A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who is reading! I would love to hear from you guys!

This chapter is extremely light, it is mainly happy filler and family bonding. No cliff hangers in sight! Next chapter will be back to the typical Winchester angst.

Thank you so, so much for getting to Part 2 of this tale with me! I cannot thank you all enough!

I do not own Supernatural, Sherlock Holmes, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any other movies, books, TV shows, and/or music referenced in this story.

Chapter 1

Here's Jack!

"I don't think I saved the receipts Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes at his best friend.

Victoria looked at her nephew. He was, well, he was adorable. She noted he looked quite a bit like Castiel's vessel, with her sister's hair. She assumed the resemblance was due to the fact that Jack chose Castiel for his father, and no one would have any trouble believing that.

"Hello Jack."

"Hi Aunt Victoria! And Uncle Sam. And Dean."

Sam was not expecting the "Uncle" but he decided to go with it. Stranger things had happened to him than being the Uncle to a teenager in minutes.

"Hey Jack."

"All right kid, uh, your Aunt and Uncle here are going to get you some clothes. Mom, maybe he's hungry?" Dean was good at taking charge, he motioned Cas over to him once Jack and Mary were out of earshot. "We need to take care of Elizabeth." He spoke quietly. Cas nodded in understanding.

Victoria was absentmindedly driving to the closest department store. She couldn't find words, not even for Sam.

"What was he, like five ten?"

Victoria looked at Sam. "I think so. He was a couple inches shorter than Castiel. And he is six feet?"

"I guess. Yeah, because he's a couple inches shorter than Dean, who is a couple inches shorter than me, and I'm six four."

"A newborn onesie would have been so much easier."

"Why do you think he's a teenager already?"

"I assume it is for protection. Jack will draw attention quickly. Even with our combined skills and Ezekiel attempting to keep the angels at bay and Crowley the demons, we're going to have a lot to contend with."

"So, he didn't get to be a kid, not even for a day." Sam looked out the window.

"We will teach him to defend himself of course, but I don't see a reason to make him hunt unless he wants to. He can still be a teenager, can he not?"

"Yeah. We can uh, let him be as much of a kid as he can be."

Victoria had to practically tear Sam away from the flannels.

"We don't need to mold his style. Let's stick with as plain of clothes as possible and let him decide later."

"What about for a jacket?"

"Just a jacket, Sam, no designs!"

Sam was holding onto jeans, pajamas, and several t-shirts. Due to weather Victoria also got him some plain long sleeve shirts and a couple jackets. She pretended not to notice when Sam grabbed one flannel. She owed him one for not saying anything when she picked out a t-shirt with the periodic table of elements on it.

"He needs electronics too right? I mean, I'd be lost without my phone, and you without your laptop."

"Yes, right, electronics."

Sam and Victoria may have gone a bit overboard, but neither one of them had a nephew before, and well, they felt they needed to somewhat make up for a lost childhood.

"Books?"

"We have a lot of research books back at the bunker."

"Right, but what about book books? Like good books you get lost in?"

"Books."

Four stores later, Sam and Victoria made it back to the safe house.

Dean was not impressed with the amount of stuff they bought. "I sent you out for some clothes, and you come back with friggin' Target?"

"He needs things, Dean."

Dean looked at Tor and furrowed his brow. He could tell he was going to have to take the role of the strict parent in this situation. "By the way, the kid eats a lot. It's like he's two humans and no angel. So, we're gonna have to budget for that." Dean Winchester never thought he would say 'budget' in the entirety of his life. "So you're gonna have to pick up cases Auntie." He took the bag of clothes from Sam and marched back into the house.

"I think I got in trouble." Victoria looked at Sam.

"He gets like that. He's fine." Sam handed her a couple of the bags before he closed the door.

Victoria watched as Sam was teaching Jack how to use his laptop, phone, and tablet. The child was incredibly intelligent and picked up on things almost instantly. She smiled as she looked at the chemistry t-shirt he chose to wear. As Sam was programming all their numbers into Jack's phone, the boy came to sit by her.

"Uncle Sam's mom made me burgers, I think they're my favorite. But then I had pie, and that was also my favorite."

"You can have more than one favorite. You can have a favorite type of burger, and a favorite type of pie."

"But only one favorite type of food?"

"Well, that's typically how it works. But there is not one person in this house who does well with limitations."

Jack smiled, and Victoria wanted nothing more than to protect that innocence.

"Dad said that everyone here is special, like me. But most people aren't special like we are and we have to hide what we can do in front of them, unless we're saving them."

