Hello my little Becca Backers!

I hope you're all doing well. I cannot even tell you how excited I am to be writing again. Especially because I haven't been for some time.
I don't want to rattle on here for too long, so I'll just remind you to check out Not Our Emily on sweetkiwi604's page, along with My Twist to the Winchester Tale and Sisterhood of the Traveling Hunters. One I personally worked on and cowrote, and the other two feature Miss Beccaface as a character that I hope you'll love!

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Burning Bridges & Cars

Ages:
Dean - 21
Sam/Becca - 17

Year:
2000; Mid Fall

Becca's POV

"You can't be serious," I huffed as Dean pulled up to the junkyard. Here I was, seventeen years old and I still wasn't allowed to go on these hunts with them. What was the point of making me train and bust my ass if at the end of the day I was still being told no? "Why are we here?"

"You heard Dad. You're not coming with," Dean told me without even so much as a shrug of the shoulders. His arm was still lying along the top of the seat, the music playing while he just coasted towards the front door.

"This is bullshit," I bit. "I shouldn't have to be here. I should be coming on this hunt with you guys, and you know it."

Dean rolled his eyes, shifting the car to park as we stopped in front of the porch. "I know I'm getting sick of your attitude. You've been bitchin' for the last four hours. You knew we were coming here, so knock it off."

Throwing open my door, I glared at the dash. "Blow it out your ass, Dean. I'm sick of you." I barely made it out of the car before he was yelling at me from his spot. I slammed the door in his face and made my way to the trunk to grab my duffle, waiting for him to meet me with the keys.

"You know what," he barked as he practically tackled me against the side of the car. "I've had it with you. You better learn some damn respect—"

"For who? You?" I couldn't help the harsh laughter that left my mouth. "Please. Who are you to deserve any kind of respect from me?"

"God damn it, Rebecca—"

"Don't call me Rebecca. You don't get to call me Rebecca." My voice was a harsh growl and my fists were clenched as I faced him. Well, to the best that I could. He was still taller than me, and to be honest, the guy is way more fit than I am. He's huge. He's a wall, and if I didn't know that I could push all his buttons without getting to the scary part just yet—I wouldn't have. Except I know him and right now I just honestly don't have a single care to give about any of it. I wanted him out of my face. The only benefit to having to be here was that I got to be here without him.

His jaw was tight and I actually felt a trickle of fear enter my veins at the look he shot me. "You know what? I'm done. I'm over whoever the hell you think you are lately but it's ending here and it's ending now. You're gonna do what your told and you're gonna shut up about it, do you understand?"

I secured my stance and only furthered my glare. "You don't get to tell me what I'm going to do."

A dark chuckle left him as he tipped his head towards his chest for a minute before shooting me a look. "Oh, yes I do. I'm the one in charge of you, and you're gonna do what I say. You're gonna stop giving me shit all the time and acting like it's a god damn crime for you to do what your told."

"Just because you're older than me doesn't make you my keeper. I would have figured you got the hint a long time ago, Dean."

"And just what does that mean?"

"It means leave me alone. Stop pretending you care, okay? I heard you fighting with Dad to let Sam go on the hunt with you guys. If you cared you would have fought for me, too."

He made a face before I saw the annoyance cover his features. "Oh come off it. You know why you can't come. You're not ready. You'll screw up."

I let out a deep breath through my nose while staring him in the face. I wanted to scream at him, tell him how pissed off I was, tell him I hated him. Everything inside of me wanted to attack him. Hurt him like I was hurt. My eyes flicked down to his hand and I quickly swiped the keys from him before turning around and unlocking the trunk. Just as it opened his hand slammed the lid back down. "Move," I hissed out without looking at him or taking my hand from the keys that were now sticking out of the lock. When his hand didn't move from its spot I growled and tried to lift up the lid once more. Barely moving it an inch, it smacked back down onto the latch. "I said move," I spit venomously once more while glaring at his hand and hoping that it would start on fire.

