A/N: For those that may not have read The Adventures of Pippa and DeeDee, Pippa is Bobbie's nickname for Sam. It is a mispronunciation of 'Papa'. DeeDee is obviously for Dean.
It had been hours since Mickey and the kids went missing, and over two hours since Dean had left the house to begin his search, which had revealed nothing so far. Sam felt like a hypocrite telling Evy not to panic and run scenarios in her head, when it was all he could do, especially now that Evy was asleep too. Had a demon they had exorcised years before come back to take revenge? Had someone they'd hurt or killed made a deal with a demon to seek revenge on them?
None of those made sense, but he couldn't think on that now. He smelled the spaghetti Jordan was cooking in the kitchen and smiled. Jordan tended to cook when he was nervous, and he was making Bobbie's favorite. Sam appreciated Jordan's effort. He needed help keeping Evy calm, keeping Bobbie calm, and keeping himself calm. Sam leaned over Evy sleeping on the couch, kissed her cheek, and headed to Bobbie's room to check on her.
Sam found Bobbie still in her bed, kicking her feet, tossing and turning, and crying. It was an all too familiar sight for Sam. She was having a nightmare. He'd had too many of them himself, and he'd woken Evy up from them more times than he cared to count. Sam walked inside, sat down on Bobbie's bed, and placed a hand on her cheek.
"Bobbie. Wake up, sweetheart."
Bobbie calmed a little, but continued to toss about.
"Come on, sweet girl. Pippa's here. You're safe. Wake up for me, come on."
Bobbie's eyes popped open, and she looked around for a moment, petrified. She realized that she was in her room, safe and sound, and her eyes finally landed on Sam.
"It's okay, sweetie. You were having a bad dream."
Bobbie pulled her blanket back and quickly climbed into Sam's lap, who took her and rocked her back and forth gently. Bobbie started crying at the comfort Sam was trying to give her, but he didn't stop.
"Talk to me." Sam said. "What's going on in that head of yours?"
"I shouldn't have left Daddy and Bubby." Bobbie said.
"Baby, you did the right thing." Sam said. "You're safe back home now. That's the most important thing."
"But Bubby's not!" Bobbie cried. "He's sick and he's scared and he might be hurt."
"Shh." Sam shushed her, running a hand up and down her back. "We don't know what's going on, and it won't do anyone any good to worry about it so much. I know it's hard, but we have to try and stay calm."
"I don't know if I can." Bobbie said. "I'm scared, Pippa. Where are they?"
"I don't know. I wish I did; I'd go get them myself. But DeeDee's out looking for them, and he's the best at finding lost people."
Bobbie pulled back and sniffed. "He is?"
"He is." Sam promised. "He'll find them."
"You promise?"
"Promise." Sam said. He reached up and wiped her face. "Uncle Jojo's in the kitchen making some spaghetti. Are you hungry?"
Bobbie shook her head and placed a hand on her stomach. "My tummy feels like it's all tied up in knots."
"That's because you're scared. Come on, let's go get some food. It'll help you feel better."
"Is mommy still sad?" Bobbie asked.
"She is." Sam said simply.
Bobbie sniffed again and looked towards her desk. "Can I draw her a picture? Will that help her feel better?"
Sam wanted to tell her that yes, a drawn picture would help mommy, but he knew all too well it wouldn't. "If you promise you'll eat something when the spaghetti's ready."
"Promise." Bobbie said.
"And listen, baby. Don't get upset if mommy doesn't seem very happy with your picture. She's really scared and worried. Okay?"
"Okay, Pippa." Bobbie said.
"Good girl." Sam said, kissing her forehead. "Go on. I'm gonna go check on lunch."
As Bobbie walked over to her desk, Sam couldn't help but be amazed at how much she reminded him of Evy. Bobbie didn't like keeping her hair long, but she had Evy's smile and many of her same mannerisms and facial expressions. Sam watched her from the door for a moment, overwhelmed with a sense of pride, before he heard the sound of soft crying coming from the living room.
"Leave me alone, Jordan."
Sam walked in and found Evy sitting up, wiping her face and Jordan standing above her looking frustrated. "What's going on?"
"I'm trying to get her to eat something." Jordan said. "Lunch is ready."
"How could you let me fall asleep?" Evy asked accusingly, ignoring Jordan.
"Because it won't do Sammy or Mickey any good if you make yourself sick." Sam answered. "Jordan's right. It's almost three and you haven't eaten anything."
"I'm not hungry."
"Mommy?" Bobbie had followed Sam to the living room and was standing against the wall, not sure what to do. "Mommy, Sammy's already sick. I need you and he does too. Please listen to them."
Evy melted. She sniffed, wiped her face, and said, "I'll eat if you will too."
"Can I sit in your lap?"
Evy nodded. "Of course you can. Come on."
Sam breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed everything was under control, at least for now. Evy took a seat at the kitchen table and pulled four-year-old Bobbie up into her lap. She squeezed Bobbie's middle, whispered "mommy loves you" to her and kissed her cheek, and cuddled her close while Jordan fixed them a plate. He gave them one large plate rather than two separate ones, and Evy took the first bite. Bobbie started to, but Evy felt her start to shake.
"Bobbie? What's wrong, baby?"
"I want my daddy. I want Bubby." Bobbie said. "I can't stop thinking about them."
Sam, prepared to take Bobbie from Evy and offer some more comfort to her, was surprised when Evy took over instead.
"I know you want them back. Mommy does too. But until we get them back, we have to help each other, okay?"
"How?" Bobbie asked.
"We have to take care of each other. Do you want them to come back and see that we didn't take care of ourselves?"
"No." Bobbie said. "That would make them sad."
"It would. So let's eat some lunch, and afterwards we'll read a book, okay? We'll all stay right here until Daddy and Bubby are safe again."
"Pippa and uncle Jojo too?" Bobbie asked.
"We're not going anywhere, kiddo." Jordan said.
"You bet we will." Sam said.
"'Kay." Bobbie said quietly. "I'll do it."
Evy squeezed Bobbie around the waist again. "It'll be okay, sweetheart. I promise." As she and Bobbie tried again to eat lunch, Evy thought to herself I hope that's true.