A/N: Sorry! Mid term season plus 35 hours of work equals hardly any spare writing time. Hope to get more posted soon!

S3 EP 33 THE KIDS ALL RIGHT

One thing was becoming very clear to Bridget as she sat with her back against the wall in the restaurant and her legs drawn up so her sketch pad was resting on her bent knees. And that was the fact Sam was giving her a headache with his endless search to save Dean from his certain death. He was on the phone once more with Bobby as he frantically searched his laptop for some hoodoo spell to save his brother. Bridget wanted him saved to but she wasn't going to waste time spent with Dean on it, at least not yet.

She sat there listening to Sam argue with Bobby, a bored look upon her face as Dean started coming back from the bathroom. Sam frantically hung up.

"Hey. Who was that?" Dean asked, sliding in next to Bridget.

"I was just…ordering a pizza," he said frantically.

Bridget rolled her eyes. Dean pointed out the obvious. "Dude, we're in a restaurant."

Sam gave Bridget a pleading look. She rolled her eyes again. "Well you know Sam. He's weird with his food cravings and they don't serve pizza here."

Dean seemed to buy it and nodded. "So, I think I got something."

"Shouldn't you tell that to your doctor?" Bridget went on drawing.

"Ah ha, you're so funny," he dead panned and continued. "Cicero, Indiana. Falls on his own power saw."

Sam raised his eyebrows, "And? That, that's it? One power saw?"

"Well…yeah," he nodded.

"And you think that this is a case?" Bridget asked.

"Well, I don't know. Could be."

"I don't know, Dean," Sam shook his head shutting off his laptop.

"Okay, there's something better in Cicero than just a case."

"And that is…" Bridget said waiting for it.

"Lisa Braiden," Dean said.

Bridget snorted. "Ohh I've heard this story." Sam looked confused.

"Should I even ask?" he said to Bridget.

"Remember that road trip I took, uh... gosh, about eight years ago now? You were in Orlando with dad wrapping up that banshee thing."

"The five states, five days," Sam said.

"Well, kind of. Although I spent most of my time in Lisa Braeden's loft," he admitted.

"So let me get this straight. You want to drive all the way to Cicero just to hook up with some random chick?"

"Sounds about right," Bridget mumbled.

"She was a yoga teacher. It was the bendiest weekend of my life. Come on. Have a heart, huh? It's my dying wish."

"You've got a lot of dying wishes," Bridget said.

"I want as many as I can get. Come on. Smile, guys! God knows I'm gonna be smiling
after 24 hours with Gumby girl," he chuckled at that. "Gumby girl."

Dean pulled up to the hotel and Sam got out. Bridget didn't move. "Don't wait up guys…"

"I'm going with you," Bridget said.

"No you're not," he pointed at the door. "Out."

"Nope," she folded her arms over her chest. "I'm going with you so I can at least have the car and go see a movie or something. I'm not going to be trapped in a room with your brother all day again."

"Oh come on!"

"I'm taking the car, Dean."

He growled driving off and she moved into the front seat. "You're not staying there."

"Course not. I don't need to be scarred like Sam is."

"He's overplaying it," Dean defended.

"I think I'd be scarred."

"You'd be in envy."

She snorted, "I'd be terrified."

"Just give me a weekend."

"Ha!" she laughed shaking her head. "You don't change after all these years."

"I'll keep trying til the day I die…so I have less than a year."

Bridget ignored the comment not wanting to think of a life after Dean. They arrived at the house a few minutes later and he was shocked that she started walking towards the house with him. "Hey, I told you that you weren't sticking around."

She gestured at all the cars parked on the street and the balloons tied to the mailbox. "Obviously there's a party going on so I might as well grab some free food while I'm here."

He nodded, "I've taught you well. Get the food and get out."

She rolled her eyes as he knocked. "Fine."

A very pretty and slender brunette opened the door, her light eyes widening as she saw Dean. He gave her that charming smile. "Lisa. How's it going? Wow. So, how long has it been?"

"Dean! Wow… eight, going on nine years now."

"Crazy right!"

"Yeah. So what are you doing here?"

"Oh, well, uh…me and my brother and our friend, Bridget, here were driving through town and I had her drop me off here to surprise you."

"Yeah. Dean Winchester. Wow. Just...wow. I'm - I'm sorry. You kind of came at a bad time. We're having a party," she shook her head slightly but even Bridget knew that wouldn't deter Dean.