When it didn't I lost it and tried to instead shove his hand away. I watched as it moved from the lid and then I felt the anger inside of me rise as his other hand slapped down on the other side of me. Turning around I screamed and shoved against him as hard as I could. He didn't even stumble and I felt the anger begin to form as tears against my eyes. I was livid. Dean was such an asshole. I'd heard him convincing Dad that it was a good idea to go on the hunt as a team, and then he pushed for Sam to go with them. He fought hard for Sam to go, and when Dad said, "We'll take your sister to Bobby," Dean didn't even hesitate to nod his head and agree. In fact, he even seemed pissed off when Dad said he had to be the one to drop me off. As though I was some sort of inconvenience to his life at this point. I had gotten into a screaming match with Sam, trying to make him understand my point of view—and all it got me was three angry men yelling at me and a fear in my heart telling me that now was not the time to push my luck. My things had been thrown in my duffle for me and the next thing I knew I was being shipped off without so much as a, "Have fun, Bec," shot my way.

I had come to feel like I was some burden in my family. Not just in existence, but like I wasn't even wanted at this point. I was pushed harder than Sam to the point I thought I would throw up—only to be told that I needed to, "stop being such a girl," and, "stop being overdramatic," and other asshole comments from Dean. I was yelled at for talking to boys, for even pretending I liked boys, and for even talking to my friends when Dean "wasn't in the mood to hear my squealing". Sam had been crap help lately, too. He seemed more annoyed at my problems and kept telling me that I just needed to get over it and realize that it didn't matter. If I just used my brain it wouldn't be so bad. Nothing he said made sense, and to be honest, he was more concerned with focusing on school than anything else lately to the point I was surprised if he even realized a fight was going on beside him.

I tried to shove Dean again and his body barely swayed on his feet. Then, to make everything worse, a smirk spread across his face. I could tell he was enjoying this. He was making it some sort of joke to be pissing me off like he was. He was happy I was this upset. Betrayal and a pain I'd become all too familiar with lately surged through me and I felt the tear slip from my eye and I knew he saw it. I felt the weakness begin to break down any walls I'd successfully managed to build over the last few years in regards to my brother and a lump formed in my throat. "Go away," I tried, pushing him again, only to choke when he didn't move and instead only deepened his smirk. "Go away!" I screamed again as I fought against the tears that were barely being held back. "God, you're just like him…I hate you!"

Dean's face changed to one of anger as he grabbed my arms and started yelling at me, only to be stopped as Bobby bounded down the steps and pulled him off. "Is there a problem here?" he snapped, separating us. "Get your bag and get in the house, Becca," he ordered. He didn't have to repeat himself as I spun and quickly unlocked the trunk and grabbed my bag. Pushing past Bobby and Dean I made my way into the house, trying to get as far away from my brother as I could.

I'd thrown my bag in the room I knew I'd be spending however much time in and sat on the bed, angrily using the heel of my hand to wipe away the tears I was upset over having. I couldn't believe Dean got me to cry. I had done so well at keeping all those kinds of emotions hidden from him. It didn't help to cry around him anymore. It only felt like it provoked him further and made him feel like he accomplished something. I could barely even remember the last time that crying had made him feel like he needed to fix whatever was wrong instead of continue to push me over the edge to where I gave up. I felt defeated around all of them.

My dad just continued to act like I would never measure up to my brothers. Whether it was because of the fact that I was a girl, or he felt I needed extra protection, or what—I didn't know. All I knew is that he had this look about him every time I was near, and I always had an inkling I'd done something wrong. I just never knew what. It was like I could do nothing right. I wasn't good enough in school, I didn't push myself hard enough when I was training, I didn't aim right, I didn't try hard enough, I didn't do anything right and because of it I had to sit back and research and figure out the map situation.

Sam was so distant compared to how we used to be. He wasn't so much pushing me away as he was just freezing me out. He was quiet and distant and so focused on school I didn't know what to do. If I tried to be honest with him I got half-assed responses and advice to the point I had begun to give up. I was losing my best friend and I kept watching as he continued to be close to Dean. The two of them bonded over apparently everything. They went on hunts together. They relied on each other. They were brothers and I felt like a bystander. It was like I'd done something to piss them off and just never knew what.

