A/N: Well, this chapter is a wee bit shorter than the rest but I just loved the fluffy spot at the end. So go forth my pets and read... Mwahahahaha read... Anyway, R&R.

Chapter 5

"Girls, while you were gone a man called for you." Mr. Morton was hiding behind yesterday's paper on the couch in the den.

"What man?" Athena asked trying to push John back out. Mrs. Morton didn't like the dog in the house.

"I don't know he wouldn't say. I took a message down word for word. It's by the phone." Autumn grabbed the tablet of paper with the message scribbled on it and headed toward the kitchen, quickly followed by her sister and the Winchesters.

"Girls, I didn't want to call your cell, you never get reception there. The semi tried to fight us. Damn it. Everyone made it out fine. Dean was in rough shape for a bit there but you know my boys. They don't stay down. He chuckled I wondered if we had eggs. If things are slow call Jen she said she had a few cases laying around. I might have something for you in a few weeks. Don't call me, I'll call you. DJW" she read.

"DJW?" Sam asked sitting down at the kitchen table.

"Daddy John Winchester." Athena said as if this was a well known fact.

"You called him and he called you back?" Dean rummaged through the fridge looking for the leftover turkey.

"He usually does. It might take him a while but he calls." Autumn ripped of the page and took the tablet back to the phone.

"That isn't right. I was dying and he didn't even return our call but you guys call and say what?"

"Happy Thanksgiving and asked how things were going." Athena didn't miss a beat.

"Happy Thanksgiving and he calls back the next day?" Autumn shrugged.

"Dean, he loses less if we get caught than if you do. He's just… I don't know, being John. What are you doing in there?" Dean pulled away from the refrigerator and glared at Autumn.

"Looking for the turkey, but there seems to be a color coding system or something." Autumn rolled her eyes and bumped Dean out of the way. It took her two seconds to locate the turkey.

"Hello Hello Hello." A short round man dressed in solid black except a his white collar pushed through the door way his arms held open. Both the Daemon girls ran to him embracing him. "That's my girls." he gave them a squeeze before releasing them.

"Father Bill, what are you doing here?" the man smiled at Athena.

"Betty Sue and I were talking last week and she said you'd be here. I just wanted to check on my little demons."

"You know that wasn't cute when we were little and it really isn't cute now." Autumn said wagging a finger at the man. "Sit down we were just getting ready to make lunch. You're favorite too, turkey sandwiches."

"I don't mind if I do." He took in the room his eyes landing on Sam and Dean who were once again standing amidst a reunion and clueless about what to do. "These are John's boys." he wasn't asking he was stating this. "I'd know them anywhere. I'm really, truly, appreciative of what you two and your father do for us. I'm sorry it came at the cost of your friend Pastor Jim. He was a good man, and is surely keeping God company."

"You know Jim?" Sam asked leaning over the table.

"Yes. I can't say I knew him well but I did know him. When the girls started seriously working at this, what do you call it Autty?"

"Hunting, mayo?"

"Yes, please. Hunting, your father put me in contact with Jimmy told me he'd be able to teach me everything I would ever need to know to help the girls. I wanted to make it out for his funeral but had a family in crisis here. It's a real shame God saw this as the right time to take such a man from us. But, he knows what is best, I presume." Autumn sat sandwiches in front of Sam and Father Bill.

"Dean sit, I'll get yours too." she instructed.

"Autumn, my girl you've not changed a bit since you were a kid have you?" Father marveled.

"I've changed enough to survive." she threw the older man a smile and Dean sat down next to his brother.

"That girl never did stop. Her mother used to believe that the world could be saved from itself with one mega bake sale. Autumn is so like her. Why not a week after her mother died she was back at the church volunteering. You wanted to be a nun in those days didn't you, child?" Autumn nodded.

"Yea, I was going to be a nun. I don't know why though, seems silly now."

"You would have been a good one. You boys probably can't tell it now looking at her but she used to live in my church. If I didn't see her everyday I had something to worry about. Athena on the other hand wasn't so comfortable there were you dear?" Athena had been leaning against the wall watching the scene unfold.

"The pews were stiff, the windows were high, and I already felt like an ant. Not too many ways to be comfortable like that."

