So the story really begins!

Yep.

Let's go!

Disclaimer: The supernatural universe; brothers, angel, and impala included, are not mine. Charlie's mine! As are a few others you might not recognize, but for the most part, I thank Erik Kripke and the Supernatural people for their wonderful creation.

"This is so dumb."

"Oh, come off it, Dyl, like you'd really rather be hunting vamps than curled up inside with a coffee and a good book."

"That's not the point, Dean!" Dylan stamped her foot. "Of course I'd rather be a lazy slug than have to do actual work, but it's the fact that you don't think I could handle it!"

"That's not what this is." Sam tried to placate, but Dean nodded.

"That's exactly what this is." At Dylan's mutinous expression, Dean relented slightly, putting down the bag he had carried to the door and sitting down next to her on the edge of the bed. "Listen, kid. You have the street smarts to deal with the feds, and it seems you've got the ghostie and ghoulie routine down; but vamps are a whole new playing field. You've only been hunting with us for three weeks. Vamps are a six week hunt." Dylan rolled her eyes. Dean grinned. "Besides, Vamps tend to prey on younger women."

Dean was wrong. It had only been 2 weeks and six days that they'd officially started hunting together, and so far, they'd done well..even weirder, they got ALONG well…Sam had someone to help with the reading and paperwork, and Dean had someone to "train". But Dean and Sam had only taken ghost cases, and when Dylan had FINALLY urged them to something…stronger, they make her sit it out.

They did not yet realize who they were dealing with.

"So use me as bait." Dylan reasoned.

"Absolutely not." Sam moved to sit next on the other side of Dylan and she felt surrounded, both literally and figuratively. "We took you with us to keep you safe, not throw you to the wolves."

"And when we run into werewolves, I'll stay out of it. But these are vampires." Dylan tried.

Sam chuckled and stood, grabbing Dean's bag as he left the room. Dylan sent one last beseeching look but Dean just smirked as he stood.

"Fine." Dylan relented. "At least give me money to order pizza." Dean chuckled again, throwing her a few twenties.

"Be good. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Dean shuddered. "Actually, don't do anything Sam wouldn't do." He thought that through, than shook his head again. "Scratch that; don't do anything illegal."

Dylan smirked, and nodded. "We'll see."

The door shut behind Dean, and Dylan waited a few minutes before pocketing the cash and grabbing her jacket. "Pizza here I come."

"Well that was a bust."

"Was it?" Dean and Sam entered the hotel room with a wince to face a cheery Dylan, wrapped in flannel pajamas and cocooned under a mountain of blankets, the only thing visible her eyes, and a small hand that vacuumed pizza slices underneath the blankets.

Dean dropped his bag and flopped onto the other bed with a groan. Sam grinned and grabbed a slice of pizza.

"I'll take it the vamps didn't show?" Dylan piped up, laughing when Dean shot her a glare and a one finger salute.

"Nope." Despite the waste of an evening; Sam seemed cheerful as he settled next to Dylan. Dylan sent the duo a fake glare.

"You do realize that this is MY room?"

Dean sat up. "But this is the room with pizza, so..." He leaned over to grab a slice of pizza, and Dylan smacked his hand. "Ow!"

"You smell." Dylan wrinkled her nose and inched the pizza box away from Dean, who frowned. "You guys didn't even DO anything. How is it that you smell?"

Dean grumbled. "The bar was nasty."

"Sam was there too and he doesn't smell." Dylan pointed out.

"It's not that bad." Dean argued. But then he sniffed himself. With a gag, he stood.

"Ok, it is that bad. I'm going to go take a shower."

"Don't use all the hot water!" Sam snapped.

"I'll save you a slice!" Dylan promised.

They could hear Dean cursing as he shut the door combining their room.

It was hours later, both Dean and Sam had taken showers, and the three were crowded onto one bed in Dylan's room, watching some horror film and laughing about it, when a knock sounded on the door. Dean and Sam shared a look and pulled out guns aimed at the door, but Dylan simply scrambled off the bed with an excited shout.

"Cas!"

Castiel, in dark wash jeans and a deep green V-neck sent Dylan a tired smile. "Dylan."

Dean and Sam shared a look, but didn't say anything right away.

"How'd the clean-up go?" Dylan asked with a smile.

Cas rolled his eyes. "It went."

"But it's done now?" Dylan pressed.

At his nod, Dylan opened the door wider. "The boys are back."

Cas' eyes strayed to where the two men sat, pajama clad. "Sam. Dean. I assume you've taken care of the alpha?" Dylans eyes widened.

"About that…"

Cas sent Dylan a look of consternation. "He's still in the bathroom?"

"Who's in the bathroom?" Sam asked, confused.

"The vampire that I accidentally caught?" Dylan spoke quickly. Both Dean and Sam shot up, throwing the bathroom door open to reveal an angry tied up vamp. Sam threw Dylan a disgruntled face, and Dylan shrugged. "I forgot about him...he's so quiet."

Dean muttered a few choice words and removed himself to his and Sam's room, returning with a machete and swinging it as soon as he got close enough. Cas grabbed Dylan the second he saw Dean's arm go up, pushing her face into his chest so she couldn't see and turning away to further shield her. Cas only let Dylan go when he heard the bathroom door closed behind Sam who went in to clean up.

Dean glared at Dylan who glared at Cas who glared at Dean.

"Sorry." Dylan threw at Dean with an apologetic smile. Dean grunted and relaxed a bit. She turned to Cas.

"Why'd you grab me like that?" She complained. At his raised brow she frowned. "I mean, I didn't really want to see it so thanks for that I guess. But don't grab at me! It makes my anxiety act up." Cas rolled his eyes. "And you!" Dylan turned to Dean. "Little warning next time?"

"Oh yeah." Dean shrugged. "Sure, why not."

Dylan huffed and turned back to Cas. "Hi." She smiled.

Cas' face, tense with the stress of a case, softened visibly. "Hello. How's hunting with Sam and Dean?"

Dylan shrugs. "It goes. Slowly…but it goes."

Cas nodded and turned to Dean. "Is that your interpretation of events?"

Dean made a face. "The kid's good at this. But she's not ready for the big leagues."

Cas raised a brow and shot Dylan a look. She shrugged. "Alright." Cas intoned. "If you say so?"

Dean's eyes narrowed. "You know something I don't?"

Cas nodded. "I know a great many things."

"What do you know?" Sam opened the bathroom door, shirt damp and a large garbage bag at his feet.

"Many things, apparently." Dean rolled his eyes, too tired for the current conversation.

Luckily for him the conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. Dean groaned, but moved to open it.

It opened itself and Dean and Sam shared a look as their new visitor made his way into the room.

Bobby Singer took in the black garbage bag, Sam's dishevelment, Dean still holding the bloody machete, and Cas, looking odd in jeans and tshirt. His gaze paused on Dylan, who beamed and waved, and Bobby sighed, turning to face the Winchesters.

He shook his head sadly.

"Ya Idgits."

AH! I love Bobby!

PLUS HE'S ALIVE.

I love alive-bobby the best.

I once had this dream where in line with canon- Bobby just appeared out of nowhere, but he was 25 again and...well, it was weird.

Anyway!

Lot's of dead characters come back to life because i said so; also Dylan prevented as many deaths as she could...so yeah. ANyone in paticular you'd like alive again?!

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~CLC~