Dean was the worst. It was as though a switch had been flipped and he woke up one day deciding that I was a pain in his ass or something. We used to be close; me relying on him as the big brother to protect and save me—watch over me and make sure I was okay. Over the years he more or less worked at just shoving me away and acting annoyed when he couldn't. I continued to feel like a burden and it only made my anger with him grow each day. I couldn't even tell you if one specific thing caused it or what, it had gotten that bad. It had gotten to the point that I know longer even told him things. I worked hard to keep everything a secret, and over the last year, without Sam, that meant almost every single thing.

Dean and I fought almost nonstop. Our fights were always to the point of what Bobby just broke up or worse. No, he hadn't laid hands on me, yet, but I could tell he wanted to. It wasn't far off, and I couldn't stop pushing those buttons. I wanted him to see the pain and anger inside of me and be affected more than just enjoying it. It made me so upset to see that he almost seemed happy to see how crazy it all made me—like he won at a game I didn't know I was playing. I felt like we would never be okay again, and I didn't even know why.

Bobby came up the stairs long after I'd heard the Impala leave the yard, and I assumed it was to either give me time to calm down or because he didn't know what to do. Probably a mixture of both. He stood inside of the door and watched me. I didn't acknowledge him, but I knew he was there. He was directly in front of me. "You need to be more understanding with your brother, kid," he tried.

Red hot anger flashed through me. "Are you kidding me? Do you even know what he's like?"

"I know he's got a lot on his shoulders, and you snappin' on him and hittin' him like you did ain't helpin'."

"He deserved it, Bobby. You don't know what you're talking about."

Bobby didn't say much after that, just watching me with that "give me a break" look he had mastered years ago. "You gotta start givin' them more credit."

"Leave me alone," I hissed, glaring at the man.

He didn't seem to enjoy that by the way he puffed out his chest and glared back at me. "Look, girl, just 'cause I ain't your daddy don't mean I won't whoop you for disrespectin' me. In my own house no less. You're gonna get your attitude under control or it's gonna be a long three weeks for the both 'a us."

I don't know why or how Bobby managed to get me enrolled in school so quickly but come the next morning he was dropping me off at the front of the doors like it was some sort of routine. I would have been perfectly content with sitting in his house all day doing nothing but laying in bed and ignoring his griping about me being a lump, but no. Here I was dressed and hair brushed at 7:45 am with half a pot of coffee in my system so that I could at least pretend to make it through what I am sure would be an actual real life nightmare. Well, it wasn't night, so what does that make it, a day-mare? Or just a mare? No, that's a horse, right? See, this is why I shouldn't be woken up before nine.

After Bobby's grumbled, "Have a good day," I closed the door and heard him drive off almost immediately. If I didn't know any better, I'd say being anywhere inside of town made him uncomfortable. Based on the comments and looks I got after being dropped off by him, I can't exactly blame him. This town was already judgmental and I'd only been exposed to it for less than twenty-four hours this time. I never noticed the way that people regarded Bobby and I instantly felt protective and angry for him. He was good people and had always been there for my family growing up. They didn't know the Bobby I knew and if I heard one more smart remark about him, I was gonna throw a fist.

Half way through the day I walked into Chemistry to find only two other people already in the class and waiting. At one lab table sat a boy, bent over his books and working on what I could only assume was homework for another class. Not that I would actually know. School had been in session for about a month now, so I was coming in late…again. The table smack dab in the middle in the back is where the other person sat. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was focused on pulling a notebook and pen out of her bag and didn't even notice the smile that crept over my face as I practically sprinted over to her. Dropping my bag on the floor with a harsh slam, my smile only deepened when she jumped and finally looked at me.

Her eyes were round and she seemed shocked to see someone standing in front of her. The minute she recognized me a smile spread across her own face. "You better not make me fail," she teased as she relaxed in her seat.

Rolling my own eyes, I sat down across from her and leaned back on the stool to the point I was able to place my back along the counter behind me and bring my heels up onto the stool in front of my hips. "I affect your grade one time and you never let me live it down. And after all we've been through."