"Even ants have a role to play, Teenie, you know that." Father took a bite out of his sandwich being the first to start eating. Autumn put down a plate for herself, Athena, and Dean then fished a bag of potato chips out of the cabinet. "You should be getting on the road soon. I was watching the news this morning, we are supposed to drop below freezing tonight and have light showers that will turn to snow. It's not going to warm back up much, maybe touching 40 degrees. I wouldn't want to bury you two too." his eyes smiled as his gaze fell back on Dean and Sam. "Your father was always insanely proud of you. He used to pick the girls up at the church before they'd go out with him for training or hunting and he'd tell me about your latest feats, boys. How's he doing? I spoke with Jennifer Raining a few weeks ago she said you were in a bad way not long ago. John's Demon came after you, and wrecked you and your car."

"Last time we talked to Dad he was fine. Ask the Autumn she seems to know better than we do." Dean didn't do to well hiding his contempt on the matter.

"Autumn?" Father turned toward her. "What's this?"

"I called John yesterday, like I do every holiday and wished him the best and he called back. Apparently, he don't return their calls."

"Ooooh I see. Well, I'm sure he wants to call you too, son." he took another bite of his sandwich and watched the four for a long time. "I always wondered when I'd get to see this."

"See what?" Athena asked.

"You two bring home Betty's worst nightmare. I was starting to think I'd be long gone before you did." he laughed. "She must have had a cow when you told her what they are."

"No, she was a little preoccupied." Athena grinned.

"Is Jen from Dad's message and Jennifer Raining the same person?" Sam asked.

"Yea, don't you know Jen Raining?" Autumn stopped.

"No, should we?" Dean asked exchanging looks with Sam.

"Well, I thought you'd know her." Autumn said her brow furrowing. "She and her brother Will are the fifth generation hunters. She was paralyzed from the waist down in a hunt a few years back. Since then she's opened a mini training camp out of a lodge up in Montana. She keeps an eye on supernatural events all over the country and has contacts in Canada and Mexico too. You seriously have never heard of her?"

"No." Sam shook his head.

"Well, I'll be damned." Autumn scooted down in her chair.

"Probably." Athena agreed.

"ATHENA, you should never say that!" Father's cheeks puffed out and his chest swelled. "Autumn, honey, you're doing God's work protecting his sheep from the wolves. He'll forgive you all your sins if you just ask." Autumn snorted.

"That's not what I meant, Father. But, anyway the Rainings have a lot of information and experience. That family is bred for hunting. From the time you can walk you're shooting even before that they're teaching you about the creatures of the dark. They take hunting very seriously."

Father Bill finished his sandwich and hugged the girls again before dismissing himself. Kendra, Kelly, and Kayla, who had been napping, woke up soon afterwards and demanded that Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean play hide and seek with them. So the two Winchester boys found themselves drug outside to the barn yard trying to convince three little blonds they needed their coats zipped. Athena helped Autumn start their laundry and clean the kitchen back up. Then the pair started on dinner. Martha and Betty Sue came in just in time to be ushered into seats at the dinner table.

"This all smells wonderful." Mrs. Morton said looking over the meal the girls had prepared.

"Good to hear. Your granddaughters made desert too." Autumn smiled leaning over Kendra to cut her chunk of the pork roast.

"Yea Grandma! We made chocolate chip cookies! But Aunty Autty said we can't eat any of them unless we eat our dinner." Kelly pouted.

"But she wasn't as good as Mommy." Kayla grinned.

"Yepperz! Aunty Autty walked away and Uncle Sammy gave us all a cookie but said we had to keep it quiet." Kendra whispered.

"That's not what I meant by keeping it quiet, Ken." Sam said.

"Oh, What's you mean?" Kelly asked.

"Not to tell."

"Why?" all three girls asked.

"Because now Aunty Autty is going to rip my arm off and beat me over the head with it."

"Why?" they asked again.

"Because she said you weren't allowed to have cookies until you ate."

"Why?"

"Because you'll spoil your dinner."

"Why?"

"Help me."

"Why?" the little girls giggled.

"Does spoil our dinner mean if we eat cookies the food will rot?" Kayla asked.

"No, now that's enough questions eat." Martha scolded her daughters. "You're going to drive Uncle Sam crazy."

"Uncle Dean said he was already crazy." Kelly informed the table.

"Well, that's because Uncle Dean is a butthead." Kendra told her sister. Billy-Jack, who had been called over when his wife decided to stay for dinner, laughed.

"Girls, if you don't sit up here and eat we'll throw all the cookies away." Martha said with a frown. The girls straightened up immediately.

"That's the happy face." Kayla whispered to Dean.

"It don't look very happy." Kayla smiled.

"It has to be because that's the face she uses the most."

"Maybe that because you don't eat." Kayla rolled her eyes at him.

"Uncle Dean, you are silly. We don't have to eat Papaw will give us junk later." she commenced to shuffle the food around on her plate.

