As uncomfortable as I was with the idea, after what happened back in Easter, plus the fact that Dean had most likely made up a sob story about how Bobby had been eating only microwavable frozen and canned foods and that he missed my home-cooked meals, Dean had convinced me to take a weekend off and spend it with Bobby. And that was even after he found out that Bobby had known about Sam for the entire year he was back. Needless to say, Dean was upset and so was I, but he wasn't letting that stop himself from bringing me here.

If he was really that worried about me, then I guess one weekend couldn't hurt. He claimed the hunt him and Sam were going on wouldn't be a big deal. That they'll be fine.

So, with that, I felt like my fifteen year old self again as the Impala pulled up in front of the old two-story home in the middle of a yard full of beat up old cars. I got out of the Impala, pulling in a breath of the grease-scented air and my stomach churned.

Dean came out from the driver side of the Impala to open the truck, pulling out my bag. I held my hand out, which he ignored. "I got it."

"Dean, give me the bag," I said.

"I got it, Tor." He repeated with a shrug, heading towards the steps. I followed along, Sam a few steps behind me. Dean knocked on the door, the sound of rushed footsteps making their way over to it on the other side.

Bobby opened the door, breathing heavily as his eyes darted between the three of us. He quickly tried to cover up the look in his eyes with a gruff voice. "You kids are here early."

"Nope," Dean muttered, glancing down at his watch. "It's two, just like we said."

"Huh. I guess time got away from me, then," Bobby grumbled, stepping to the side so we could enter. "Would it have killed you to call first?"

"I don't know, would it have killed you to give me a heads up about Sam?"

"You know why I didn't. You two were out."

"Yeah, we're really out."

"Alright, alright." I said, stepping in between the two. "That's enough, okay? It- it's over with."

"Yeah," Dean mumbled as Bobby took my bag from him.

"Where you boys headed?" Bobby asked.

"Kenosha," Sam replied.

"Wisconsin?"

"Yeah. Got some leads on a couple weird deaths. Figured it's something we should check out."

"It's just a routine hunt." Dean added.

I glared at him, folding my arms, "Which is why I should be going-"

"Tori," He sighed.

"Dean."

"I'll, uh, bring this upstairs for you," Bobby mumbled, heading up the steps.

"I'll go wait in the car. See you, Tori." Sam said, turning on his heel, exiting the room, the both of them leaving Dean and I alone.

"I just want to know that you-" Dean paused, lowering his voice. "And the baby, are safe."

"I know. But I'm gonna be sitting around here, doing nothing, worried sick about you."

"Tor, I'm pretty sure I know how to handle myself out there," Dean muttered with a grin.

"It's not that, Dean..." I trailed off.

"Then what is it?"

I crossed my arms, trying to figure out a way to explain."I just- it's Sam."

Dean furrowed his brow. "What about him?"

"We both know he's is acting weird."

"Yeah, I know. I got it under control."

"I'm just saying...be careful, okay?"

"Always am."

"And come back to me."

"I will," Dean nodded with a small smile, bending down, placing a loving kiss on my lips.

"Okay," I muttered, smiling at him as he left.

The feeling weighing down in my chest doubled as I watched him go, the door shutting behind him with a click. My stomach churned again, something inside calling me towards the basement door. Just as I reached out to grab the handle, Bobby appeared at the top of the steps.

"Hey, the boys leave yet?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, they did."

"So, you up for making some of your famous chili?"

"Yeah," I nodded, turning away from the door to face him.

"Good. 'Cause I already went out and got everything," Bobby said, leading me into the kitchen where various ingredients sat on the table. "I don't think I forgot anything."

"It doesn't look like it" I muttered, looking at everything there. "Hey, Bobby?"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you acting so weird?"

"What?" Bobby asked, pausing as he reached for a couple beers in the fridge. "I ain't acting weird!"

"Actually, you are."

"Don't badger me, girl." Bobby grumbled, sitting down at the table.

"I don't have have to make this chili, you know," I countered, raising an eyebrow at him.

When he didn't speak, I realized I wasn't about to get any more information out of him, and began cutting up a couple onions at the table. A few hours later, with Bobby disappearing into the basement every so often, while I took those moments to run to the bathroom and gag without him hearing.

This morning sickness was really starting to get on my nerves.

I'd gotten a few texts from Dean when he and Sam took a break from driving, asking how I was, telling me that they were fine and almost there. Reading his words gave me some comfort, but I couldn't help the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. By the time the food was done cooking, the sun was beginning to set, and Bobby and I sat down in the living room with our bowls, him on his recliner and me on the couch, my knees tucked and my feet curled to my left.

"Why'd Dean drag you here?" Bobby asked out of the blue.

"What?" I asked, mid-chew.

"It's pretty damn obvious you didn't want to come."

"So you didn't tell him that you missed my cooking?"

"No. He was too busy yelling at me about Sam."

"I knew it," I shook my head. That little liar.

"So what's got him so worried?"

"Uh..." I trailed off, placing my bowl down on my lap.

"Remember the last time you kept a secret from me?" Bobby asked pointedly.

"Yeah, Dean almost got his jaw broken," I murmured, remembering that night.

SINGER SALVAGE YARD – NIGHTNine years ago

"Come on," Dean coaxed, grabbing my hand, gently pulling me towards the very back of Bobby's property.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"Dean-"

"Just come on." Dean said, shooting me a smile.

That was all it took to get me to follow him with no problem, and a few minutes later, Bobby's house was no longer in sight and we came up to an old pick-up truck, the moonlight shining down on the bed that was lined with thick blankets.

"Wh-"

"Like it?"

"Yeah, I- why'd you do this?"

"I just figured that we've been here for a while now...we could use some time away, spend some time alone."

I smiled, glancing behind me before placing a kiss on his lips. "That's sweet."

"Tori, we don't have to worry about looking over our shoulders every two seconds."

'Yeah. It's just- it's habit, I guess," I mumbled, hating how true that had become.

"I know," Dean nodded, tucking lock of hair behind my ear. "It'll be okay."

I nodded. "Yeah."

Dean sighed."Come on, don't do that now,"

"Do what?"

"Get all mopey."

"I'm not mopey," I argued, placing my hands on my hips.

"Not yet. And I'm not about to let you get there." Dean grinned, picking me up in one swoop, setting me on the bed of the truck. I wrapped my arms around his neck, parting my knees so he could stand in between my legs.

"I know why you really did all of this," I mumbled.

"Oh, yeah? Why?"

"You wanna get laid."

Dean scoffed. "That's ridiculous."

"Is it?"

"I just want to be able to hold you without worrying about Bobby."

"Uh-huh." I murmured, raising an eyebrow, a smirk on my lips. "So, sex has nothing to do with this."

"No!" Dean insisted, a sheepish look in his eyes. "I mean, it'd be a bonus..."

"And the truth finally comes out." I chuckled.

Dean grinned, looking down into my eyes. "I can't help myself when I'm around you."

"Me either." I murmured, my lower half beginning to tingle as I looked into his bright green eyes.

"Lucky me." Dean smiled, placing his lips on mine, kissing me passionately.

As Dean gently laid me back on the plus blankets, his body hovering over mine, the same butterflies filled my stomach as they did every time Dean and I made love.

My eyes fluttered shut as Dean trailed kisses down my neck and chest, his hardness pressed against my stomach. I bit my lip, running my hands through his hair, my breathing coming out heavier with each passing second.

Allowing me to move, Dean leaned back on his knees, watching me closely as I leaned up, pulling my shirt off, throwing it over to the corner. Dean ripped his own shirt off, leaning up to place a kiss on my lips as he unclasped my bra, pulling it off. The cold air hit my skin, sending a chill down my spine. Dean shot me a small smile as he laid down to my side, pulling the blanket over us.

I ran my hands through his hair as his hand trailed down my stomach, unbuttoning my jeans before moving underneath the fabric. I let out a low moan at the contact, my eyes involuntarily closing as Dean began kissing my neck, the sensations of his skin against mine, making my mind drift away. The sound of shotgun cocking in the distance caught my attention and I looked around.

"It's probably just a hunter." Dean mumbled against my skin.

"Yeah, what kind?"

Dean chuckled, stilling his hand's movements for a moment. "The moose kind."

"Well, if that's all it is, why are you stopping?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Dean grinned down at me, beginning to work his magic again and I shut my eyes, biting my lip to keep my moan in.