"A party? Well, I love parties." He nudged his way past her and Bridget followed him to the back. Stopping in surprise when she saw it was a kids birthday party as at last three eight year olds ran past her. She looked up at Dean who seemed just as shocked. He turned to Lisa in confusion. "So, uh, who's the party for?"

"Ben. My son…"

"Oh…you have a…"

"Son…yeah," she pointed across the way. "That's him over there."

Bridget spotted the boy in the black shirt and jeans with somewhat spikey dark hair opening a present. "AC/DC. Sweet! They rule!"

Bridget's eyes widened. "How old is he, Lisa?"

"Eight. Can you guys excuse me for one minute," she walked away leaving Bridget and Dean standing in utter shock.

"Dean…he's eight…how long ago did you say you were with her…"

He gulped, "Eight years…"

"I was afraid you'd say that."

"I need some cake."

"I need more than cake," she nodded but followed him to get a slice.

Ben was at the table getting a piece as they approached.

"So, it's your birthday?" Bridget asked the little boy.

"Guilty. "

"Pretty cool party," Dean told him.

"Dude, it's so freakin' sweet. And this moon bounce -it's epic."

Bridget almost choked on her cake. He sounded like Dean. Apparently his attitude was genetic.

"Yeah…it's awesome," Dean agreed with an awkward confused smile.

"You know who else thinks they're awesome? Chicks. It's like hot-chick city out there," he pointed at a girl. "Think I'm gonna go make my move."

"Go for it," Bridget choked, downing a cup of punch as the kid walked off. Her eyes couldn't widen any further. After Ben was out f ear shot she finally blurted what was on her mind, "Oh my God! He's a mini you! I am officially in the twilight zone."

"Where do you think I am?" Dean scoffed.

"An early hell?"

"We need to go talk to Lisa," he grabbed Bridget's arm and half dragged her to the kitchen where Lisa was looking slightly perplexed. The look seemed to vanish when she saw Dean.

"Hey. How you guys doing?" she put on a smile though Bridget saw through it. Something was bothering her and she was doubting it was the same thing that was bothering Dean. She followed where Lisa had been looking and saw a mother with her daughter…but something didn't seem right about the little girl. She looked to be too serious for her young age.

"Great, we, uh, just met Ben. Great kid," he said slightly panicking.

"Yeah he is."

"I couldn't help but notice that, uh, he's turning eight. You and me...you know."

"You're... not trying to ask me if he's yours?"

"No…," he laughed nervously. "No of course not."

"That's exactly what he's doing," Bridget cut in

"No, he's not," Lisa said plainly.

"Right," Dean sighed and noticed another woman with her daughter, but even to Dean something looked a little off. "Something wrong with your friend?"

"She's been through a lot. Her ex just died in this horrible accident."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear about that," Bridget said. "I read about that. Power saw accident?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Guess there's been a lot of bad luck in the neighborhood lately."

That peeked their interest. "What kind of bad luck?" Dean asked and figured they might have a case and reason to stick around.

Bridget knocked briefly on the motel room door hoping Sam wasn't having any alone time on the other side of the door as she pushed it open. "Hey, we got a case."

"Really?" he asked looking up from his laptop, thankfully his pants were buttoned.

Dean nodded, dropping a folder with everything Bridget found at the library in it next to him. "Yeah. You know that one freak accident we read about in the paper? There's four more that never even made the paper, all in this Morning Hill gated community. People falling off of ladders and drowning in their Jacuzzis all over the neighborhood."

He nodded, going through the file. "That is weird."

"Yeah, something's up. Something these nice, big gates can't protect them from."

"And there's something not right about that little girl we saw…" Bridget added.

"What? Kate's daughter? Her dad just died."

"No…there's something more, trust me…I just don't know what yet."

"Your spidey senses tingling?" Dean asked arching an eyebrow.

"Something like that," she nodded. "Guess that means we go under cover." She popped open a suit case and took out a suit. "And Sam's the man to do it."

Sam's findings were small, but he did agree with Bridget on something not being right with a few of the kids in the town. They were creepy, just staring off at nothing and the mothers appeared shaken up. Not to mention the red mark Sam found on the window of one of the men who had an accident. Bridget continued drawing the spinning wheel in her sketch book as she sat next to Dean on a bench in a park waiting for Sam to call.

"Hey," Dean tapped Bridget's leg and she looked up from her drawing. "Isn't that Ben?"