"You killed the class pet, Becca. You affected the entire class' grade."

"Okay, first of all, that thing bit me. You act like I couldn't have gotten rabies or something. And I didn't mean to kill it, okay? It was an accident," I argued. And I was right. I hadn't met to kill Pudgy. It just kind of happened. And I felt awful about to this day. I mean, who knew that he had a food allergy? I didn't even know animals could have allergies. I thought all that had been figured out during Natural Selection, you know? My bad for not having Sadie or Kate's level of genius. I was usually lucky if I even found myself focusing for more than fifty percent of the actual class. I just got so. bored.

Kate rolled her own eyes and smirked. "Right. Because you didn't have a personal vendetta against the thing. I'm not even so sure he actually ever bit you."

"I don't just go around killing animals, Kate."

She laughed at me while opening her notebook. "That's like saying you have any control over the accidents you cause. I mean come on."

I watched her with a glare as she flipped through her notes to the next fresh page. She didn't even seem to notice my glare and just ignored the look I was giving her all together. "Rude," I bit back before leaning over and grabbing my bag and pulling it up to grab my own notebook. Setting my things on the table I let my bag drop back down to the ground with a loud thud, drawing the eyes of everyone who had filtered into the room during my chat with Kate. Both of us looked up at the sound to see multiple eyes staring at us with questioning looks. Shrugging it off I turned back to my friend only to find she had one eyebrow quirked and was staring directly at me. "Oops?" I tried with a slight shrug.

Kate shook her head at me and then leaned forward on her forearms. "Why are you here?" she questioned out of nowhere.

"Define here."

"Here. In this class. In Sioux Falls. Are you guys on a case?"

Grimacing I flipped open my notebook and set it on the table beside me, using my pen to scratch out circles on the top of the page. "I'm staying with Bobby while my dad and brothers are gone for a few weeks."

She didn't really say much at first, just watching me. "Sam, too?"

"He's with Dean and my dad."

Kate continued to watch me, and I could feel her eyes on my skin as the last of the students filled the room and the teacher began writing on the board. I played with the cap on my pen, trying to pretend I was actually ready for the class to start so I could pay attention; except this was Kate. I had had many classes with her since we met and to say she didn't know my classroom etiquette would be an utter lie. She knew that I didn't care about what was going on in front of me as long as I didn't get called on or end up in the principal's office, I was fine.

I ended up focusing more on trying to ignore Kate's eyes as they burned my cheek than anything. I missed most of what the teacher said and whatever notes I did take really didn't make sense. I just kept jotting down the few words I caught as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I knew Kate wanted to say something, but she wasn't going to pry too deep unless I gave some sort of sign that I was okay with it. Except like me, she was a Winchester. And stubborn. And like every class where I ended up with either her, Leah, or Sadie, I was asked if I was related to the other Winchester—always drawing all the eyes to the two of us. We denied it this time.

Based on past experience, claiming to be sisters with them didn't actually work out to our benefit…especially when someone would inevitably get us into trouble, making all of us end up in the principal's office where the confusion of Deans and Sams would come in. I cannot tell you the amount of times I ended up down in the waiting room of the office only to have one of the other Sams or all of the local Sams come down to the find out what they had been called for. And then throwing in a random Dean or four? Ahh yes. Delightful, I must admit.

It wasn't until the class began talking around me that I realized we were now at the lab portion of the period. It was like the room erupted with noise. People were talking louder than I understood and I could barely hear myself think, but I welcomed it. Kate was occupied with something on the table and I pulled over one of the papers that the teacher had placed on the table to try and pretend I was following along with what the instructions were. "Why are you here?" I suddenly burst as the thought entered my mind.

She blinked, quirking that one eyebrow again as she looked at me, probably wondering where my question came from. "Dean found a case in town."

"Why not stay with Bobby?"

"Never thought about it," she shrugged as she threw on her safety goggles. "We haven't even talked to him in years. Not since he practically chased us off his property with a gun aimed straight at my dad."

"Been there," I added. "How come you're not helping Dean?"