Suddenly, a bright light shined through my shut eyelids, and I snapped them open to see Bobby standing at the side of the truck's bed, a flashlight in one hand, a shotgun in the other and a furious look on his face. Bobby gritted his teeth, grabbing Dean by the arm, pulling him out of the truck and onto the ground.

"You- you- Christ, what is the matter with you boy?!" Bobby shouted, pointing the shotgun towards Dean as he scrambled to his feet.

I quickly wrapped the blanket around myself, sitting upright. "Bobby-"

"Don't. I'll deal with you later," Bobby spat, glaring back at Dean.

Dean swallowed hard, fear in his eyes as he stared down the barrel of the gun, holding his hands up.

"You know, I know what you do to all those other women. How you use 'em. And I don't say a damn thing, 'cause I'm not their daddy. But I'll be damned if I let you do that to her!"

"This isn't what it looks like, Bobby, I swear."

"I may be old, but I'm not stupid, boy! I know exactly what that was!"

"No, you don't- Bobby, you really don't get it, Tori wanted to do this!"

I cringed at Dean's words, knowing he was only digging himself deeper. Bobby growled, throwing the shotgun down, opting to grab Dean by the side of his neck, holding onto him. "You're just begging for an ass whooping now."

"Bobby, just listen-"

"You know, Vic, I figured you thought more of yourself than this," Bobby said, turning to look at me.

"Wait, what's that supposed to mean?" Dean asked, looking offended.

"Shut it," Bobby snapped at him.

I shook my head. "Bobby, please-"

"You too," he snapped.

"Bobby this isn't- this isn't just something, I swear," Dean explained, trying to convince him.

Bobby, whirled around . "Oh, yeah? Your track record, why should I believe that?"

"Be- becau-"

"If you say because, so help me- that ain't good enough!"

"Just give me a chance to speak!" Dean exclaimed. "If you don't like what I say, then you can still beat the shit out of me. Deal?"

Bobby thought it over for a moment, before pushing Dean out of his grasp. "You got thirty seconds."

"Thirty?"

"Twenty-eight."

"Okay, okay. Tori and I have been doing this for while now-"

"Times up," Bobby glared, taking a step forward.

"No, no, no, just wait." Dean called, holding his hands up. "This isn't just some fling. I'm not using her, you think she'd ever let me do that?"

"Fuck no," I chimed in.

"Exactly. She'd cut my junk off for even suggesting that."

"What are you saying?" Bobby asked, looking between the two of us.

"What I'm saying is that I- I really care about her, Bobby," Dean muttered, keeping his eyes on the ground. "But not like that...not like I'm supposed to."

Bobby took a second, letting that information sink in as he pulled in a deep breath. "Are you telling me you two are...together?"

Dean nodded, not saying another word. I kept quiet, too, looking at Dean with sad eyes.

This was it. This was the moment everything ended. If we were lucky, Bobby would only threaten to tell John, but we would still have to stop whatever it is we had here. It would have to end. Tears filled my eyes at the thought, and I looked down to the blanket wrapped around me, not wanting Dean to see me cry.

"Tori, don't," Dean murmured, making his way past Bobby and over to me. Of course he knew I was crying. I should've known better than to think I could hide it from him. I sniffled as he wiped a tear off my cheek, shooting me a small smile even though his eyes were filled with sadness.

I looked over to Bobby, seeing him staring at us with a furrowed brow. "How long has this been going on?"

"About a year," Dean replied.

"That long?"

"Yup."

"Does Sam know?"

"I don't think so. If he does, he hasn't said."

"Does your daddy know?"

Dean's jaw clenched, and he shook his head."No."

"You've managed to keep a secret like this from one of the best damn hunters in the world for a year?"

"Two of them. We kept it from you, too," I mumbled, looking up at him as he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Why?"

"Why? You really think Dad would be okay with this? You don't know how many times he told me to keep my hands off of her or he'd..." Dean trailed off, glancing up at Bobby. "I'm sure you get the picture."

"Are you gonna tell him?" I asked, my voice sounding anxious. "Are you gonna tell John?"

Bobby watched us for a moment, pulling in a deep breath, slowly letting it out as he shook his head. "I don't think so."

I looked up at him, my face full of shock and surprise. "What?"

"I'm ain't gonna tell him."

"You're kidding," Dean mumbled, looking as though he didn't believe him, the both of us sharing a look of disbelief.

"It ain't any of my business."

"But you saw-"

"Saw, what?" Bobby asked, shrugging his shoulders. "I didn't see a damn thing."

I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face, relief flowing through my chest. "Bobby-"

"And I want to continue to not see a damn thing, you hear me? When you're under my roof, nothing happens, we clear?"

"Yeah," Dean said as I nodded.

"Good. Now put your damn clothes on, get inside and go to sleep," Bobby said, shaking his head. "In separate beds."

Dean nodded. "Sure, yeah."

"Now," Bobby ordered, and turned around, and walked away.

"Bobby," I called, a small smile on my face as he turned around. "Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah. Enough with the chick-flick stuff, huh?" Bobby complained, turning on his heel to head back towards the house.

Present

"That night you found Dean and I, why'd you decide not to say anything to John?" I asked.

"Because he was one hard-headed son of a bitch."

I sighed. "Bobby."

"I could see it in the way you kids looked at each other," he insisted.

"See what?"

"A whole lotta...something. Reminded me of..." Bobby trailed off. I imagined he was thinking about Karen, but I'd never be sure. He wouldn't say. "I'm pretty sure I asked you a question before."

"Oh yeah," I nodded. Well, now's good time as any to tell him. I pulled in a deep breath, preparing myself for any reaction that I may get. "I'm- I'm pregnant."

Bobby blanched."You're what?"

"Preg-"

"No, I heard you the first time. How long?"

"A couple months."

"Months?!" Bobby exclaimed, his eyes practically bugging out of his skull. "And you've been hunting? Are you stupid?"

"I don't even know why I was expecting a congratulations," I mumbled sarcastically.

"Congratulations, you're a moron!"

"Nice. Thanks a lot, you old bat."

"You've been putting yourself and that baby in danger!"

"I've been careful," I insisted, putting my hands on my stomach protectively.

"You Winchester's don't know the meaning of the word careful."

"Okay, that's true, but honestly, I have been."

"You can't hunt anymore, Vic," Bobby insisted, the concern finally showing through the hard look in his eyes.

"That's what Dean says," I admitted.

"Well, for once Dean Winchester is right. It's too dangerous. Have you been to the doctor?"

I shook my head. "Not yet."

"You have to go. You gotta make sure that kid's healthy."

"Wait, you think I should keep it?" I asked, looking up at him in question.

"What kinda person do you think I am?" Bobby asked, looking offended. "I wouldn't tell you to do that."

"Sam did."

"Huh?"

"When Sam found out, he said he thought I should get rid of it."

"Sam said that?" Bobby asked, dumbfounded. "Sam Winchester?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I was shocked, too."

"You know, ever since he's been back...something's wrong with that boy," Bobby muttered, shaking his head.

I scoffed. "Tell me about it."

"How does Dean feel about all this?"

"About me being pregnant?"

Bobby nodded. "Yeah."

I smiled, thinking about how he's been acting."He's- he's happy."

"Really?"

"The other day, while I was asleep, he told me he was looking up cribs online, trying to find the best ones," I smiled at the thought. "He's excited."

"And you?"

The smile faded off my face as I looked over to Bobby, allowing my emotions to show through. "I'm terrified. I don't- I mean, I want nothing more than to have this baby, but I'm afraid of the world they'll be raised in."

"The same thing could be said for anyone."

"Well, it's little different, being a hunter."

"Maybe it's better," Bobby shrugged.

"What do you mean?"

"Children are born everyday to parents who have no damn idea what's going on in this world. At least you and Dean, you take the right precautions, you do the right things to protect your family. Because you know what's out there," Bobby said. I nodded, letting his words sink in. Maybe he was right.

Just then my phone began to ring, I picked it up, seeing Dean's name flash across the screen, I answered it. "Hey, baby."

"Hey, Cherry Pie. We're in Wisconsin."

"How's everything?"

"Well, uh, not good. The body count's up to six now. Is Bobby there?"

"Yeah," I nodded, putting the phone on speaker. "Dean is asking for you."

