A/N: On we go with Chapter 21. I have to say, I've been a bit excited to write this chapter. I've had some of it planned for a month now. Things are going a lot smoother now that Crowley's back. Also, due to my internship I do not have a whole lot of time to write, so please be patient. I do write a few chapters ahead just in case.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or anything else you may recognize. I also make no money off this story.

Bobby shot Chet in the chest.

"Whoo! Do it again! Come on, do it again!"

Evie walked over to Chet and punched him in the face.

Chet just shook it off and grinned.

Bobby put the gun down.

"So, you're just gonna touch me in the morning, then just walk away?"

Evie turned and shot him in the balls.

Bobby winced. "Christ, Evie."

"He's pissin' me off, Dad. Might as well get in some target practice." She continued filling him with lead.

"Damn girl," Chet shouted. "Practically getting a massage over here."

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Are you still talkin'?"

Chet laughed. "Aren't you sick of this yet?"

"Nope." Evie said shortly, taking aim again.

"You bleed. Black..." Bobby had a look of disgust. "…snot, sure, but you bleed, you can die."

"Sure, sport, whatever you say. Try the acid again, why don't you?" He chuckled. "Poor sap. You're stumped."

"Give it a rest, mouthy." Bobby didn't even glance at the Leviathan.

Evie slid her gun back into her waistband. She was bored with shooting Chet, and irritated that it had no effect.

"How long you think these'll hold once the spell wears off, hmm? Tick tock, old man. I'm gonna really enjoy eating you, right down to that hat." Chet smiled creepily.

"I said shut up," Bobby growled.

Chet continued like he hadn't heard Bobby. "Then your daughter… And then I'm gonna eat everyone you ever said hello to."

Bobby picked up a machete and cut off Chet's head. He stood there, surprised. "Hot damn. Well, that's somethin'."

Evie and Bobby went back upstairs. Bobby took some beer bottles out of a brown paper bag.

There was knock at the door. He picked up his gun, looked through the peephole, smoothed his beard and opened the door.

Evie looked around him to see Jody Mills standing there.

Bobby stared at her. "What the... What the hell are you doing here?"

Jody sighed. "You're all charm, Bobby."

"So my therapist keeps telling me. How'd you find me?"

"I'm a cop, remember?" Jody held up a plastic bag and a six-pack. "You gonna invite me in?"

Bobby looked nervous. "Well, you may not want me to. I got one of the big mouths downstairs."

Jody cocked an eyebrow. "So I won't go downstairs." She walked in and looked around.

Evie smiled. "Hey Jody."

Jody nodded at her distractedly. "Hey… Evie, right?"

Evie nodded.

Jody stood there awkwardly for a minute. "I, uh..." She put the bag and six-pack on the table. "I wanted to come thank you."

Bobby looked confused. "Thank me?"

"Well, yeah... Seeing as they were fresh out of 'thanks for saving me from liver-eating surgeon' cards at the store." Jody shrugged.

"Oh, that. Just doing my job, which nobody pays me for…" Bobby trailed off.

Jody nodded with a small smile. "Right. How you doing, Bobby?"

"I'm fine. Every day is a gift." Bobby said with false cheerfulness.

Clearly, Jody was having none of it. "Your house just burned down."

Bobby shrugged. "As you can see, I got a roof over me."

"Bobby! Let someone be nice to you for five minutes?"

Evie hid a smile. Finally someone who won't stand for Dad's bullshit.

Bobby looked uncomfortable. "Okay. But not too nice. I can't be going soft."

"'Course not. I can cook." Jody paused. "Ish. You know? Why don't you let me make you something? Maybe put this new place of yours in some kind of order. Come on. I owe you that much."

"Okay. Thanks, Sheriff."

"Jody."

Bobby headed back downstairs.

Pippi came trotting in to go outside.

Jody looked startled at the sound. "What was that."

"My dog. She's a hellhound."

"I'm not even going to ask how you got one of those."

Evie shrugged. "You may not want to know."

Jody opened her mouth, but quickly closed it.

Evie opened the door and let her run. She left the door open and sat down at the table. "So, uh, what's been happening in Sioux Falls?"

Jody looked around the kitchen. "Not much. It's been really quiet. Too quiet. Never thought I'd miss hauling Bobby in for drunk and disorderly, but there you go."

Evie nodded.

Bobby stomped back up the stairs. "His head reattached."

"Really?" Evie shook her head. "What are they, cockroaches?" Evie's phone rang. "It's Sam." She answered it and put it on speaker.

"Hey, Bobby. Anything new?"