She began turning knobs and dials and I was completely confused at what it all meant. Scanning the paper for some sort of sign, my eyes moved back up to listen as she explained that Dean was all about her being in school and how she wanted to keep up her grades and that it at least gave her something to do during the day that wasn't research on some case again. She felt like she was learning something. Cue vomit sound. Just kidding.

"So what's up with you?" she chimed in, drawing my eyes away from the paper again as she measured out some liquids. I was really failing on being her partner for this lab thing. I didn't even know what those liquids were. Wait…was this like Honors or Advanced Chemistry or something. Aww hell's bells did I get put in the wrong class again?

Pulling out my schedule quickly I ignored her question. "Is this room 237?"

Kate made a face. "Yes? Why?"

"Because I thought maybe I was in the wrong class."

"Class is more than half over and you just now decided you might be in the wrong one?"

I shot her my look of innocence. "Well, I don't what the heck you're doing over there or what half that crap is. And you're super smart, so I thought this might be an advanced class or something." I can't believe she actually laughed at me for saying what I did. I mean, here I am pouring my little heart out to this girl who is supposed to be one of my absolute best friends and she laughs right in my face. I've never felt closer to her. So proud. "Yeah, yeah, yuk it up there, Chuckles."

"Relax," she smiled. "You do the paperwork and I'll do the actual lab. This is my favorite part anyway. You just have to write down what I do."

"Right," I agreed, thankful that at least one of us had a clue. This would have been a disaster with Leah. Or Sadie. One would be messing things up worse than I was and the other probably would have scolded me for not paying attention. Yes. Advanced Chemistry with Kate was probably the best luck I could have. Grabbing my pen I wrote both of our names at the top of the sheet and moved to question one. "Light the—"

"So what's going on with you?" she interrupted.

My head snapped up to look at her. "What are you talking about?"

She handed me a pair of safety goggles and I stared at her. "Something's wrong. Why are you at Bobby's all by yourself? What happened? And why are you so out of it?"

"I'm not out of it."

"Yes you are. You're not focused and all over the place. Something's going on."

"I'm fine."

"You're stressed."

"I'm not stressed."

"Yes you are."

"Kate—"

"Becca."

"Winchesters! Let's get moving on your lab," the teacher interrupted our back and forth, stopping at our table and making us both jump. "You're behind the rest of the class and you only have ten minutes left. I don't want to have to write you up for failing to complete the instructions."

Both of us apologized before acting like we were getting to work on the lab as he walked away. Once he was a few tables over, Kate began talking once more. I would like to say that whatever she was talking about totally drew me in, but it didn't. I instead jumped at the loud noise that came from directly in front of me. Looking up I saw a blue flame dancing above the Bunsen burner and I couldn't stop looking at it. The way that the flame was so perfectly teardrop shaped, emitting so much power and heat… all I wanted to do was to reach out and touch it.

Before I knew what was happening, a hand reached out and slapped my own. "Don't."

"What is wrong with you?" I hissed as I retracted my hand.

Kate pulled the burner closer to her side of the table. "You were gonna touch it."

"I was not going to touch it."

"You were so going to touch it."

"I was not."

"Yes. You were."

"Nuh uh."

"Oh my god," she sighed when I stuck my tongue out at her. "You're like a little kid, you know that, right?" I made a face and rolled my eyes before watching as she turned up the heat on the burner causing the flame to grow and heat up the blue liquid inside of it. "Whatever's bugging you needs some sort of outlet, Becca. You just need to find a way to blow off some steam. Before you burn yourself for being stupid in class."

We ended up finishing our lab just as the bell rang. Except we didn't get our clean up done in time so when I strolled out of school fifteen minutes late with Kate beside me, neither her brother nor Bobby were exactly pleased to see us. She shot me a quick good bye and then made her way down the walk to where her brother's car was sitting parked. I made sure to shoot him a large grin and wave which he sarcastically mimicked before I turned to face a crotchety looking Bobby.

"You wanna tell me why I'm sittin' here waitin' for you long after all them other kids are gone?"