"What's up?" Bobby asked.

"There have been two more killings since we left Sioux Falls. Six people, chests cracked wide open. Heart's pulled out of their bodies. No EMF, no sulfur, no hex bags. We did find this though, hold on," Dean paused.

"What?"

"He sent a picture." I explained.

"That's a new one."

"You see it?" Dean asked.

"Yeah" I muttered, pulling up the picture of the claw that laid on the ground, showing it to Bobby. "Here."

"We need an ID ASAP. This thing is on a rampage. Call us as soon as you dig something up."

"Yeah, I'll call you back." Bobby grumbled, heading over to the bookshelf, pulling a few out, placing them on his desk.

"How's the little Cowboy?" Dean asked.

"Cowboy?" I asked, a smile on my lips.

"Yeah. W- what else should we call it?"

"No, I like it. I'm just saying...how do you know it's a cowboy? Maybe it's a cowgirl."

"Hey, you're the one that said he. I'm only going by what your words."

"Well, either way, it's adorable."

"Yeah, okay," Dean mumbled. I could practically hear his eyes roll.

"Well, our Cowboy or girl, is doing pretty good, I think," I smiled, placing hand on my stomach.

"Good," Dean said, a smile in his voice.

"What about you?"

"I'm okay. You better save some of that chili for me."

"Sure, yeah." I nodded, chewing on my lip. "How's Sam?"

"He's uh, alright."

"Just alright?" I asked, worried.

"Yeah. Hey, we're gonna head over to the morgue. I'll call you tonight, okay?"

"Okay. Love you."

"Me too." Dean said, hanging up.

"Why don't you go get some sleep, Vic?" Bobby asked from the desk.

"No, I'm fine," I said, reaching for the book in his hands, pursing my lips as he pulled it away. "I'm gonna help figure out what this thing is."

"Vic-"

"More people can't die just so I can get a few hours of sleep, Bobby."

"You need to rest,"he insisted.

"If we're both doing this it'll get done faster," I pointed out. Thankfully, Bobby relented, allowing me to take the book from him.

Hours passed filled with him reading books and me scrolling through a million different lore websites on my laptop, to see what we could find out about this creature. Dean called a little while ago to ask, once again, how I was. And how the baby was. I loved how excited he was about this. I'd never get over it.

It was about ten at night by now, and I was still staring at the screen in front of me on my lap, when I heard the sound of a soft snore to my right. I looked up to see that Bobby had dozed off at his desk. I placed the laptop on the couch beside me, moving over to Bobby's side, nudging his arm.

"Bobby," I called quietly. "Bobby?"

Bobby flailed awake, his eyes going wide. "What the hell do you want?"

"You fell asleep on the desk."

"So?"

"So, you'll hurt your back. Go to bed."

"Don't tell me what to do," Bobby grumbled, pulling a bottle of pills from the desk.

"What are those?"

"Pills, genius."

I quickly grabbed the bottle out of his hand, reading the label. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Caffeine pills?"

"I've been taking these longer than you've been alive," Bobby said, snatching the bottle back.

"Why?"

"'Cause it's hard to stay alive when you're asleep."

"What are you-" I sighed, not finishing the sentence the sentence. I folded my arms across my chest. "Listen, Bobby, I'm here. I've got it."

"Uh-huh," Bobby mumbled, downing a couple pills with a gulp of beer.

I rolled my eyes, letting out a huff. "Are you serious right now?"

"Why don't you make yourself useful and go make me a pot of coffee, okay?"

"Make myself useful?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "I've already figured out what the boys are hunting."

"What?" Bobby asked, looking at me in disbelief.

"Yeah, that's right, you sexist jerk."

Bobby rolled his eyes, taking in a deep breath. "Vic, you're one of the best hunters out there. You know I didn't mean that."

"Uh-huh," I mumbled.

"What'd you find?"

"It's a Lamia."

"A Lamia? That's impossible. They never pop up outside of Greece."

"Yeah, well, first time for everything," I said, bringing my laptop over to the desk, placing it in front of him, showing him the picture I'd found of the claw, pulling up the one Dean had sent. "They look the same. Not to mention Lamia's crack open their victim's chest, pulls out the heart and chugs the blood."

"Okay, then." Bobby nodded proudly. "Good job."

"Thanks." I smiled. "One thing I'm having trouble finding is how to kill it."

"There are a couple ways. Easiest is a silver knife blessed by a padre."

"Great. I'll tell Dean." I nodded, pulling out my phone as Bobby stood to his feet with a yawn, heading towards the doorway. "Going to sleep?"

"There's something I gotta take care of down in the basement first. An old leaky pipe I've been fixing."

"Want me to do it?"

Bobby's whirled around, his eyes wide. "Don't go down there."

I furrowed my brow. "Why?"

"Because I said not to."

"That doesn't work, Bobby. I'm twenty-eight."

"Just don't, alright?" Bobby asked, walking over towards the basement door.

"Fine." I shrugged. I'd just wait until he's asleep and sneak down there.

"And don't think about sneaking down there, I'm sleeping on the couch and I will catch you!" Bobby called out from the other room. I let out a huff, folding my arms.

After hanging up the phone with Dean, I headed upstairs and changed into a t-shirt and some shorts before laying in bed. Allowing my mind to catch up to how tired my body was feeling, I was out of it within minutes. Loud knocking coming from downstairs woke me up to the sun shining through the window across the room. I stretched as I got up, making my way downstairs to see Bobby answering the door, a blonde woman standing on the other side holding a tray.

"Marcy?" Bobby asked. I lingered at the top of the stairs, watching the interaction below me.

"Bobby Singer. How long have we been neighbors?" She asked.

"Uh...six months?" Bobby very obviously guessed.

"Well, don't you think it's time you welcomed me to the neighborhood?" Marcy asked, uncovering the pan, handing it over to Bobby. "My famous ginger peach cobbler. Take a whiff. Seriously, I'm a genius."

Suddenly, a loud scream came from the basement and Macy looked behind Bobby with wide eyes. Bobby glanced back, seeing me standing there, he turned to Marcy. "It's stupid horror flicks. Guilty pleasure."

Marcy's face brightened. "I love scary movies. Hey, have you seen Drag Me To Hell?"

"Trying to avoid it."

"But it's fantastic." Marcy paused, taking a deep breath. "Saturday, seven o'clock, my house. I'll fix you dinner and I'll whip up a batch of my famous white chocolate popcorn and we'll watch it. Deal?"

Bobby hesitated. "That sounds super, Marcy, but uh-"

"Okay, no worries," Marcy mumbled, glancing down. "Um, hey, one other thing. Uh, my wood chipper – it's a piece of crap, you know. It just broke down on me and – and I hear that you're quite handy. Maybe you could come over and take a look. You know, just whenever-"

Bobby nodded. "Yeah. I'll see what I can do."

"Okay," Marcy smiled, shaking his hand, holding onto it for a little longer than necessary. "I'll see you soon."

"Bye," Bobby said, watching her walk away. While he was distracted, I took the chance and rushed down the steps over to the basement door, and just as I got it open, I heard the front door slam. "Close it!" he yelled.

I turned around to face him. "What's going on, Bobby?"

"Vic-"

"Tell me." I demanded.

"There's a demon down there," Bobby confessed. "A crossroads demon, to be more specific."

"Have they been here the whole time I've been here?"

Bobby nodded. "Yes."

"So that's why I've been feeling this way."

"Nauseous?"

"I thought it was morning sickness, but I guess it's-"

"Your demon sense," Bobby finished.

"Yeah, sure." I rolled my eyes. "Why is there a demon here?"

"Crowley."

"Crowley is down there?"

"No, keep up."

"With what? You haven't told me anything."

Bobby sighed. "It's one of his employees."

"Is this about your deal with him? Your soul? I thought he was supposed to give it back!"

"Well, he won't."

I scowled. "That slimy little prick."

"Tell me about it."

"You should've known better than to trust him, Bobby."

"Yeah, well I thought the damn world was gonna end."

"Big deal!"

"Look, I don't need you sassing me, telling me I was wrong. I already know it."

I nodded, letting out a breath. "So what are we gonna do?"

"Eat some cobbler."

My eyes practically bugged out of my head. "Are- you're joking, right?"

"No. This smells good." Bobby said, heading into the kitchen, grabbing a couple forks, placing the cobbler in the center of the table before sitting down. "Come on."

