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.

"I think it's a good idea."

"Well I think it's a STUPID idea."

"Well I think YOU'RE stupid."

"Children please." Sam shot Dylan and Dean a look. "Enough with the petty name-calling. Dean, hear Dylan out."

Dean huffed. "You always take her side! What's with that?"

Dylan preened. "It's because I'm cuter." She flipped her ponytail.

"That's not why," Sam disagreed. "Now stop it and explain this crazy idea of yours."

Dean straightened. "So you agree with ME, then!" He crowed.

Sam huffed, and sent the waitress an exasperated smile. "They forget that we're in public." He explained.

"Family." She commiserated, winking at Sam.

"Whoa." Dylan pointed a finger in the waitress's direction. "I'm BROWN." She looked insulted.

"She's adopted," Sam explained easily, and Dylan turned to point accusingly at him.

"You're adopted." She retorted childishly.

"Can I get a refill on my coffee?" Dean asked, ignoring Sam and Dylan for the moment to send a flirty wink the waitress's way. She giggled slightly and nodded, moving away to grab a coffee pot. Dean turned back to Dylan. "Now, please explain how taking a vacation right now, smack dab in the middle of monster season, is a good idea?"

"It'll give you guys a chance to refuel." Dylan pointed out.

"We're fine," Dean argued.

"You're tired and cranky and need a break." Dylan dipped a fry in her hot chocolate and Dean gagged a little bit. "Sam just got his brain back to himself and a recharge wouldn't be all that remiss either. Now; I've been with you guys for three months. You've only really let me start HUNTING, hunting about a month ago. Since then, I've seen NO action. When was the last time we had a legitimate case anyway?"

Dean frowned. "Weeks, actually."

"I rest MY case." Dylan crossed her arms. "It's slow season. Take advantage of it; chill out for a week or two. Then get back in the game."

Sam made a face as he thought it over. "It's not a horrible idea."

"Sammy!" Dean looked betrayed, and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Come on, Dean, it's been a while. We don't have to do anything crazy, or even board any planes. Let's just…go off the grid for a while. It might be good for us."

Dean smiled as his coffee cup refilled.

"Alright, it's not an entirely stupid idea. Where are we going?" Both brothers turned to Dylan, who shrugged.

"Why are you looking at me? It's your guys' vacation."

Sam frowned. "You say that like you're not coming too." He narrowed his eyes.

Dylan rolled hers. "That's because I'm not. It's YOUR vacation, bro-family bonding time." She scrunched up her nose. "I'm not about to step in the middle of all that."

"You're adopted." Sam argued. "That makes you family. Which means you have to go."

Dylan stared long and hard at Sam. Then she shook her head. "No."

Dean narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything, and Sam, who'd begun to pout, brightened. "I have a great idea. I know where we'll go."

Dean and Sam shared a look as Dylan concentrated on dipping another fry into her hot chocolate.

"Well, hey there."

"Bobby." Dean grinned easily as he stepped onto Bobby's rickety front porch. "Long time no see."

Bobby chuckled. "You're staying out of trouble then, I assume?"

Dean shrugged. "Of course not. You know me."

Bobby shook his head. "Where's your brother?"

"Right here. Hey Bobby!" Sam nodded in greeting.

"Sam. Nice luggage."

Sam grinned, turning slightly so Bobby could see Dylan, who was thrown over Sam's right shoulder. "Ah. Well, she refused to come on her own two feet, so we had to resort to drastic measures."

Dylan pouted, arms crossed. "Hey Bobby." She greeted glumly. "They kidnapped me."

"I see that." Bobby muttered as he held the door open for Sam and his "suitcase."

Sam dropped Dylan onto the couch and then proceeded to attempt to sit on her. She squealed and a wrestling match ensued.

Bobby met Dean in the kitchen. Dean shook his head.

"Sammy's attached." He complained right away. "Now we'll never get rid of her."

Bobby raised an eyebrow. "It looks to me like you're not trying too hard. Is Sam the only one that got attached?"

Dean sighed heavily. "Probably not."

"She seems like good stock." Bobby observed. Dean huffed.

"That's because she is good stock." He made a face. "She's smart, capable, she's a great hunter but she has other options, she's not trapped,"

"Not like you and Sam?" Bobby inferred. Dean shrugged, going silent.