"I had to stay after and clean up crap in Chem class," I explained as I looked at his un-amused face. "Smile, old man, you never know what honey is trying to get in your pants."

"Get in the car," he bit as he pushed himself off the car and stalked his way around it to the driver's side door. "Pain in my ass," I heard him grumble through the open windows. Buckling my seatbelt I looked at him as he sat down and started the car, not blinking as he did so. "What?"

"I can hear you, you know that, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So I thought we were learning manners, Mr. Singer, hmm? Or is that only me."

Bobby shot me disgruntled look before shifting the car into drive and pulling away from the school. I thought for sure he'd drive directly to back to the junk yard, but I was surprised when we actually stopped in the parking lot of a small grocery store. He mumbled something about not having any thing edible in the house and that if he was going kill me it wouldn't be through starvation, and then motioned for me to follow him inside. Saying Bobby didn't know how to properly shop would be a huge understatement. I mean, I'm not exactly great at the job but I know the staples. More than bread, bologna, and beer at least. I mean, throw in a pear or two, Bobby, jeez.

I followed him through the aisles, of course giving him shit about foods I was supposedly picky about, and actually enjoying myself. Grocery shopping with my dad and brothers had become a chore lately and if I got to go alone it was actually relaxing. Which was surprising because I kind of hated shopping otherwise. I didn't grab expensive things, or really even what was considerably healthy. It's hard to be healthy when you have no money and a bag of chicken nuggets is less than three bucks. Besides, it was quick, crap food or take out burgers; and between you and me sometimes I just didn't want the taste of fryer grease lingering in my mouth for months.

Bobby was cool about it though, giving shit right back at me, but actually doing what he could. I knew how to save a buck or two most definitely. I felt almost bad that he was standing in front of the lunch meat section comparing prices and trying to figure out what he could afford that I would like—all while trying to appear like he didn't actually care. What a little turd. But then it happened. As I came around the corner from grabbing a bag of generic chips, someone made a comment about how a drunk was trying to get his life together. They were just standing there, going back and forth. Grown ass adults no less. Two men were shooting the shit about a guy who was actually treating me like a decent human being and they weren't even thinking twice about it.

"Excuse me?" I scolded them as I stomped towards them, coming to stop below their noses. "Do you know who you're talking about?"

They scoffed in my face, surprised someone like me would even come up to them apparently. "Singer's a drunk, kid. Don't try defending him."

"You're an asshole. You don't know what you're talking about," I hissed before turning around and going over to Bobby, quickly grabbing a thing of prepackaged meat and pushing the cart away from him so that he would follow and we could get out of the place as quickly as possible.

I couldn't believe how upset I was over hearing the comments of those men. It felt like I was being attacked myself for even associating with him and I didn't know how anyone could make those assumptions when they had no clue. None of them knew what happened behind closed doors or how Bobby lived his life helping people, or how he had just gotten a teenage girl dumped on his doorstep for the next three weeks because she was too much of a burden for her own family. That drunk took me in without a second thought and was here struggling to figure out how he was going to feed my fat ass and those jerks had no problem tearing him down because they thought they knew something about him.

It was like I was hearing Dean in the back of my head, going on and on about how much crap I gave him and how he didn't deserve it. He was those men, going on about stuff he had no clue about. He was just as dumb and naïve as them. The anger caused tears to begin to build against my eyes and I had to try and freeze them in front of the fish sticks so that Bobby wouldn't see how upset I was. I think he could tell something was wrong but didn't push it too much as we finished our trip and then made our way back to his house.

I'd helped unload the groceries and was beginning homework as Bobby worked on whatever he was doing in his office slash living room area. I'd heard phones going off since we got back and thought nothing of it as yet another one rang. It wasn't until he pressed the button, ending the call and stepped into the kitchen that I drew my eyes up and looked at the hard expression on his face.

"That was your daddy, kid. Looks like you're gonna be here a few more weeks," he explained.

"What's a few more? Like two?"

"Ya might be here least a month or two."

"They told me three weeks, Bobby."