"Bobby-"

"I've had that demon here for days now and she won't give me anything."

"What do you want from her?" I asked sitting down beside him.

"Crowley's name. His real name."

"Why?"

"Easy. If I have the name, I have the bones. And if I have the bones..."

"What, blackmail?"

Bobby nodded. "That's what I'm aiming for."

"And she won't tell you?"

"She doesn't want to give him up."

"Why? He's just a crossroads demon."

"Try king," Bobby said.

I snorted. "King of what, douche-land?"

"Kind of Hell."

"Excuse me?" I asked in surprise.

Bobby sighed. "Yeah, that was my reaction, too."

I folded my arms and narrowed my eyes at him. "So let me get this straight: you want to blackmail the King of Hell?"

Bobby nodded. "Yup."

"Huh. Somehow I've heard crazier," I shrugged. Bobby was about to cut a piece of cobber with his fork, stopping when I got up, heading towards the basement door.

"Where are you going?" Bobby asked, standing up. "Vic, I don't want you going down there. I don't want you to see it."

"See what? A demon?" I asked.

"No." Bobby muttered, swallowing hard. "The girl she's possessing."

"Is she still in there?"

"No, she- she's dead. She was when Ii brought the demon here. Probably has been for a while. That's why I'm doing it this way."

"Doing what, what way?" "

"I found her bones, the demon."

"And?"

"And I have a flamethrower."

I shook my head. "It won't matter, that's a myth."

"That's what I thought, too. It's not."

"It worked?" I asked in shock.

Bobby nodded. "It worked."

"And she's still not talking?"

"Not a peep."

"So let's try again."

"No, you're not going down there."

I pulled in a deep breath, shaking my head. "I'm not gonna let you go to hell, Bobby. I've let that happen to way too many people that I love. So whatever it takes, I'm gonna do it."

Without another word I opened the basement door, heading down the stairs, finding the brunette demon tied tightly to a chair in the middle of a devil's trap, her skin raised, practically dripping off her body. She smiled wide when she saw me, her red lips spread wide.

"Well, well, well. Looks like Bobby's had to call in reinforcements, huh? Not very threatening since you passed up that grace, though." She grinned in delight, glancing down to my stomach. "And you're pregnant?"

"You know what we want. Just talk."

"I think I'll wait just a little bit longer. So, what made you want to get knocked up? Or was it an accident? You gonna follow in your mommy's footsteps and give up the baby?"

Bobby stomped down the stairs at that, glaring at the demon. "Shut it."

The demon smirked. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I hit a sore spot? I guess that would be your grand-baby, after all, huh? You'll spoil it. Maybe that'll make up for the fact that you denied your wife a baby...then stabbed her to death. At least, that's what you're hoping, right?"

"You bitch," I spat, about to take a step towards her when Bobby stopped me, gently pulled me back.

"Let me handle this," He murmured, and strolled over to a table where a flamethrower was laying on it's side, picking it up. I watched he lit the flame thrower, pointing it to the metal tub in the corner of the room where her bones sat, pressing the trigger.

The heat from the flame hit me as the metal tub turned bright red on the bottom and the demon threw her head back and began screaming, her skin bubbling up. .

"I want Crowley's name now!" Bobby shouted.

"Okay!" The demon screamed, panting as he stopped. "Okay. MacLeod. Fergus MacLeod."

"Fergus MacLeod?" I asked, my nose scrunching.

"I swear. It is. We call him Lucky the Leprechaun behind his back."

"MacLeod's Scottish, Einstein," I commented.

"You got what you want, now send me back," The demon panted.

"I don't think so." I glared at her, grabbing a can of lighter fluid off the desk, making my way over to the tub, pouring it on her bones.

"No!" She screamed at me. "We had a deal!"

"Well, I wasn't part of it."

She looked over to Bobby in panic. "We had a deal, Singer."

"I gave it my best effort." Bobby shrugged, pressing the trigger on the flamethrower again, torching her bones. The demon screamed in pain again, her body going limp.

After that, Bobby and I headed back upstairs where he grabbed a map of Scotland, spreading it out across the kitchen table.

"So, you're gonna find his bones?" I asked.

"I am," Bobby nodded.

"Hasn't he been dead for like, ever?"

"Probably."

I smiled and patted his back. "I'm assuming that won't stop you."

"Nope." Bobby muttered with a grin as the phone rang. He checked the caller ID before answering. "Yeah Garth, what do you got?" Bobby paused, listening the man. I heard a very faint, fast paced voice on the other end. "Never heard of a vamp doing that. It doesn't sound like our kind of thing. Better drop a dime to the FBI."

As Bobby hung up, I looked up at him from the map. "Is that what you do all day? Answer hunter's calls?"

Bobby snorted. "What, you think you and those boys are the one ones who bothers me?"

I chuckled. "Actually, yeah."

"Well-" Bobby was interrupted by another one of his phone's ringing. As he answered it, I saw a label on it that read 'FBI Tom Willis'. "Willis, FBI. No Garth, not me, the FBI, the real FBI! How are you still alive?"

"Who is that?" I asked as he threw the phone down.

"Garth. Another hunter."

"Huh," I mumbled as another phone rang. "Jesus Christ."

Bobby let out a huff, answering the phone. "Yeah, Castle." He nodded as the man spoke. "Of course she's one of ours. And if she says she's gotta dig that grave up, you better damn well let her."

"You never took this many calls years ago," I commented after he hung up.

"Well, more hunters have my number since the end of times."

"More hunters, more problems," I mumbled, placing a hand on his shoulder. "How about I make you that pot of coffee now?"

Bobby nodded, shooting me a small smile before going back to the map in front of him.

As we sat around the table drinking coffee, we hadn't gotten very far in our search for Crowley's bones. All the time we'd spend leaning over the map, we came up with nothing. Bobby had gotten a few more calls, most of which he just hung up in disgust.

Just as I got up to make another pot of coffee, a loud knock sounded on the front door. Bobby let out a huff, getting up to answer it. As soon as the door squeaked open, I heard a relieved man's voice.

"Oh, good, you're home! Listen. You gotta help me bury a body." The man said. My eyes went wide and I peered out of the kitchen, seeing Rufus Turner standing in the doorway. He saw me there, letting out a sigh. "Good, you can help."

"I can, with what?" I asked, furrowing my brow.

"The body. Come on, we don't have much time," Rufus said, making his way down the steps.

Bobby glanced back at me with a roll of his eyes, shaking his head as I stepped forward. "You're not coming."

"Why not? Won't he think it's weird that I'm not doing anything?"

"Why does it matter?"

"Because he doesn't know about…" I trailed off, gesturing to my stomach. "Bobby, you always said not to trust other hunters. I'm not gonna go around telling everyone I'm pregnant," I whispered the last word.

"If there's anyone you could trust to tell something like that, it's him. Believe me."

"I'm still coming," I insisted.

"Why don't you listen to me?" Bobby asked I as passed in front of him, heading outside.

I shrugged. "Because."

Bobby shut his eyes for a minute, pulling in a deep breath before making his way past me and over to Rufus. "Why'd you bring it here?"

"The law is on my tail! What was your guess?" Rufus asked, looking over to see Bobby staring at him with a raised eyebrow. "What? They got lucky,"

Bobby chuckled. "Yeah, or you're getting slow."

"Yeah, I'm getting slow - says mister sits on his ass all day taking calls," Rufus spat back. I couldn't help but smile at their banter, as abusive as it was.

The three of us reached the truck where Rufus lowered the tailgate, uncovering the dead body of an Asian woman. My eyes widened and I looked over to Bobby, glancing up to Rufus. "Is this- I mean is she- did you actually murder somebody?"

"Hell no. Who do you think I am?"

"I don't think you want me to answer that," I mumbled, earning a glare from the man.

"So what is it, a vamp, shifter - what?" Bobby asked.

"None of the above." Rufus said, pulling the woman's lips back to expose a set of sharp teeth.

"Okami?" Bobby asked in disbelief. "Where'd you shiv it?"

"Get this. Billings."

Bobby looked closer."The only time I ever saw one of these was in Japan."

"Duh. No one's ever seen one of these except in Japan."

"Well, for what it's worth, Sam and Dean are tracking a Lamia in Wisconsin."