She spotted the kid sitting sadly on a bench diagonal from them. "Sure is. He looks bummed out."

"Let's go see about what," Dean suggested and started heading over to him. Bridget followed sitting on the other side of the lonely eight year old. "Hey Ben. What's up?" Bridget asked him.

"Hey. You guys were at my party."

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm Dean. This is Bridget. Everything okay? Something wrong?" Ben didn't say anything. Dean looked up and noticed a group of boys playing with a gameboy that looked strikingly similar to the one Ben had at his party. "Is that your game they're playing with?"

"Ryan Humphrey borrowed it, and now he won't give it back."

"Well, you want me to go..." Bridget started until Ben cut her off.

"No! Don't go over there! Only bitches send a grown-up."

"You're not wrong," Dean mumbled.

"And I'm not a bitch."

"Is that Humpy? The fat kid who needs to lay off McDonalds?" Bridget asked, pointing across the way.

Ben chuckled, "Yeah."

"Hmm," Dean said and rubbed at his chin. He glanced at Bridget. "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin' he needs to learn?"

Bridget tapped a clear nail against her chin, "He sure does."

"Learn what?" Ben asked.

He scooted him to sit between him and Bridge, "Okay, here's what you do…"

Dean and Bridget watched minutes later as Ben walked over to Ryan, The next thing they knew Ben had kneed Ryan in the groin and gotten his Gameboy back.

Dean laughed to Bridget, "Oh man, that was awesome."

Their joy was cut off by a very furious Lisa. "Benjamin Isaac Braeden! What's gotten into you?"

"He stole my game," Ben defended.

"So you kick him? Since when is..." Lisa noticed Dean's grin. "Did you tell him to do that?"

"What? Somebody had to teach him how to kick the bully in the nads."

"Who asked you to teach him anything?" she hissed and started moving her son to the car.

"Just relax."

"What are you even still doing here? We had one weekend together a million years ago. You don't know me. You have no business with my son."

"Lisa," he called after her.

"Leave us alone."

Ben broke away from her for a moment and hugged Dean. "Thanks."

Dean patted his back in surprise and watched him drive off giving him a wave as Lisa glowered.

Heading back to the hotel they found Sam back in his street clothes in front of his laptop. "I'm sticking to something isn't right with these kids," Bridget said as she put her sketch pad back in her purse. "At the park I noticed two kids not doing anything. They were just standing there watching the other kids play. It was freaky."

"Yeah. Tell me about it. What do you guys know about changelings?"

"Evil monster babies?" Dean asked.

"Not exactly babies," Bridget shook her head and adjusted her tank top.

"You guys mean the kids. Creepy, "stare at you like you're lunch" kids?"

"Yeah. There's one at every victim's house."

"Every victim?"

Sam nodded. "So, changelings can perfectly mimic children. According to lore, they climb in the window, snatch the kid. There were marks on the windowsill at one of the kid's houses. Looked to me like blood."

Dean grabbed a torch out of his weapon back, trying to fix it. "The changeling grabs a kid, assumes its form, joins the happy fam just for kicks?"

"Not quite. Changelings feed on the mom: synovial fluid. The moms have these odd bruises on the back of their necks. Changelings can drain them for a few weeks before mom finally croaks," Sam explained.

Dean nodded, "And then there's dad and the babysitter."

"Seems like anyone who gets between the changeling and its food source ends up dead," Bridget added.

Dean held up his torch, "And fire's the only way to waste them?"

Sam nodded, "According to my research it is."

"Great. We'll just bust in, drag the kids out, torch them on the front lawn. That will play great with the neighbors. What about the real ones? What happens to them?"

He looked at his laptop. "Says they stash them underground somewhere. I don't know why, but if it's true, the real kids might be out there."

Bridget stood up, stretching. "We better start looking."

"So, any kid in the neighborhood is vulnerable?" Dean asked.

"Yup," Sam said closing down his computer.

"We gotta make a stop. I want to check on someone."

"If the real kids are still alive, we don't have time," Sam argued.

Bridget patted his shoulder, "Trust me, Sam. We need to check on this kid. We actually like this one."

Ten minutes later they were at Lisa's house and Dean was back in the car in a panic, driving off. "They got Ben."

"What?" Bridget exclaimed sitting forward. "Are you sure?"

"Yup, there's a red mark on the windowsill and that kid in there wasn't Ben."

"The blood mark?" Sam asked.

