Title: Bobby's Daughter

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Warnings: Nope.

Notes: Last chapter!

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"Okay, dad," I agreed, talking into my cell phone, "I'll come visit for the weekend."

"I mean it, Sydney," dad continued to lecture. "I want to make sure you're all right."

"I wouldn't have told you about him unless I thought you could handle it, daddy," I pointed out. "Plus, I've dealt with drunks in the hospital before."

"You know I worry," my father continued.

"I know." I heard the front door open and close. "Hey, I gotta go. They just got here. Love you."

I clicked the phone off after hearing my father's "okay, see you soon."

It was three years after I met my dad. And we were doing okay. He told me anything I wanted to know and the way I figured, if he trusted me enough to tell me all that and made the attempt to be a dad, why shouldn't I let him?

So we were getting along even though we still lived in our respective houses – not any closer.

As for the Winchesters… well, Sam and Dean still hunted. But they liked to stop in – frequently. Dean had a reason: we were kind of a couple.

Sammy, however, just stopped in because Dean was here. But I did see him sneak out of the house once or twice. And when he came back in, he always had the same perfume and lip stick color all over him. He denied being with someone, but just yesterday I heard one of the ladies from town – Amy Spark – talking about her flame coming into town.

"Hey, Singer," Dean called from the front door, "your boyfriend's home from war!"

I smiled from my place sitting on the bed and called back, "Hey, Winchester, the name's still Russo!" I kept my old name just because Sydney Singer didn't sound too great. Well, it wasn't horrible, but I also still wanted a piece of my mother with me – even though I now knew how bad of a person she really was. "And last time I checked, my boyfriend was sitting in the Metillicar." I had dubbed his car this because of all the music he played in it. Plus, that sounds much better than 'the Impala' or 'the car'.

"Sam? Nah. He's a jerk. Totally cocky and pushy. Plus, he's in love with his car."

I rolled my eyes, hopping off the bed and toward the stairs. I stood at the top and looked down toward the front door where Dean was standing, bag at his side. "Really?" I took the steps slowly. "Because I'm in love with cars too."

"Hm," Dean pondered, smirk plastered in his stance, "I guess I could learn to love them."

I stopped in front of him, mirroring his grin. "Guess? Too bad. I like men who know. Like my boyfriend: he knows he loves me."

"He does?"

"Yup."

Dean nodded. "My girlfriend knows she loves me, too."

"Guess that makes two of us."

"Guess it does." Pause. "Want to have an affair?"

I burst out laughing as Dean picked me up. "Dean!"

"Hey," he scolded, walking upstairs, "we'll have the affair and then tell our spouses. I'm sure your husband wouldn't mind, right?"

I rolled my eyes at him and moved my hand to his wedding ring. "I'm sure he wouldn't."

Pop References:

One: Metillicar. Self explanatory, right?

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