"Get out I thought they never leave Greece," Rufus said, looking over to me. "Why aren't you with Sam and Dean? Aren't you kind of a packaged deal?"

"I'm taking the weekend off." I replied, folding my arms.

"You and Dean have a fight?"

"None of your business."

"Well, she's yours, that's for sure," Rufus complained to Bobby. "You got a shovel?"

"Better." Bobby said, walking off.

Rufus and I stood off to the side as Bobby sat in the large mechanical digger, pushing the metal scoop into the ground, creating a large rectangular hole.

"Man, I know what I want for Hanukkah," Rufus commented, glancing over at me as he leaned down on the handle of a shovel. "So, you gonna tell me why you're really here?"

I scowled. "Why do you wanna know so bad?"

"Well, excuse the hell outta me for being considerate," Rufus mumbled. I snorted, shaking my head.

"If you must know, I'll tell you, But if you breathe a word of it to anyone else, I will kill you," I threatened, sort of joking, mostly not.

"Yeah, yeah," Rufus waved me off. "I've heard that one before."

"I'm pregnant."

"Pregnant?" He asked, clearly surprised.

I put my hands on my hips. "That's what I said."

Rufus nodded. "Huh."

I narrowed my eyes. "What?"

"Nothing just...huh," Rufus shrugged.

"Why huh?"

"Dean never seemed like a fatherly kinda guy."

"You don't know Dean."

"Well...good for you two."

This time it was my turn to be surprised. "Really?"

"Yeah, really," Rufus paused, a far off look in his eyes. "Having kids is a good thing."

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Keep 'em safe, okay?"

"We will," I nodded, realizing something was wrong by the way he was acting. Though I didn't ask, not wanting to push it. The silence of the moment was a little awkward, until Bobby cut the engine of the machine, bringing me back to the present. I looked up as Bobby exited the cab.

He made his way over to the back of the truck, glancing back at Rufus, yelling over his shoulder, "Quit lollygagging! Come on, let's go. You're just itching to get thrown in the slammer, aren't you, Rufus?"

"At least I'll be away from your ugly mug!" Rufus yelled back. Rufus, Bobby and I headed back over to the bed of the truck where the body still laid.

"Just shut up and get to work." Bobby grumbled. I was about to try and help them pull it out when Rufus looked back at me.

"No, no." He shook his head. "You ain't doing this."

"What?"

"We got it, you go rest." Rufus insisted, a strangely protective look in his eyes. I watched as he and Bobby carried the body over to the grave, dropping it in with a thud.

Subconsciously, I placed a hand on my stomach, smiling at him with a nod. I guess this baby is gonna have a bigger support system than I thought.

The sun was still fairly high in the sky as I came back outside with a couple beers for Bobby and Rufus, who were still working hard, now covering up the grave, packing the dirt back in.

"Here you go guys," I said, handing them the bottles.

"Thanks, Vic," Bobby muttered, taking a swig.

"So the son of a bitch's name is Fergus MacLeod?" Rufus asked with a sneer.

"That's the son of a bitch's name," Bobby confirmed.

"No wonder he goes by Crowley now."

"My thoughts exactly," I chimed in.

Rufus nodded to me, looking back to Bobby. "Where are you gonna look?"

"Scotland," Bobby told him. "Crowley let it slip that he likes Craig. It's uh-"

"It's scotch. Only made and sold in a tiny area on the north tip of Caithness county. It's peaty and sharp, with a long finish of citrus and tobacco notes." Rufus paused, seeing the looks Bobby and I were giving him. He threw out his arms. "Hey, what? What am I, a heathen? I know what Craig is."

Bobby chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, I got a hunch that's where Crowley lived and died back when he was human, a few hundred years before he got the big squeeze in hell and came out a demon."

"You know, I've got contacts over there." Rufus paused, flattening out the dirt to look over at Bobby. "I can make a few calls."

Bobby rests on the shovel, looking over at Rufus. "Well, I ain't asking for no help."

"That means, yes," I mumbled, earning a glare from Bobby.

"I ain't asking for your permission," Rufus told him.

"And that means, you're welcome." I grinned as they both narrowed their eyes at me.

It didn't take long for Rufus to book it after he and Bobby finished covering up the grave, which left Bobby and I back to our own devices, trying to find Crowley's bones. As we re-entered the kitchen, Bobby was about to cut a piece of the cobbler when one of his many phones rang. Bobby let out a low sigh, picking up the phone.

"Yeah?" He asked, a slight look of worry crossing his features. "What happened to the silver knife blessed by a priest?"

Oh, no. What did they do wrong now?

Suddenly, a loud bang came from the front door, following by a booming voice. "Police!"

My eyes widened as Bobby and I shared a look. Bobby shook his head. "Balls!"

"What do we do?" I asked as he passed by me, taking a book off the desk, handing it to me, pointing to a couple paragraphs.

"Come on, Bobby, get the lead out!" I heard Dean call from the receiver.

"Where are you?" Bobby asked.

"In a church,." I heard Dean reply, "In a rectory."

"Is there a kitchen?"

"Yeah."

"Good," Bobby muttered, handing me the phone, pointing to a page in the book. "Here, read this to him."

"Uh, okay. Dean, you there?" I asked.

"Hey, Cherry Pie," Dean murmured into the phone, a creature growing in the background. "Mind hurrying up a little?"

"I'm going as fast as I can, Winchester," I snapped.

"Sorry, only gonna get my heart ripped out of my chest, over here," Dean said sarcastically.

"Find salt."

"Salt. Okay."

"And rosemary," I added, hearing someone pound on the door again.

"Open up, Singer," The voice yelled again. Bobby growled an expletive, stomping toward the door and opening it up.

"What do you want?" Bobby demanded.

I peered out of the living room, seeing a man standing on the porch next to Sheriff Mills, flashing an FBI badge at Bobby. "Mr. Singer. I'm Agent Adams. I believe you know Sheriff Mills."

"Yes, I do."

"Rosemary!" Dean exclaimed. "I got it!"

"Okay, good," I nodded. "Blend the herbs."

"Alright."

"Anyone else home?" I heard Agent Adams ask.

"My niece," Bobby replied.

"Niece?" Sheriff Mills asked.

"Yeah. I haven't seen her in a while. She's visiting."

"Have you seen this man?" Agent Adams asked. "Rufus Turner? A.K.A. Luther Vandros, A.K.A Ruben Studdard."

Bobby shook his head. "No, I've never seen that dick."

"Then how do you know he's a dick?"

"Lucky guess."

"Huh. Mind if we come in? Ask a couple more questions?" The agent asked. I quickly threw any suspicious looking items into the desk drawers. I leaned against the side of the desk as the three of them rounded the corner.

Sheriff Mills looked around, almost as though she knew something was going on here. When she saw me, she practically rolled her eyes. I guess I was all the confirmation she needed.

Agent Adams looked over to me, nodding to the phone. "We have some questions to ask."

I nodded, covering the receiver. "Sure, yeah. It's my mom. One second?"

"Sure."

"What else Tori?" Dean asked in panic.

"Saute over high a heat. Cook well," I told him. "Okay? Great. Enjoy the roast, mom."

"Mom?" I heard Dean question as I pulled the phone from my ear, hanging up.

"What's your name?" Agent Adams asked.

"Victoria."

"Alright, Victoria. Have you seen this man?" Agent Adams asked, holding up a sketch that very clearly depicted Rufus.

"Nope." I shook my head, keeping my cool.

"Funny." The agent paused, looking between Bobby and I. " 'Cause I got a couple of guys working the highway who said they saw him pull in here. Carrying a body."

"Well, that's ridiculous," Bobby said. "Look, it's workday, I gotta bring Victoria back to the airport tomorrow-"

"I just want to take a look around."

Bobby took a couple steps towards Agent Adams' direction, narrowing his eyes. "You got a warrant, sonny?"

Agent Adams took a step towards Bobby, clearly not afraid. "Do I need one, sir?"

I rolled my eyes at the men as Sheriff Mills patted them both on the chest, stepping in- between them.

"Okay fellas, put the rulers away. Zip up." She raised an eyebrow, looking to Agent Adams. "Look, Bobby here is a kind of a crank. And he ain't what you call a fan of big brother, but me and him, how long I been arresting you now? Ten years?"

"Thereabouts," Bobby shrugged.

