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Sadly, I own no Winchesters, only my OC Riley. Thank you for stopping by. Please read and review!

CitrineMama

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"I want his bible." That made Sam and Dean look at one another questioningly; Bobby had a bible? Riley crossed the room and headed up stairs, taking them two at a time and the boys followed again. She pushed open the master bedroom door and went straight to his closet, squatting down to find the item at the bottom.

She pulled it out, wrapped in a stained cloth. It was navy blue and cracked and worn. The two men watched her hold it to her chest for a moment and let out a soft sob. "Bobby told me he wanted me to have his bible if... something ever happened to him."

Riley rose and sat down on the end of Bobby's bed, opening it slowly. There were papers and envelopes inside, tucked carefully into the pages. One read her name in his careful print. That made a fresh batch of tears roll down her face. She held it to her chest. It was thick, probably having several pages inside.

She set it aside a moment later and flipped open a few more pages. "These are for you guys... I guess." Riley's voice was soft and the two men looked shocked as she handed them two envelopes as well, their names in Bobby's handwriting. The two men didn't look at one another this time, their eyes trained on the envelopes.

Almost in unison, they tucked the envelopes inside their jacket breast pockets. Riley wiped her tears with the heel of her hand before she stood up on shaky legs in front of the brothers. She brushed by Sam's right side and moved down the hallway. The two men followed, stopping in the doorway of the bedroom at the end of the hallway.

It had always remained closed when they were in town to see Bobby and neither one ever thought anything of it. It was clearly her room.

The bedspread was fluffy and tan, one of those throw type blankets, neatly tucked in with two pillows at the top. She was rooting around through the nightstand drawer and pulled out a few items. The closet door was open and her things were hanging inside.

Dean nudged Sam's ribs and nodded towards several picture frames on the dresser nearest the door where they were standing. There were several of the brunette and Bobby; the pair all smiles at her graduation in her navy blue cap and gown, one of her probably 6 or 7 years prior, Bobby's arm around her shoulders.

There was one that stood out to Sam and he spoke. "Is that your mom?" The blonde woman was standing with Riley and Bobby and Riley looked to be about 8 years old, wearing a pink dress at eating cake at a birthday party.

"Yeah." There was so much more behind her one word answer.

"Why don't I go grab a couple of pizzas or something?" Dean was itching to pry into how on earth that Bobby had managed to have some semblence of nromalcy without either of them knowing about it.

Riley sighed softly. "I have money."

Dean gave her a look. "You can buy next time." That made the corner of her mouth turn up in a small smile. "I'll be back." His footsteps faded and thudded down the staircase.

"So you've always stayed here?" Sam leaned against the doorframe, his eyes on the brunette.

"Every break from school." Sam didn't say anything and she continued. "I'm done with my minor and I was headed here to do laundry and spend the summer with Bobby." Another sob escaped her lips.

He pushed off the doorway and she felt his arms come around her shoulders in a tight hug. Sam patiently waited for her to be the first to let go. Riley let him hug her for a few moments before Sam felt her hand on his stomach. "I'm so sorry, Riley. Bobby was like a father to us too."

"He was a good man." She sniffled.

"The best."

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Sam and Riley would up in the living room, nursing along some whiskey in glass tumblers, talking about Bobby.

"Riley," He shifted to lean forward, setting his drink on the stained coffee table. "How much did you know about Bobby's hunting life?" She shrugged, already feeling a bit buzzed from the amber fluid she swirled in her glass.

"I know my dad thought it was more important that family." She said wryly and Sam frowned.

"Do... you know what they hunted?"

Riley's eyes narrowed a bit at his strange question. "Big game, I guess."

He wiped a hand over his mouth nervously. "When did your dad... take off?"

"When did he abandon his family?" The brunette's snarky correction made his eyesbrows go up. "I was five." Sam nodded. "Why do you even care about my absent father? Bobby more than made up for it."

"What was your dad's name?" Sam couldn't help himself. Riley set down the tumbler on the coffee table harder than she should have, the remainder of the amber fluid sloshing over the side. Dean came through the front door then, two pizza boxes in his hands. He immediately felt the tension in the room and Sam shrugged.

"Why does it matter? He's not in my life anymore.." Riley pushed off the couch to pace the wood floors in front of the coffee table.

Dean gave his little brother a pointed look; usually Sam was the one who could calm the storm, but this was not the case. "Let's just relax here, guys." Dean's gruff voice made her eyes closed painfully. "Here." He set the pizza boxes down and pulled off his jacket to sit down on the chair.

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