."

John hung up the phone, sighed and rubbed his face. Now he had to talk to Sam…

GGSPNGGSPN

The next morning, the Winchesters were having breakfast in the small dining room and again, they were attracting stares from everyone.

Dean was finding it a tad creepy, "Jeesh, why are they all staring?" he muttered.

"Probably Sam." John replied. "You know we should check out the genealogies of our families. I don't think I've ever seen two people who weren't related look so exactly alike – outside of a supernatural reason, of course."

"That bitch the other night said it was genetically impossible. Remember Sam?"

Sam just looked at him and didn't speak. He was seriously pissed at Dean for what happened last night.

Dean noticed how angry Sam was. "Look, Sam…" he began.

Just then Dean's phone buzzed. Dean looked at the number and smiling, he got up from the table and walked away. John and Sam were both used to this behavior, since Dean never talked to girls while he was with his family.

But it wasn't a girl. Dean moved over to the alcove where the restrooms were and answered the phone.

"Bobby? What the hell? Did you stay up all night?"

"Yeah; I think I know what attacked those kids" Said Bobby.

"Okay" Telling Bobby not to stay up all night doing research was futile and Dean didn't bother telling him not to do it again for him.

"I think it was an Imp."

"A what?"

"An Imp."

Impatiently, Dean demanded, "What the hell is an Imp?"

"Well, in Germanic Folklore, they're mischievous creatures; but in reality, an Imp is like an intern or apprentice."

"An intern or apprentice to what?"

"Usually an upper level demon; they're sometimes sent top-side to perform specific functions"

Dean rubbed his forehead, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Bobby sighed, "Look, no one knows how a demon is made, but they don't come out of the pit full grown. They learn the trade so to speak. Usually an Imp will come topside, perform some sort of evil and then return to Hell. After that, depending on their performance, they gain the rank of full demon. They can then take on other, more long-term, assignments topside."

"If they're demons, why did they let Rory and Dean go?"

"I don't know. It's possible they can't control a human host for long or they were told to let their victims go."

"Do they have full control over a body?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean Rory shouldn't have gotten pregnant. She told Dad that she was in the infertile days of her monthly cycle."

"Yeah, I would think they'd have complete control over the body and can cause all sorts of things to happen, even internally. Look, when you try to shoot a demon, the body doesn't bleed or die, does it? Same thing with an Imp." He continued, "It also explains their memory loss."

"What do you mean?"

"If an upper level demon went to the trouble to make a girl pregnant, he wouldn't want her to remember anything until it was too late to do anything about it."

"Jesus, Bobby, why would an upper level demon make a young girl pregnant?"

"I assume it's because he wants that baby to be born."

"Son of a Bitch!" Dean wiped his hands over his face. "Look, I gotta tell Dad what you told me."

"Have fun with that."

"Yeah, thanks Bobby. Hey, get some sleep."

Bobby ignored that, "Say hello to Sam for me."

"Will do; talk to ya later."

Dean hung up the phone and returned to the table. He was not looking forward to telling his Dad what he'd found out or how he'd found out about it. He also had another dicey subject he needed to discuss with John and decided both of those topics should be taken together.

For the next discussion with his Dad, Dean decided to wait until they got to the room. Sam had announced that he wanted to take a walk and left them in the lobby. Dean was happy about that because he wanted to have this 'discussion' with his dad in private.

When they got back to the room, Dean decided to start with something he'd had on his mind for awhile now. "Sammy needs to go somewhere and settle for a few months."

John looked up at that, slightly alarmed, "What the hell do you mean?"

Dean swallowed nervously, "I mean, I think he needs to stay with Bobby for awhile and finish high school. It's only for a couple of months."

John shook his head angrily, "No."

"It's important to him. It'll give him a chance to make some friends, maybe go to prom – if he hasn't missed it, and have an actual graduation ceremony; live a normal life for awhile."

"No, he doesn't need that." John was looking at Dean with anger.

"No, I didn't need that." Dean walked over and stood at the window. "Sam wants that more than anything." He sighed, "You know as well as I do that your problems with Sam started after your argument with Bobby; when he no longer felt he had a home."

John didn't answer.

Dean pressed on, "He needs it, Dad, and you know it. And you know he'll be safe there. Bobby knows more than anyone how to keep Sam safe, even you."

John nodded, but he couldn't bear the thought of not having his youngest son with him where he could protect him. "I'll consider it."

Dean knew that John would keep his word and hopefully Sam could go to Bobby's after they were done here.

AN: How I decided on Imp is too convoluted to go into, suffice it to say the Car had something to do with it... Meanwhile, I googled 'Imps' on Wikipedia 'The ultimate Source of all Information on the Internet' (joke) and came up with nothing like what I have here. Also, imps are never mentioned on SPN, so no cannon info exists, either. So, my Imps are an entirely made up demonic creature. Let me know what you think. Thanks, Sali.