"We got history," Sheriff Mills said, glancing over to me. "And little Tori, here? I haven't seen you since you were, what, about this high?" She asked, holding her hand out by her knee.

"Yeah," I nodded, smiling at her.

"So, what do you say, just let me scope the place out?" Sheriff Mills asked the agent. "That okay? You could just wait outside."

Agent Adams nodded, turning towards the door, looking back at her over his shoulder. "Five minutes."

"Why did you send him outside?" Bobby asked once he left.

"'Cause judging by how pale your niece got, I didn't think you'd want him in here."

"I don't. I've got a body in the basement."

"My point."

"Yeah, but there's another one buried in the yard," I pointed out. Sheriff MIlls' eyes went wide at that.

"Damn it," She huffed, rushing to the front door to peer outside. "He's not there."

"Balls!" Bobby exclaimed.

The three of us headed outside where Agent Adams was waiting around the side of the house, nodding for us to follow him. As soon as he turned, I knew exactly where he was going, but what I didn't expect was to see the dirt in the grave completely uprooted.

"Do you mind explaining this?" He asked, turning back to us.

"What, you never had a septic tank explode on you?" Bobby asked. "I got it pretty well cleaned up, but watch where you step."

Agent Adams glanced down, checking the bottom of his shoes with a grimace before looking back up to us. "Alright, we're gonna head out."

"Okay, then."

Once they both left, Bobby practically dragged me back into the house, loading up a bag in full of knives in his kitchen. "Call Rufus."

"Alright." I nodded, taking his phone, scrolling down the contacts until I got to Rufus T, dialing it, putting the phone on speaker.

"Hell-"

"Get back here!" Bobby exclaimed.

"Get back–" Rufus scoffed. "I'm two states over, Bobby. I can't."

"The Okami ain't dead."

"Of course it is."

"Then something dragged its body out of that grave," I said.

"Did you use a bamboo dagger?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah." Rufus replied.

"Blessed by a Shinto priest?"

"I'm not an imbecile, Bobby."

"Did you stab it seven times?"

Rufus hesitated a moment. "Five times."

"It's seven!" Bobby exclaimed, exasperated.

"No, I'm pretty sure it's five."

"Well, clearly it's seven damn hole is empty. What was it feeding on when you found it?"

"Single white females while they slept," Rufus muttered as Bobby's eyes went wide.

"Well, I'm safe," I mumbled.

"I know who isn't," Bobby said, rushing outside. I hung up the phone, following him down the long pathway and across the street to the neighbors house where he hid behind a bush.

I crept up behind him, keeping my voice low. "What are we doing?"

"Jesus!" Bobby exclaimed, startled. "What are you doing here?"

"Did you really think I was gonna stay back there?"

"I hoped."

"Who's house is this?" I asked, realization hitting me. "Marcy?"

"Yeah."

"You know, she wouldn't be having this problem if you went on a damn date with her." I hissed.

Bobby looked over at me, his brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"It's obvious she likes you, you dummy."

"No."

"Oh, my god, Bobby, please," I rolled my eyes. "She brought you homemade cobbler. The woman wants you."

"Shut up, you idjit!" Bobby hissed quietly, watching as Marcy passed in front of the open window, closing and locking it. "Shit."

"Did it already get in?" I asked.

"Only one way to find out." Bobby said, running over to the front door, kicking it in.

"Bobby?" Marcy screamed.

"Where's your bedroom?!" he demanded.

"That way," Marcy said, pointing down the hallway with a shaking hand.

Bobby ran past her as I stepped inside, a sheepish smile on my face. "Sorry about this."

"Wha- who are you?" Marcy asked.

"A friend of Bobby's."

"What?"

"Come on," I said, attempting to pull her out of the house when she shook out of my grip.

"No, no," Marcy shook her head, moving towards the room that Bobby was all but ripping apart, searching for the Okami. "I'm trying to keep my cool but, what are you and this stranger doing in my house with a shotgun?"

"It might not seem like it now, but we're helping you," I muttered.

"Have you seen anything weird?" Bobby asked, standing to his feet after looking under the bed.

"You mean besides you two?" Marcy asked, her eyes raising to the ceiling, widening as they landed on something in the corner. I followed her gaze, seeing the Okami up there.

As it pounced, I pulled Marcy out of the way and it landed on Bobby instead, knocking him out of the window.

"Bobby!" I cried, looking back to the Okami as it began stalking towards Marcy. As quickly and gently as I could, I pushed Marcy out of the room, shutting the door just as the Okami slammed up against it.

"What is that thing?" Marcy asked in panic.

"An Okami," I said, grabbing her arm. "You have to come with me."

"I kind of don't have a choice, do I?"

"No," I shook my head, leading her outside where the sound of an engine roaring caught my attention. My eyes widened as i saw the Okami holding Bobby up against the mouth of Marcy's wood chipper, the blades turning behind him rapidly. I turned to Marcy. "Stay here, okay?"

Just as Bobby kneed the Okami in the stomach, I grabbed the monster from behind, allowing him to gain back his footing, the both of us pushing her into the blades, chuncks of flesh and spurts of blood flying out of the other end. I felt a few splatters of blood hit my face as we pushed the rest of her body though, until we couldn't anymore.

Bobby and I stepped back, exchanging a look as we breathed heavily. Bobby made his way over to the woodchipper controls, shutting the machine off. He looked up at Marcy, who I just now noticed was utterly shocked, completely covered in blood.

"I, uh, thought your woodchipper was broke," Bobby muttered. Smooth. I rolled my eyes.

"I just said that to get you over here," Marcy mumbled.

"Oh. Well, guess I could come over for dinner one night. Might be fun."

Marcy shook her head. "I don't think so."

Bobby shrugged, glancing back at me. "Story of my life."

From in the kitchen, I heard Bobby's phone ring, listening to his gruff voice as he answered it, leaving it on speaker. He knew I was listening.

"Yeah?" Bobby asked.

"You still alive, huh?" Rufus questioned.

"Don't act so surprised."

"How about Godzilla?"

"Put her down."

"You didn't let Tori do anything, did you?"

"You can't ever really let Vic do anything. She does what she wants."

"So that's a yes?"

Bobby sighed. "Yeah."

"Bobby, you- she's gotta stay safe," Rufus said, his voice nearly pleading.

"I know," Bobby mumbled.

Rufus cleared his throat. "So, you just happened to have a bamboo dagger blessed by a Shinto priest laying around?"

"Woodchipper."

"Oh. Okey dokey. Woodchipper, that- that pretty much trumps everything," Rufus muttered. "Look, listen, Bobby, thank you. I screwed up."

"Forget it. I figure I still owe you more than you owe me." Bobby mumbled.

I furrowed my brow, not sure of what he was talking about, noticing the obvious shock in Rufus's voice. "Alrighty, then add one more thing to the list. I got a lead on your boy Crowley."

In that moment, I forgot about pretending like I wasn't listening and made my way into the living room where Bobby shot me a knowing look. I smiled sheepishly as he grabbed a pencil and paper. "Go ahead, I'm all ears."

"Crowley, A.K.A, Fergus Roderick Macleod. Born in Canisbay, Scotland, sixteen-sixty-one."

"Great." Bobby nodded. "I don't know what that's gonna get me."

"Well, then, behind door number two, Bob. Crowley had a son."

God, that poor kid. I thought to myself.

"Did he now?" Bobby asked, looking interested.

"Yeah, by the name of Gavin. Mocced across the pond when his parents bit it. Captained a trading ship that went down in Massachusetts in seventeen-twenty-three. Couple of Cousteau wannabes found the wreck about thirty years ago."

"They fish out his bones?"

"No. No. They did find his signet ring, though. It's part of the Treasures from the Deep exhibit at the Maritime Museum at Andover."

"I need that ring." Bobby muttered.

"Ooh. Are you, um- you asking for my help, Bob?"

Bobby glared down at the phone, gripping it tight in his hand. "I'm asking for a ring."

"Bobby," I whispered, narrowing my eyes at him.

"And-" He made a pained face. "I'd appreciate your-"

I rolled my eyes, keeping my voice low. "Just say it, Jesus."

"Help getting it," Bobby finished, looking as though he'd just run a ten-K

Rufus chuckled. "Don't think I didn't hear Tori in the background there."

"Hi," I murmured sheepishly.