"It's not blood and I think I know where they are," Dean said as he parked the car in front of an empty house.

"Here?" Bridget asked. She got out of the car and walked towards the house with them, frowning she bent down and touched the dirt. It was red and chalky. "Red dirt…"

"That's what was on the window. Sam, you take the front. I'll go around the back with Bridget."

It didn't take long for Bridget to pick the lock. She moved her gun around the empty area, motioning for Dean to follow. He moved into the next room. It was empty except for the cages filled with kids. Ben was in one of them. Dean moved over to the cage and Bridget stayed standing with her gun in hand, watching the doors.

"Ben..Ben...it's okay. I'm gonna get you out of here," Dean told him, picking the lock.

A shrieking noise caught Bridget's attention. "We gotta go. Now!" Bridget said and helped Dean get the rest of the kids. There was no time to reach the back door. Dean quickly knocked out a window, using his jacket to removed the glass and helped the kids get out.

Sam hurried into the room, breathless. "There's a mother changeling."

"That would be what I heard," Bridget said point blank.

"We got to get these kids out quick."

"There's one more," Bridget pointed at a cage.

"I guess that's why the changelings are keeping the kids alive -so the mom can snack on them," Sam said, breaking the lock on the last cage.

Bridget helped the little girl out and looked at Ben. "Ben, get them out of here! You're in charge. Go!" She came back in the window to see the mother changeling. The real estate woman from the party. "Oh I should have figured with the cheap suits you wear."

Dean moved in first. With one easy blow she sent him through the unfinished wall, proving to be stronger than she looked. Sam grabbed the torch Dean dropped and flicked pen the lighter. The Mother was faster. She kicked the lighter out of his hand before kicking him in the other direction leaving Bridget standing. Bridget glanced at the torch, knowing the lighter was behind her. There was only one plan and it was going to hurt. She grabbed the torch making a slow move for the lighter. The mother did exactly what she hoped. She grabbed Bridget by her hair and tossed her in the other direction.

"Bridget," Dean called out, watching her get tossed and hoping she wasn't hurt. He moved towards the Mother. She deflected his blow and hit him in the face twice before knocking him into another wall, blood dripping from his lip.

That was all Bridget needed to anger her. She stared at the lighter and felt something inside her switch on. The lighter moved from the window sill straight into her hand. She moved to her feet, lighting the lighter. "You really shouldn't have done that." She ignited the torch sending the Mother up in flames. She screamed for a moment before burning into nothing.

Dean dusted himself off, helping Sam to his feet. "Well, that went well."

"Glad I could save your asses," Bridget smiled.

"I was just distracting her," Dean said.

Bridget rolled her eyes, "Oh, I'm sure."

"Let's just call it a night," Sam suggested rubbing his jaw.

Dean cracked his shoulder with a wince. "Yeah, good idea."

The next morning they had the car loaded ready to leave town. But first, of course, Dean had to stop by to see Lisa and Ben. Bridget went with him while Sam stayed at the hotel to fix some things. She didn't like the way his voice sounded or the look in his eyes. He was hiding something from them. She could tell. He hadn't been the same in the last couple weeks since they took care of the seven sins. He'd been more secretive. She just wasn't sure why.

She glanced up from the page in her book she had read a hundred times but still couldn't remember from lack of focus. However it did cause her to focus in on Lisa kissing Dean on the porch. She felt her heart sink and her face get red as she pressed her tongue to her cheek in what she assumed was anger and…jealousy? She looked away. Why would she be jealous of Dean kissing another woman? Why would it cause these mixed emotions? Dean was…well Dean…but she still couldn't help the jealousy.

Her thoughts were broken as he entered the car. "You ready?"

"Yup, let's go get your brother."

After a quick pit stop for food since Dean was "starving", he honked the horn for Sam, neither wanting to get out of the car. Bridget moved to the back seat as Sam approached getting in. She saw the same off look in his eyes. "What were you doing?"

"Just research," he said simply. It was good enough for Dean as he drove with the radio blaring, munching on a burger. Bridget noticed though. Something wasn't right.

Bridget reached over and grabbed a burger, catching a faint scent of perfume on Sam that wasn't hers. She glanced back at the hotel as they drove off wondering who had been there with him. She knew he'd continue to lie, but she'd figure it out. Because whatever it was Sam was doing, Bridget had a deep feeling it was going to lead to something malevolent …and her instincts were never wrong.