Autumn and Athena had made a large pork roast, with homemade noodles and corn. The cookies had even been made from scratch. Mrs. Morton didn't have a single complaint about the food. Though beyond her 'it smells good' comment she didn't have anything good to say about it either. Mr. Morton wasn't shy about unbuttoning his pants and eating a fourth helping.

"I forgot you could cook." Billy-Jack said going to help Autumn clear the table.

"It is one of the many services I offer." Autumn smirked handing him a stack of plates.

"Daddy, can Nick have the piggy?" Kendra asked holding a chunk of pre-chewed meat up to her father.

"No, Kelly. Nick can't have big people food yet."

"I'm not Kelly." the little girl argued.

"I'm sorry Kayla. Go sit down in the living room. Grandma's putting in Little Mermaid."

"I'm not Kayla." the little girl threw the meat at her father before running off.

"You handled that well." Autumn said butting open the door to the kitchen balancing the pot from the corn and bowl from the noodles in her good hand.

"Do you have to be such a smart mouth?"

"No, it just seems you would know each of your daughters individually. You had to guess twice."

"So?"

"You have three daughters! And you guessed WRONG twice!"

"Okay, so I'm not the best father in the world…"

"No, really?" Autumn asked her voice dripping in sarcasm.

"Shut the hell up. I got Martha pregnant on accident and then had to marry her just because she was."

"Martha's a good person. If you can't tell that then you're just retarded… And I will be quiet when I choose to. You don't tell a woman to shut the hell up. I'll sick Dean on you."

"Like I'm afraid of your little lap dog." he slammed the dishes in the sink nearly breaking them.

"I didn't say you were afraid of him." she commented coyly.

"Well, I'm not."

"Good. I wouldn't be afraid of a guy who could beat me to far with both hands tied behind his back." Billy-Jack locked his eyes on hers and she back down. She wasn't afraid of Dean, no matter how far she pushed him he wasn't going to reel back and beat the shit out of her. Billy-Jack didn't have that restraint.

"You're really getting above your raisin' out there."

"I'd rather get about my raising than below it." she wasted no time in going back into the room with people. Safety was only truly found at the side of someone who would die for you, even then it wasn't a guarantee, but three little girls were far better protection from an angry Billy-Jack than kitchen.

"You really like to push buttons." Billy-Jack said following her. He grabbed another arm load of dishes while Autumn swept the mess of corn, from his daughters, into her hand.

"I got that from you. Just couldn't leave a button un-pushed." she said dismissively.

"Autty." Martha said taking her warning tone.

"I only ever pushed your buttons." he leered.

"I'm foolish not blind. I've seen Martha's bruises."

"She fell." Autumn shook her head and followed him into the kitchen.

"She fell on your fists right? No.. Let's see they're on her arms, so what were you forcing her to do? Or was it she didn't move fast enough so you grabbed her by the arm and flung her in the direction to make you happy?"

"Autumn, I'm trying." she saw the beginning of an apology in his eyes but ignored it.

"Too little too late."

"I… don't… know…" Dean said behind clenched teeth.

"Why?" Kendra asked yet again. Dean sighed.

"God didn't create the boogeyman." Sam finally answered. Kelly was sitting in Sam's lap watching the television.

"Nuh uh, God created everything. Father Bill says so." Kendra argued.

"Well he didn't create the boogeyman." Dean said trying to keep himself from strangling the young girl.

"Who did then?" she folded her arms.

"His Booger mother, and Booger father did."

"Do they have names?"

"I'm sure they do, but,"

"What are they?" Kendra cut him off.

"The mothers name is Kendra, and the fathers name is…" Dean looked around the room. "Sam." This caught Sam's attention immediately.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Yep. That's right. Kendra and Sam. They're the ones responsible for creating the Boogeyman." Sam rolled his eyes.

"How do you know what they're names are?" The little girl asked.

"Because I do."

"How'd you find out, Uncle Dean?" The little girl's eyes pleaded and her hands went into her lap. She was staring at Dean from the floor sitting pretzel legged. Dean, who was sitting on the couch trying to relax next to Kayla who was sitting next to Sam trying his best to relax, but Kendra's nonstop question asking wouldn't allow it.

"I know because I know. There's no reason. I just do…"

"Fine." Kendra got up off the floor and climbed into Dean's lap and laid her head on his shoulder. "I love you, Uncle Dean." She tried her best to sound innocent.

"Yeah I know." Dean looked down at the little girl who was watching the man on the television trying to figure out what Blue's next clue was.