"Listen, I'm way ahead of you, brother," Rufus told Bobby. "I'm headed for Andover now. I should be there about midnight. You're thinking hostage exchange, aren't you? I mean, you get the ring, you can summon Junior's ghost. You can swap Crowley his son for your soul."

"Something like that." Bobby nodded.

"Let's hope that works out."

"Thank you, Rufus," I called out as Bobby hung up.

Bobby sighed, looking down at my blood-stained clothes. "You wanna go take a shower?"

I looked at his clothes, which weren't in a much better state than mine, shrugging. "You can first."

"No, go ahead, I'll wait to see if Rufus calls sooner."

"Okay," I nodded, making my way up the stairs.

As I got ready for my shower, I thought about the past few days, and how much Bobby really did. It seems like his work has tripled since me and the boys used to come here all the time. Or he was better at hiding it then.

Once my shower was done, I ran my fingers through my damp hair, heading back downstairs, hearing Bobby, once again, talking on the phone. "Dean? You alright?"

When Bobby saw me at the bottom of the stairs he leaned back, putting the phone on speaker so I could hear Dean. "Yeah, the Lamia grilled up just fine."

"I sense a but coming."

"Tori's right."

"Yeah? What about now?"

"It's Sam. He- he's just- he's different. You know, I get it. You go through something like that and – and you change, but... something's not right." Dean finished just as Bobby's phone began to beep, signaling another call coming in.

"Dean," Bobby called, but Dean just kept talking over him.

"I got a few questions about that year. And I'm sorry if Tori already asked them, she probably did, but I need to know. You saw him and I didn't."

"Dean, I got another call."

"You, what?"

"Just hang on. I gotta take this, it's important."

"More important than Sam?" Dean asked as Bobby switched the lines over, sirens blaring loud in the background of the call.

"Rufus?" Bobby asked.

"The good news is, I snagged the ring," Rufus muttered.

"What's the bad news?" I asked.

Bobby shook his head. "Tell me that ain't-"

"Yeah, yeah," Rufus said. "Three guesses and one of them – it ain't the paramedics. LIsten Bobby, I gotta stash this ring."

"Well don't swallow it."

"Right." Rufus paused. "I'm swallowing it, Bobby!"

"Don't swallow it!" Bobby exclaimed.

The only thing we heard next was a loud gulp followed by very obvious glugging. "Oh, hell."

"Hands where I can see them!" The voice of who I assumed to be a police officer came though the speaker.

"Whoa, whoa! That is unnecessary force!" Rufus exclaimed. "I know my rights!"

With a sigh, Bobby hung up on Rufus, going back to Dean. "Still there, Dean?"

"Bobby, what the hell?" Dean snapped.

"I, uh-" Bobby paused, pulling in a breath. "Sorry."

"You know you and Tori are the one people that I can talk to about Sam. You're the only one I can talk to about- about the- the baby. I'm terrified. I don't even know which way is up right now." Dean paused, waiting for Bobby's reply. "Hello?"

I watched as Bobby stared across the room, a glazed look in his eyes. It was almost like he forgot I was in the room. "I- I hear you son. It- it just ain't a good time."

"Yeah, okay," Dean scoffed. "Forget it. I mean I'm baring my soul like a freaking girl here and, uh, you've got stuff to do. So that is- that's fine. That's fine, but, seriously, a little selfish. Not all about you."

I felt a flash of anger run through me, grabbing the phone from Bobby's hand. He looked up at me in shock, telling me I was right, that he had zoned out so much he'd completely forgotten I was even in the room.

"Where is Sam?" I spat into the receiver.

"T- Tori?"

"Where is Sam?"

"Outside.

"Get him."

"What?"

"Get him. Now, Dean."

"Alright, hang on," Dean said, his voice muffled as he called for Sam.

"What are you doing?" Bobby asked.

"Either you leave the room or you hear what I'm about to say," I told him, raising an eyebrow. "Your choice."

"Tori? You're on speaker,"Dean said. "What's wrong?"

"You know what's wrong? Winchesters."

"What?"

"Winchesters are the whiniest, most self-absorbed sons of bitches. And yes, I am including myself in this." I paused looking to Bobby. "I'm guilty, too, Bobby. I'm sorry."

Bobby shook his head. "No-"

"Tori, what the hell is going on over there?" Dean asked.

"Are you having a mood swing?" Sam chimed in.

"You know what? Maybe I am. But I have every damn right to! Bobby does everything for us, and does he ever complain about it? No! He just keeps going. He never stops. We're not the only ones calling asking for his help twenty times a day, you know. There are other people that he helps. A lot of them. And what does he get for it? Suspected of being an accomplice for murder, that's what!"

"What are you talking about?" Dean asked. "You-"

"Do I sound like I'm fucking done?" I spat, pulling in a deep breath. "Dean, I know you have issues. I know Sam has issues. I have issues." I paused, feeling myself becoming emotional, tears filling my eyes. "I don't know if you forgot, but Crowley owns Bobby's soul! Any problems we have will still be hanging around in ten years, but at this rate, Bobby won't! So how about we pull our heads out of our asses, not fuck up for once, and actually save someone we love from going to hell!"

Silence fell over the room as I breathed heavily, looking over to Bobby to see him staring at me with his mouth hanging open slightly.

I huffed, looking back down to the phone when I didn't hear a response from either of the boys. "Did you hear me?!"

"Yes," Dean answered quickly.

"Yeah, Tori, yeah," Sam muttered, fast.

"Good," I pulled in a breath.

"What do you need us to do, Bobby?" Dean asked.

"Anything, we got it," Sam added.

"Anything, huh?" Bobby asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah."

"What about taking a flight to Scotland?"

Once we'd gotten off the phone, Bobby seemed to be walking on eggshells around me, not wanting to set me off again. I told him I was fine. There had just been so much going on lately, it was only a matter of time before I blew up.

Much to his dismay, I apologized again, hugging him tightly before heading up to bed. The next morning, I headed downstairs, finding Bobby sitting at the table, a glass of whiskey in his hands.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Before you got up, I went and met Sheriff Mills."

"Why?"

"To ask if she'd extradite Rufus here."

"And?"

"And she said no. Which means there's no chance of me getting that ring, which means-"

His voice was cut off by another knock at the door, just as Bobby was about to get up, I stopped him, making my way to the door. I opened it, the shock clear on my face when I saw Sheriff Mills standing there, Rufus next to her, a smile on his face as he walked past me and into the kitchen.

"Miss me?" He asked Bobby.

"I don't understand, Bobby said you wouldn't get Rufus extradited," I muttered.

"I didn't."

"What'd you do?"

"Listen, Bobby's a good guy. You, him and those boys, you do good things." She paused, swallowing hard. "I've seen it. Anyway, he needed help, so I pulled a few strings."

"You have no idea what you just did," I told her, tears in my eyes.

"Just tell me it's good. I don't need to know any details."

"It- it's very good. Trust me."

"For some reason, I do." She nodded, shooting me a small smile.

Bobby came out from the kitchen with Rufus behind him, looking to Sheriff Mills. "How did you-"

"Don't ask. You got one hour, then I call the feds and tell them he busted out."

"Thanks."

"I lose my job over this, I am taking it out of your ass!" Sheriff Mills said, shooting him a hard look as she left.

"Please tell me the ring is still in your stomach." Bobby mumbled to Rufus, who began looking around the kitchen.

Rufus patted his pockets, fishing through them before pulling the ring out, furrowing his brow at m as I grimaced. "What?"

"I'll go boil some water," I mumbled, passing by him, going into the kitchen.

That night, everything was set up in the basement. I stood in front of the bowl, preparing for the summoning spell as Bobby finished the circle of chalk a few feet in front of me. I pulled in a deep breath, glancing over at him. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be." Bobby nodded.

"Okay then,." I muttered placing a few more herbs into the bowl. "Amate spiritus oscorte tae quadaramos aramos nobiscume quarde ahpule nos chikitara"

With that, I threw a handful of powder at the candle, the flame flared high before falling quickly. I saw my own breath appear in front of my face, a chill running down my spine as the ghost of a young man dressed in very dated clothing flickered in front of us.

"Gavin MacLeod?" Bobby asked.

"Yes," The man nodded. "Is this hell?"

"That's gonna depend on you. You Fergus MacLeod's boy?" Bobby questioned. Gavin nodded. "Okay. We're gonna have a nice, long chat."

