A couple of nights later, Bobby set fried chicken on the table and yelled for the kids to come downstairs.
"Boys, your Dad called, he'll be here to pick you up tomorrow."
Dean and Sam nodded around their food.
Bobby glanced at his daughter, watching her gaze off into the distance.
"Did he kill the thing?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, he did." Bobby answered. "Called me from the Motel after he cleaned it up."
"Can we watch a movie after dinner?" Brianna asked.
"School tomorrow."
"But it's Sam and Dean's last night here!" She whined.
Dean looked down at his food to avoid amusement.
Bobby sighed. "One movie, a short one. Bed by 1030!"
Brianna nodded solemnly, "Yes, Sir."
A few hours later, Bobby finally closed an ancient book to the sound of cartoon credits.
Going into the living room, he found all three children fast asleep in the light of the tv.
He smiled down at the three of them. Shutting off the television, he walked up the stairs to his own room.