"Is that why you resent her?" Bobby asked after a few moments, and Dean sighed.

"Partly." He admitted roughly. "But also…she doesn't need us. She's hunting with us because she's bored, right? And when she's done being bored, she'll leave. She doesn't need us, need our help."

"But you might need hers, is that what I'm hearing?" Bobby guessed.

Dean huffed.

Feelings SUCKED.

"So…a week, then?"

Bobby, Dean, Sam, and Dylan sat down to dinner the first night of their vacation with a fully home-cooked meal in front of them, made by mostly Sam with some help from Dean.

"Yes Sir." Dylan answered brightly. "The boys need to get laid and since they refuse to leave me to my own devices, you are the preferred babysitter over my angel buddies." Sam snorted.

"You're an adult." Bobby admonished Dylan. "You don't need a babysitter. You're also a hunter. I think you'll be fine for a few hours by yourself."

Dylan beamed. "Thank you." She leaned across the table to shake Bobby's hand, but Dean slapped her hand away, and she sat back down, cross.

"Nope." Dean argued. "She may be trained, but she's tiny…and a she."

"Sexist!" Dylan admonished, and Sam shushed her.

"I'm just saying," Dean continued, raising his hands in the air. "Unless you were trained by special force task soldiers, you can forget running around without your bodyguard."

Dylan narrowed her eyes, then jumped up and ran upstairs.

"Now look what you did," Sam complained. "You scared her away!" But just as he finished speaking, Dylan appeared at the bottom of the stairs, throwing something at Dean's face. He caught it, just barely.

Dylan preened, as Dean examined what she'd thrown at him. He looked up, wide-eyed. "You were a soldier?"

Sam snatched the object from Dean's hands, examining it himself.

"Two years in Afghanistan, on a special forces unit." Dylan described. "Hashtag I don't need a babysitter!" She crowed.

"This can't be real." Sam argued.

"Check it, Sammy, it's legit. I win!" Dylan raised her fists in victory.

"It says you ranked as a captain. But you only served two years? Pull the other leg." Dean retorted.

"I was Special Ops, Dean. I promise you, I earned my rank."

Dean threw up his hands. "So….you're saying you're entirely self-sufficient and you don't even need us around for…anything?"

"Not true." Dylan argued. Sam looked up hopefully. "You guys are pretty entertaining for the most part."

Dean huffed, and Dylan relaxed. "Calm down Deano. There's a lot you can teach me."

"Like what?" Dean pressed.

Dylan smiled.

"What's that?"

That's the serpentine belt."

"And that?"

"The starter."

"What about THAT?"

"Dyl…that's the engine." Dean's voice went from fond to exasperated in three questions flat.

"Oh right. I knew that." Dylan grinned sheepishly.

"Sure you did." Dean snorted.

Dylan pouted, and Dean patted her shoulder. "Oh, calm down. Not everyone can be good at everything they try…like me."

Dylan scoffed and shoved him…hard. Dean righted himself just before he hit the ground.

"What the hell?" Dean squawked. "I could've DIED!"

"Don't be such a baby, you're fine." Dylan laughed, and Dean growled…then he lunged. Dylan saw him coming, and she squealed, running around the impala in an effort to get away. Dean followed her around a few times before suddenly changing direction and running head first into her, wrapping an arm around her waist and hoisting her over his shoulder.

Bobby and Sam watched amused from the living room.

"She's fond of you two."

Sam smiled a bit wistfully. I think we remind her of her older brother."

Both men were surrounded by books, working on organizing Bobby's collection, and Bobby growled at a book that was trying to bite him. "The one she left behind in her own world?" Bobby had been debriefed early on, so he knew as much as the Winchesters did.

Sam nodded. "He was real protective of her. I guess having us around reminds her of him."

Bobby threw the biting book across the room with a grimace. "You boys ever look into sending her home?"

"We offered. The angels are on it, though. They're more equipped for that kind of thing than we are."

"Angels?" Bobby furrowed a brow. "Cas and who else?"

"Gabriel." Sam grimaced. "The trickster. He's no longer dead, by the way."

"Really? NO!" Bobby mocked, and Sam shrugged.

"Unfortunately. Dyl helped bring him back, and I think he likes her."

"Whoa there." Dylan burst in, cheeks flushed from exertion. "Tell whoever likes me that I'm taken."