"Yes, he is right. However, we can have fairly normal-ish lives."

"I know what I am Aunt Victoria. Its okay, I'm happy. My mom said everyone here would protect me, and teach me how to use my powers."

"Yes, Jack, we will protect you. And we will teach you as many things as we can. Some will be about your powers, some will be about being a good citizen, and some will be about making the world a better place. We are all here for you."

Jack wrapped his arms around his Aunt. She held onto him tightly and lamented all the things he already lost. She kissed the top of his head as Sam was walking over to hand him his phone.

"All of our phone numbers and emails are in here. Cas is your emergency contact. If anything ever goes wrong call him first."

Jack smiled at Sam. "Thank you Uncle Sam."

Jack took his new gadgets and went to his room.

"Did you put parental controls on his devices?"

Sam looked at Victoria, "Of course. We're responsible right?"

"Yes. He'll be okay, right?"

"He'll be great."

Victoria was awakened by a presence standing over her. Startled, she sat straight up. Sam had his gun in one hand and was covering Victoria with his free arm. He put his gun back on the nightstand when he saw it was Jack.

"I wanted to show you something I discovered on this iPad." He sat down next to Victoria, causing her to scoot closer to Sam. At this point they were all three leaning against the headboard.

Jack was on YouTube. He hit the red 'play' button and a black and white kitty started meowing and swatting a yarn ball. "Can we get one? Dad said I had to ask you."

"I didn't mean right now, Jack." Castiel appeared in the doorway. "I am sorry, apparently Jack does not require much sleep, and I thought I should show him other creations."

"Cas, you wanted to watch cat videos."

"And I may have wanted to watch cat videos."

Victoria Doyle wondered just how her life got to the point where it teetered between a sitcom and horror film.

"Can we get one?"

Victoria looked at Sam and then her nephew. "Well, pets take a lot of care, and time."

"But they teach responsibility."

Victoria looked accusingly at Sam.

Sam shrugged and smiled. "But, we should probably get a cat and a dog, to teach Jack about different types of responsibility."

Jack started to type in 'Cute dog videos' in the search bar.

"Yes, that's true. However, if we were to get a pet, a cat would probably be a better idea because we're away a great deal of the time, and cats are more self-sufficient than dogs."

"I did always think we were one species short."

Victoria looked at Castiel and honestly couldn't believe she was having this conversation with an angel and one of the most terrifying hunters in the world.

Victoria turned her attention back towards her nephew. "Jack, I think we should probably discuss this in the morning. We have other people that we live with, and we have to consider them as well."

"Okay Aunt Victoria." Jack gave her a quick hug before bouncing off the bed and out of the room.

Before he could be chided Cas put both his hands up as if to say, 'I know' turned around and closed the door behind him.

"Maybe a Golden Retriever?"

"You were the complete opposite of helpful in that situation."

"I like dogs."

"So do I Sam, but it's not very practical is it?"

"What if it was Tor, I mean one day?"

Victoria scooted back over to her side of the bed and looked at Sam. "What do you mean?"

"Well, Jack is going to make everything better, right? He's practically already grown, so that whole fixing the world thing shouldn't be too far off. We could have a dog, a house, and jobs. Careers. I could be a lawyer, and you could be a chemist. Dean could own a garage. Cas could teach Religious Studies at some college. We'd live like two houses down from each other. Jack could stay wherever he wanted, he'd go to school, have a life."

"You would want all that with me?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Sam, I'm not going to change and suddenly become someone I'm not just because all the supernaturals are gone."

"Tor, I know that. I wouldn't expect you too. I like you just the way you are. Look, before I knew I needed you, I knew who you were. I don't care. I want you because of who you are, not in spite of it."

"Sam, I…"

"You know everything about me. Everything. And you choose to still want me. I've done horrible things, Tor. And you don't care. There's no difference. So stop thinking you're not the girl for me just because you weren't the girl for anyone else. I don't care who doesn't get it or who doesn't understand. I need you no matter if we're hunting werewolves or helping Jack write college essays."

"I need you too."

Victoria suddenly giggled.

Sam looked at her inquisitively.

"Can you imagine Castiel's poor students?"

Sam started to laugh. "Yeah, that would be interesting to watch."

"He would most definitely say 'My Father' instead of God."

"And probably refer to the other angels as 'brothers and sisters'."

"Definitely."

Victoria reached over to turn off the light Jack left on. "Good night Sam Winchester."

"Good night Victoria Doyle."