As I stood off behind the devil's trap painted on the ceiling, while Bobby finished up another summoning ritual, and Crowley appeared in the center of the room, looking annoyed.

"Well, you look like hammered shit," Bobby commented.

"And you're a vision, as always," Crowley mumbled, looking over to me, cocking his head to the side as he eyes very obviously trailed from my stomach to my face. "And you, Foxy. Truly radiant. Glowing, even. Are you using a new moisturizer? Essence of Winchester, perhaps?"

I grinned, gritting my teeth. "Shove it up your ass."

"Ah, yes. I nearly forgot how much of a lady you are." Crowley rolled his eyes, looking back to Bobby. "Don't we both know how this game ends? Really Bobby, you gotta know when to fold 'em."

"Word on the street is that ever since Lucifer went to the pokey, you're the big kahuna downstairs," Bobby said.

"I see you've been reading the trades."

"Trouble in paradise?" Bobby asked.

"Mate, you have no idea," Crowley mumbled, plucking a glass off of the counter, pouring a glass of a drink he'd brought himself, dropping a tablet of antacid in it. "I thought… when I got the corner office it was all going to be rainbows and two-headed puppies. But, if I'm being honest, it's been hell."

"Hell has been hell? Well, what a shame," I mumbled.

"You know what the problems with demons is?" Crowley asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"They're assholes?"

"Precisely. Evil lying prats. The whole lot of them. And stupid. Try to show them a- a new way, a better way. And what do you get? Bugger all."

I folded my arms, rolling my eyes. "You're such a revolutionary."

"I know. Eve, you get it. You know, there are some days that I think Lucifer's whole spike anything with black eyes plan wasn't half bad. Feels good to get it off my chest. We should make this a thing."

"Oh, I don't think so. After we're done here, I plan on never seeing your ugly face ever again."

"Well, you certainly know how to talk dirty to a man. Anyhoo. Obviously not here for a social call. So on with it," Crowley said, looking to Bobby."

Bobby started. "I want-"

"Save you the recap. In fact I'll do the shorthand for you." Crowley interrupted, pointing at Bobby, imitating him. "I want my soul back, idjit." he pointed to himself, going back to his normal voice. "'Fraid not." he pointed to Bobby again, doing an impression of his voice. "But I'm surly and I got a beard. Gimme! Blah, blah, blah." He then pointed to me, speaking in a high-pitched voice. "I hate demons, sarcastic comment. Witty retort from yours truly," He said gesturing to himself, looking back to Bobby. "The bottom line is, you get bubkes. Are we done?"

Bobby shook his head. "Just getting started."

"Are we?"

"Yup." I nodded, looking behind me where Gavin was waiting, now walking out. Crowley was visibly surprised, quickly trying to hide his reaction.

"Gavin? Is that you? It's been so long...I love you so-" Crowley dropped the facade, beginning to laugh. "Sorry. Your soul for my boy, is that it, right? I've got to give you credit for thinking outside the box on that one, but – problem is, I loathe the little bastard. You want to torture him, just let me pull up a chair and watch. Hell, burn his bones and send him down to me and we can have a family reunion. You picked the wrong bargaining chip this time, my friend."

"Oh, he's not a bargaining chip, Crowley." I shook my head, taking a step towards the edge of the devil's trap. "See, we just had a hunch that you, brace yourself, were probably the worst father to ever walk the earth And guess what? We were right. So since Gavin hates you probably even more than you hate him, he was more than happy to tell us everything."

Crowley glared over at Gavin, his voice short. "What did you tell them, son?"

"Like she said," Gavin grinned wickedly. "Everything."

"We know it all now, Fergus," I said his name in a Scottish accent.

"Don't call me that." Crowley spat, angry.

"You may be king of the dirt bags here and now, but then? Then, you were nothing but a two-bit tailor who sold his soul in exchange for an extra three inches below the belt," Bobby said.

"Just trying to hit double digits," Crowley grinned.

Bobby smiled. "So, you got a glimpse behind the curtain. And?"

"And now I know where you're planted."

"Hey, Crowley?" I asked, holding the phone out on speaker. "You've got a call."

"Hiya Crowley," Dean said, a grin in his voice.

"Dean. It's been a long time. We should get together. Maybe I can help you and Victoria paint your nursery?"

Dean faltered for a moment before getting himself back on track, pulling in a breath. "We'll have to set up a time for that when I get back."

"Back?"

"Yeah. Me and Sam, we've gone international. In fact, we're in your neck of the woods Did you really used to wear a skirt?"

"A kilt. I had very athletic calves," Crowley swallowed hard. "What's the game?"

"Dominoes," Dean replied. "In fact we just dug yours up"

Crowley shook his head, looking up to Dean. "This is ridiculous. The whole burning bones thing – it's a myth."

"I know an employee of yours who would disagree." Bobby told him.

"That's where she got to," Crowley mumbled.

"You demons. You think you're something special, but you're just spirits. Twisted, perverted, evil spirits. But, end of the day, you're nothing but ghosts with an ego," I said as Crowley clenched his jaw. "We torch your bones, you go up in flames."

"You hear that, Crowley?" Dean asked the audible sound of a lighter flicking coming through the speaker. "That's me flicking my BIC for you."

"Your bones for my soul," Bobby muttered as Dean continued to play with his lighter. "Going once…"

"Going twice…" I added.

"Bollocks," Crowley fumed, letting out a huff. With a wave of his hand, Bobby's contract appeared next to him and with a wave of his hand, the words on it began to erase.

"You can go ahead and leave in the part about my legs." Bobby said. Crowley rolled his eyes, but did as he was told, the paper disappearing from view. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"Now, if you'll excuse me," Crowley mumbled, glancing up at the devil's trap on the ceiling. Bobby nodded, scratching a line in the paint, releasing him.

Once again, we were on the phone with Sam and Dean as they drove back to the airport. This time, in the kitchen, I sat next to Bobby, the phone on the table in between us.

"So you ready for another nine hour flight?" Bobby asked.

"I guess," Dean replied.

"What did you do, drink your way through the first one?"

"No, he white-knuckled his way through four puke bags," Sam said.

"But at least I was sober," Dean said. "If some nutjob decided to try something, I was ready. I had a fork."

I chuckled, beginning to feel bad that I wasn't there to comfort him. "My poor baby. I wish I could help."

"Well, you're just gonna have to make it up to me when I get back," Dean said suggestively.

"Alright, alright," Bobby grumbled. "Listen, I appreciate you kids lending a hand."

"It's not like we had a choice," Dean commented. "Tori was about to reach through the phone and rip our throats out."

"If you want me to apologize, you're gonna be waiting a long time," I muttered.

"No. You- you were right."

"We take you for granted, Bobby," Sam said.

"You've been cleaning up our messes for years," Dean said. "Without you, I don't even want to think about where we would've ended up."

Bobby hesitated for a moment, trying to hide the emotion in his eyes from me. "Okay then, let's roll credits on this chick flick. You boys have a safe flight. And, uh, try some of the local grub, I hear it's... exotic."

"Oh yeah, no, definitely. We are. I hear they have an Olive Garden," Dean said sarcastically.

I laughed, shaking my head, smiling down at the phone. "Love you guys."

"Love you," Sam muttered.

"See you soon," Dean added before hanging up.

I waited a few minutes, letting the silence take over the room before breaking it. "They're right, you know,"

"About?" Bobby asked.

"We take you for granted."

"Vic-"

"It's true, Bobby. You believe me in when practically no one else did. You were there for me, and what do I do? Only call you when I need something? That's horrible." I shook my head at myself.

"You've got your own things going on…"

"That doesn't mean I stop paying attention to the people I love and care about," I said, noticing he began looking uncomfortable with my words. "Bobby, you're gonna have to get used to this kind of praise, you know."

"Why?" Bobby asked, furrowing his brow.

"Because your grandchild will know from the moment they're born what an amazing grandfather they have. And they're gonna adore you," I said, throwing an arm around his shoulders. Bobby looked up at me, a small smile on his face as he tried to force away the tears that appeared in his eyes. "But hey, the credits have already rolled on this chick-flick, right? Let's order a meat-lovers pizza, have some cobbler and watch some baseball. How's that sound?"

Bobby chuckled, nodding. "Pretty good, Vic. Pretty good."

Aw so many Bobby and Tori moments here :)

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