"Whoa kid." Dean tromped in after her. "Taken by whom?"

Dylan made a face as she looked at the large stacks of books all over the living room. "Taken by my boyfriend, obviously." Dylan moved to the kitchen. Dean frowned and opened his mouth, but Dylan interrupted him.

"Just go into town or something Dean! Geez."

Dean pursed his lips, then nodded meaningfully to Sam, who nodded in understanding. Dean sent Bobby a wave then marched out.

Dylan came back to the living room and settled herself onto the only empty chair.

"So…"Sam started, but Dylan just snorted.

"He's 27, a complete babe, is very nice, was a soldier as well, and we've been dating for almost the gestation of a human baby."

"9 months?" Sam frowned.

"Exactly." Dylan jumped up. "If I leave you to this task, you will never get it done. I'll help, but first we need more paper."

"A boyfriend?" Bobby raised a brow once Dylan had left the room.

Sam snorted. "Not for long, if I have anything to say for it."

"I know you think you're tough, Sam," Sam jumped as Dylan appeared out of nowhere, "but my man would take you down." She patted Sam on the shoulder. "Now, onto cataloging!"

"Did you ever tell the boys why I showed up that day?" Bobby asked suddenly during dinner.

Dylan snorted so hard pasta came out of her nose. Dean burst out laughing and Sam winced. "Gross, Dylan."

"I didn't do it on purpose," Dylan snapped at Sam. Then she turned to Bobby. "And no, I haven't."

"Good story?" Dean brightened.

Bobby and Dylan shared a grin. "The best." Dylan enthused. "That was the night you guys had left me to go take care of the vampires, and Dean had left his phone in my room. When it rang, I thought nothing of answering it."

"I thought it was one of Deans'…." Bobby trailed off, and Dylan snorted. "I was about ready to drive down and tar ya," he admitted.

"Once he hung up though I'm sure he was wishing for something else." She joked.

"So…" Dean asked. "What happened?"

"Hello?"

"Who is this?"

Dylan froze. It hit her suddenly that this was not her phone, an then that she recognized that voice.

"You're looking for Dean?" Dylan asked slowly. "Or Sam?"

The gravelly voice on the other end deepened. "Where are they?"

"They're…" Dylan's mind went blank, and her voice went monotone, "playing with matches… oh no, fire…theyre dead. Don't call this number again.

Dylan hung up. Then she turned the phone off, and as an added precaution, slid the phone underneath the bed.

When she'd realized what she'd done, she winced.

"Oops."

"You did NOT," Sam gasped.

Dylan shrugged. "I panicked, all right?"

Dean threw back his head and laughed. "That's hilarious."

Dylan grinned. "It was horrifying, at the time. Looking back now though, it IS kind of funny." She paused. Since you're all in a good mood, I had a thought…"

"You do realize we don't need to eat human food, right?" Gabe brought up.

Dylan shot him a glare. "Shut up and eat Sam's Sloppy Joes."

"Sam made this?" Gabe looked down at his plate. "Okay then." He took a big bite, then grimaced.

"It's good right?" Dylan grinned.

Gabe glared down at the stains that littered the front of Dylan's white tee shirt. "It's not horrible."

Cas rolled his eyes and turned to Sam. "It is delicious." He countered sincerely.

Sam smiled. "Thanks Cas."

"I agree with Cas." Dylan piped up. She sighed a bit wistfully as she eyed her burger. "I haven't had sloppy joes since before I enlisted. Mom used to make the best sloppy joes in existence…." Dylan winked at Sam. "But yours aren't too terrible."

Dean smirked. Then he frowned slightly. "Speaking of your mom, Dyl," Dean turned to Gabe, eyebrows raised, "How are you doing with that?"

Gabe winced and gingerly set his burger down. "About that…." He sighed and went for bluntness, "I'm sorry kid, but your dimension is closed off. I've tried everything I could think of to break in, I even tried asking Luc-" Gabe's eyes widened and he began coughing loudly, going red.

Dylan narrowed her eyes.

"What were you going to say?" Sam pressed, noticing the suspicious behavior.

"Someone helped you out?" Bobby pushed. "Luc or something?"

"What kind of a name is that?" Dylan pondered.

Cas' eyes widened in a comical mirror of what Gabe had done just moments before, and he began coughing loudly as well. Gabe made a face in his brothers direction.

