Title: One Hundred Years

Author: Molly

Chapter 3: Lists, lists and more lists

Disclaimer: The Supernatural verse and all its characters belong to the WB/CW and THE creator E. Kripke

A/N The guys are back!

Gabby stood in the doorway watching her uncle. Joe Winchester was a bear of a man; he resembled his great grandfather John Winchester.

Joe had laid out the list of hunters on the table in the library. Considering the names and making notes as he drank his scotch slowly.

"You wanted to see me Uncle Joe?"

"Ya, sweetheart. Danny Marcus will need a room here. Got any available?"

"Um, ya, there's an empty room next to the twins. I'll get it ready for him."

Joe nodded absently as he turned his attention back to the list.

"Uncle Joe? About Mickey, I know she doesn't have any field experience but she was trained to hunt. Put her with me, I'll keep an eye on her."

Joe refilled his glass and offered a drink to Gabby. Sitting on the edge of the desk, he considered Gabby for a long moment. Then shook his head, "I need you to lead one of the teams. You can't do that and watch out for Mickey too."

Gabby took a deep breath, ready to argue, but Joe continued quickly. "Relax. I'm taken' Mickey with me."

Gabby smiled, "You can't run a team and watch her any better than I can."

Joe nodded, "That's why I'm putting her with Danny."

Gabby looked skeptical but she trusted Joe's judgment. Leaning forward, she studied the teams Joe was putting together, offering suggestions. An hour later, Dan arrived and Gabby left to get him settled.

Joe continued working late into the night. He had a basic supply list; jump off points for each ring based on Ellen's information and was finally satisfied with the three teams. Stretching, he stood to carefully gather the papers and notes spread over the table and desk.

There was a sudden flutter of wings scattering the papers Joe had spent the last five hours organizing.

"Damn Cas, can't you ever pop in someplace without sending every scrap of paper flying?" chuckled Dean as he reached out to catch a sheet of paper as it floated past his nose. Joe stood clutching several sheets against his chest staring in shock at his three visitors.

"Hey Joey," Dean smiled at his grandson.

Cas glared at Dean as he handed Joe the stack of organized notes. Sam refilled Joe's scotch, as he took the papers from the shocked hunter. Dean pulled a chair over and gently pushed Joe down into it.

Then bending down to Joe's eye level Dean snapped his fingers in an attempt to get his attention. "Come on Joey. Talk to grandpa," Dean chuckled.

"It's Joe."

"Un huh" Dean turned toward Sam. "How's it look Sam?"

"Good, good." Sam looked across the papers he was reviewing, smiling "You did a nice job Joey. Just a few adjustments and we should be all set."

Joe downed his scotch. He would have protested the use of Joey, but he remembered his grandpa and uncles called him Joey just to bug him. "Thanks Uncle Sammy" he smirked. Sam raised an eyebrow as he looked at Joe over the papers he was holding. Dean and Cas laughed slapping Joe on the back, almost knocking him out of the chair.

Dean took the lists for the teams, scanning them he said, "Sam, you gonna take War?" At Sam's nod of agreement, Dean continued. "Cas, you take Pestilence and I'll take Famine. OK, Joe, I think your team should work with Cas. I want Mickey with Cas; he has the best chance of protecting her. Sam, Gabby's team would be the best to go after War's ring. That leaves Dakota's team with me."

Sam stood, leaving Joe's lists on the desk. "I'll want to speak with Ellen and the twins in the morning. I want to check their research."

"I need to meet with Rob and Ellen about supplies and weapons." Dean said as the three men walked through the door and disappeared.

Joe put all the papers in the safe. Shutting off the light as he left the library, he headed upstairs to his room. Joe was surprised that Dean was allowing Mickey to actually go on the hunt. But he wasn't surprised that Dean wanted Mickey with Cas. She was probably too young to remember, but Joe remembered. From the moment Dean saw his great great-granddaughter he adored her. She resembled his beloved wife in every way; in looks and personality. He had fought with Sam about her training. But finally Sam convinced Dean the best way for her to be safe was for her to know how to defend herself. That didn't necessarily mean she would be a hunter. And on Dean's orders Mickey had never been taken on a hunt, not even a training hunt.

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