Bobby's Daughter

I do not own anything you recognize…

Chapter Five

"So," I asked, setting a cup of coffee in front of him. I set my own cup of tea down at the dining room table before grabbing a seat across from him. "What do you know about Mr. Singer?"

We had made our way downstairs after Dean promised not to tear up my walls with rock salt. I made him coffee and we decided to talk in the dining room, because, frankly, this was the only room not truly haunted.

"You mean your dad?" He took a sip of the coffee.

"Mr. Singer," I corrected. "He wasn't around enough to earn the title."

Dean bit back an 'oh'. "Well, talk about dysfunctional."

I shot him a look. "Dean…"

"Bobby and my dad were friends. They sort of had a small falling out."

"How small?"

"Think Nicole Richie and Paris Hilton."

I nodded. "Oh."

"Yeah. Bobby's helped us time and time again. With anything supernatural."

I laughed sarcastically. "Sounds like my father."

"He's a good guy, Syd. Just a little… supernatural oriented."

"Yeah. I could tell you his family came last."

"Listen," he said, sternly. "I'm not the one to talk about family dynamics. I'm just telling you what I know about your dad. Alright?" I bit back a comment and nodded. "He's in South Dakota and lives at the Singer Salvage Yard – his own business."

"Figured as much. Any little brothers and sisters I should know about?"

"Syd," he said, grinding it out more than speaking it. "You and your dad might not get along. And I don't care what you think of him. But if you ever think he's immoral – you're as wrong as… as…"

"He was for leaving me," I suggested.

"Yeah. Yeah." We were silent for a little while, each to our own thoughts. "So what do you know about the supernatural world?"

"Enough."

"Enough as in I can't get enough of Playboy or enough as in I've had enough of Kevin Federline's singing?"

I rolled my eyes. "Enough as in I don't go out and look for the things but I know how to protect myself from them." He nodded and we fell into a little silence. "Tell me about your life."

"My life," he chuckled.

"Yeah," I said with a soft smile. He watched my eyes for a second before deciding it'd be okay.

"My dad raised Sammy and I to hunt. Kind of been doing that ever since. We're searching for a demon."

"Something that took your Mom?" He looked startled. "Well, you didn't mention a mother, so…"

"Yeah." We fell silent again. "Is that road haunted?"

"Huh?"

"The road my brother disappeared on."

Pop References:

One: Nicole Richie and Paris Hilton.

Two: Kevin Federline

Three: Playboy