"Well, choppin' their heads off won't kill 'em, but it'll slow 'em down pretty good. Till they fuse back up, anyhow."

"Well, that's something, I guess. I mean, assuming we can even get close to them."

"Believe me, I don't want you walking right up to 'em, either. I'm still looking for something you can shoot at 'em."

Dean spoke up. "Good times. All right, thanks, Bobby."

Jody called over to Bobby. "Hey, you take mayo, right, Bobby?

Bobby nodded.

"You got a chick over there?" Dean teased.

"What? No." Bobby sounded defensive. "Just Evie."

"Hey boys." Evie called out. She got up to make herself a BLT.

"That was definatley not Evie. Are you even working, Richard Gere?"

"Shut up, you idjit. Where are you boys off to next?"

"Uh, St. Louis. That's where we-"

"It's too late. They hit St. Louis. Pumpkin-and-Honeybunny'd a diner there."

"Connor's Diner?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"Lucky guess."

"All right, so much for that. I guess we're off to, uh... to Ankeny, Iowa. Call us if you get anything else."

"You got it."

The boys hung up.

Bobby handed the phone back to Evie.

The next morning Jody and Evie got to cleaning the house while Bobby went to the basement to work over Chet again. Evie used bleach to scrub all the counters and Jody cleared out the cabinets. Not long after they started scrubbing the floor, Jody knocked the bowl and water sloshed everywhere. Evie went to get towels. When she came back she was treated to a view of her dad kissing Jody. "Um… guys? Jeeze. Did not need to see that."

Jody pulled back gasping. "Okay, wasn't expecting that reaction."

Bobby gazed at her for a minute. "What the hell was in that bucket?"

"Um… Power Clean and water." Jody responded, looking bewildered.

Bobby nodded and rushed back down the stairs.

Jody turned to Evie. "He kissed me."

"Yeah." Evie nodded. "I noticed."

Jody sat down, looking astounded.

Evie leaned on the table. "So… is this gonna go anywhere?"

Jody bit her lip. "I'd like it to."

"Then tell him."

Before she could say anymore, Bobby came back up and turned the TV to the news.

"The Winchester crime spree has come to a violent end in Iowa, where they were gunned down."

Bobby turned off the television.

Jody put her jacket on. "That should take the heat off."

Bobby nodded. "For now. Thanks, Jody. Couldn't have done it without you."

Jody laughed. "Anytime you need me to spill something else, you give me a call."

"Actually, there is one more thing." Bobby stepped very close to Jody, who smiled at him. After a pause, he holds up a finger and picked up a cardboard box.

Jody picked up her purse.

Bobby handed the box to Jody "Don't open it. Even if it starts talking. Especially if it starts talking. When you cross over Underhill Bridge, just toss it in the drink. If you'll excuse me, I, um...I got a body to bury in cement."

Bobby kissed Jody on the cheek.

Evie mentally did a happy dance. She patted Bobby on the back. "What can I say, Daddy's got game."

Bobby rolled his eyes. "I'm not even gonna dignify that with a response."

"Too late."

I wasn't long before Crowley showed back up. Evie watched as he paced back and forth, ranting angrily. "Crowls, calm down."

"Crowley stared at her like she had lost it. "Two. Two high-profile billionaires are now monsters and neither one would make a deal with me."

Evie nodded. "Sit down and tell me about it."

Crowley sat next to her and sighed. "Dick Roman and Donald Trump. Both are Leviathans and both are influential as hell."

Evie snorted. "Trump. Go figure."

Crowley laid his head in her lap. "And both of them pretty much told me to bugger off. I even brought muffins. Who says no to muffins?"

"Muffins. That's nice. What kind?" She ran her hands through his hair.

"Baby uvula."

Evie made a face. "Ok."

"Roman called me a gold-digging whore! And Trump told me if I didn't leave he'd eat me!" He abruptly sat up. "I'm the fucking King of Hell!"

Evie nodded. "I know."

"Pompous bastards, the lot of them." Crowley snapped up a glass of Craig. He downed it and sighed. "Did you have better luck than me?"

Evie shrugged. "Well, we found out that Leviathans are burned by Borax."

He turned the glass around in his hands. "Huh. That's interesting."

"Yeah. That's about it."

He snapped up another glass, sipping at it this time. "It's certainly useful. How did you find that out?"

"Accident. Jody and I were cleaning and we spilled Borax. It went through the floor and hit the Leviathan we had captive. Dad chopped its head off and buried the body in cement."

Crowley stared at the wall pensively. "I wonder…"

A/N: Well, folks, that's all for now. I will start on the next chapter in a bit. I hope you enjoyed. Please review.