"But really," Dean persisted, "Who is-"

"Did I ever tell you about the week I spent as a human?!" Cas blurt out desperately. Thankfully, the Winchesters took the bait.

"What? You went full human?" Dean asked surprised. "Like eating and sleeping?"

Dylan laughed. "Among other things. This is actually a good story." Dylan wiped her hands on the sides of her shirt and Gabe winced.

"What happened?" Bobby asked.

"So, Cas lost a bet; and he had to spend a week working whatever job I gave him."

Sam leaned forward, intrigued, ignoring his sandwich for the moment.

Gabe starting cackling. "Oh I remember this. The gas station right?" When Dylan nodded, Gabe leaned forward to give her a high five.

"There was this horrifying slushie machine catastrophe." Gabe chortled.

Cas flushed. "It was horrendous." He agreed.

"He snapped the lever clean off!" Dylan described. Dean and Sam started laughing, imagining Cas in the middle of that chaos.

Bobby eyed Cas closely, squinting.

"It was quite educational," Cas admitted when the laughter died down. "I learned much about the interaction between humans."

"Not gonna lie, I didn't think he'd last the week." Gabe added with a shrug. "He proved me wrong."

"He actually ended up staying at that job for almost three months." Dylan brought up.

"Wait. You held a human job that long?" Sam blurted out.

"A service job at that?" Dean looked shocked. Cas nodded proudly.

"Wow. That's awesome Cas." Sam patted Cas' shoulder.

"Sam said it." Dean nodded firmly. "That's impressive, Cas."

Cas beamed. "It wasn't easy."

"No, it wasn't," Dylan smiled softly in Cas' direction. "But he did great." Dylan snorted slightly as she looked at Gabe. "It's Gabe's turn next."

Gabe picked up his burger once more, shaking his head definitely. "No it is not." The rest of the table followed his lead and resumed eating. There was comfortable silence that lasted a few minutes before Gabe broke the silence.

"Hey Dylan."

"Yeah?" Dylan looked up inquisitively.

"How many people have you killed?"

Dylan spluttered loudly. "WHAT?!"

Gabe watched her innocently. "Well. You were in the army. You must've killed people. So how many?"

Dylan shook her head. "Why would I know that?"

"Well why wouldn't you?" Gabe pressed.

"Because that's not a normal thing to do!" Dylan burst out. "Why would anyone keep track of all the people they've murdered?! That's weird?" Dylan looked at the rest of the table for confirmation. "Am I right?"

Dean pursed his lips.

"…Sure." Sam finally answered slowly.

Dylan narrowed her eyes as she stared across the table at the brothers.

"We talking monster kills?" Dean asked.

Dylan breathed in deeply. "Why not."

"Then no." Dean shrugged. "Why would we?"

"Ok then." Dylan relaxed. Then her shoulders tensed. "What about human kills?"

"What about them?" Sam asked nervously.

"How many of them have you killed?" Gabe leaned forward eagerly.

"741." Dean's answer was swift, and firm. Dylan's mouth gaped open.

"Are you kidding me?" She blurted out.

"We wouldn't joke about that number." Sam answered gravely.

"But…" Dylan turned to Bobby for support, but he just shrugged. "That's just so…morbid." She scrunched up her nose. "Why keep track of something like that?"

Dean and Sam just shrugged.

"I mean," Dylan continued, "If you have to keep track of something, then why not, oh, I don't know, your success stories? You know, the people you've saved?!"

"Is that what you do then?" Cas asked, interested.

"I spent two years overseas tracking and taking out the deadliest enemies the likes of which our country has ever seen." Dylan described seriously. "And they were mostly human. The only reason I'm as well-adjusted as I am is because I chose to focus on the people I was saving instead of the blood spilt that couldn't be avoided."

Dean grimaced, and Cas and Gabe avoided eye contact, but Sam nodded slowly.

"Kids got a point." Bobby agreed.

"Yes!" Dylan smirked, breaking the serious mood. "The kid DOES have a point. Everyone should listen to the kid ALL the time."

Dean snorted and Cas shook his head. Gabe made a face in Dylan's direction. Sam chuckled, but his brow stayed furrowed in thought the rest of the evening.

What's Sam thinking about? Luc...Who's that? Is Cas IN ON IT?

Who even knows.

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~CLC~