Title: Bobby's Daughter
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Warnings: Nope.
Notes: Nope.
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Sam and Dean had brought my father into his living room. They were tending to him while I looked around a little.
It was a… cozy house, for lack of better words. With all the demon symbols and things adorning the walls, it wasn't some place I'd like to grow up. Otherwise, it was cluttered and it was small enough for a family of three – even though he was the only one who lived here.
"Dean Winchester," I heard Mr. Singer boom. He must have woken up, "what is she doing with you two?"
"Bobby," that was Sam, "she just came along for the ride-"
"Did I ask you, Sam?" Oh, he was testy.
"Sir," that was Dean, "she's just here to see you. We ran into her on a hunt."
"She was hunting?!" Yeah, so what if I was?
"No, sir," Dean backtracked. "We met her after we got in the accident that totaled my car. She's a doctor at the local ER. She let us stay at her place and helped me with a hunt."
"Why couldn't Sam? Why did you have to bring her into that?"
"Because Sam was taken by that thing." Mr. Singer got quiet. "Bobby, I didn't sleep with her if that's what you want to know."
"Fine." Pause. "You're bringing her home. She doesn't belong here."
Okay, I had enough. They wanted to talk to me or about me, well, I'm right here.
"Mr. Singer," I said, rounding the corner, "with all due respect, I'm staying with the Winchesters until they're done here."
Robert Singer stood from his place sitting on the couch. "You're leaving, girlie, and that's the end of it."
"Then I'm going kicking and screaming."
"That's the way you'll go then."