I felt the lump in my throat grow as he looked at me with eyes that said he knew exactly how upset I was over all of this. Now I was not only shoved off on Bobby, but they were using the time to hunt without me for months. I dropped my eyes back down to my paper and tried to act like it didn't bother me. Except it did. It killed me that they didn't even have the decency to at least ask me if it was okay if I stayed here longer than I was told. They didn't even ask Bobby. They just told him, like he didn't have a choice. Maybe he didn't want me here longer than the agreed three weeks. Maybe he had plans….okay I know he didn't but still. The man didn't often leave his house if he didn't have to. But that doesn't mean he wanted me here.

"I'm sorry they put you out, Bobby. I don't know… I can go stay at some motel or something. Kate's in one of my classes. Maybe I can bum with her and her brother for a while until my family's ready to have me back. You don't have to—"

"What are you goin' on about?"

"I just don't want you to feel like I have to stay here, especially if you don't want me to, you know?"

Bobby crossed his arms and leaned into the doorway, the ever present grumpy look coming across his face yet again. "Would you quit your bitchin'," he scolded, taking me back a second. "I never said I didn't want ya here. Might be good for ya to stay in one spot for a while. Focus on school. Have a normal life for once."

His words hit me hard. Bobby didn't mind having me here, and he actually even cared enough to not only feed me but actually see to it that maybe I was happy for once. I know it's weird to be so touched by such a grump for an old man, but I was. I remembered all the times Bobby used to take us out to do "kid things" and my heart swelled for the dirty bum in front of me. But I couldn't just show him that. Not Bobby Singer. You must be crazy if you think I was gonna walk up and hug that grouch. Clearing my throat and shooting him a small smirk, I played with my pen as I attempted to change the subject. "You know, if you're gonna keep getting on my about my manners—"

"Do you ever shut up?" he quipped with a playful sneer. Pushing off the jamb he set the phone in front of me. "That's the house phone, so if this one rings, answer it. I'm gonna go grab us a few pizzas and be back within the hour. Don't do anything stupid."

Saluting him, I sipped my soda and watched as he turned and headed out the door to the yard. My face fell when I heard his car start and pull away. Even with Bobby being so kind, it still hurt that my family found it to be no problem to just stay away even longer without talking to me. I pushed myself away from the table and began perusing the cabinets for the treats I knew we had purchased just earlier in the day. Pulling out the chocolate and graham crackers, I stuffed the bag of marshmallows under my arm and made my way into the living room towards the fireplace.

It had been a long time since I'd been around a campfire and the minute that the flames started going and the wood started cracking I felt myself relax and zone in like I had in class. My hands worked mechanically as they loaded up the poker with the marshmallow, toasting it as I stared into the flames. My mind reeled with everything that had gone on in the short span of forty-eight hours and I found myself trying to figure out the ups and downs of emotions I'd had. It wasn't until I felt a small tickle on my right forearm that I snapped back to what was going on around me.

Looking down I saw a small spider making its way towards my hand. Logically I freaked out and stood and started flailing my arms around and trying to get it off me. What I didn't anticipate was that my marshmallow was now on fire and when I turned and flung around the poker, the now flame ball went flying across the room and landed on Bobby's desk, starting papers on fire.

"Oh my god," I blurted as I threw the poker head into the fire and ran over to the desk, not sure what to do. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god," I chanted trying to think of anything at all that could help me as the fire began to spread onto other papers and even a few books. "Crap crap crap craaaaaaap," I whined before the idea of water snapped into my brain.

Running into the kitchen I grabbed a glass and filled it with water just in time to run past Bobby as he entered the house with the pizzas, confusion and concern lacing his features. "The hell is goin' on here?" he yelled as I sped over to the desk and dumped the water onto the fire, watching as it smoked and hissed into the air.

I sighed out in relief as the fire disappeared and turned around to face a very confused Bobby. I shot him my most innocent look and made a mental note to tell Kate that this was all her fault for telling me to find a way to blow off steam. I know she's gonna say she wasn't being literal as the smoke began to clear from behind me, but I'm still blaming her.

"So," I drawled out, trying to act as though nothing had happened. "Did you get pepperoni?"