A/N: hey ya'll!! I don't know if I mentioned this in the last chapter or not, but I'm back at school...woot! I'm actually pretty impressed with how much I've updated this story lately! :) I didn't think I'd ever be 'on a roll' like this......okay, that probably sounds cocky, but normally it would take me a few weeks to get another chapter written...and of course, being the weirdo that I am, have to read it over like seven times to make sure it sounds good enough to post...and then eventually post it! UGH!
but I guess I owe my awesomeness to my beta, capjack54, who has helped me with ideas and correcting my over verb-age...lol...YOU ROCK! :D

anyhoo...this chapter didn't turn out how I thought it would, but I'm really happy with it :D AND I think it's my longest chapter yet :D yay!! lol

welp, I'll shut up now so you can read! Onward!!! lol...

Once again, I was so bored that I felt I could barely keep my brain from oozing out of the sides of my eyes. I guess the Winchester boys have that effect on girls that decide to tag along with them. Last time this happened, I got the luxury of lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling. I wasn't so lucky this time. I was knee deep in research and getting nowhere. Judging by Dean's slouched, bored posture and Sam's tired, confused expression, they weren't having much luck either. Sighing, I closed the book I had in front of me loudly and leaned my head back, rubbing my hands over my face.

Noticing that I'd given up, Dean closed his book and looked over to Sam.

"You havin' any luck over there, Sammy?" Dean asked after letting out a big yawn.

"Uh…hang on," he said leaning closer to his computer, as if he was onto something. He clicked around a few times and then leaned back, giving up.

"Nope," he said. "Thought I might've had something but it turned out to be a dead-end, like everything else I've seen today."

"Yeah, same here. You find anything?" Dean said, turning to me.

I chuckled. "Nope. I'm not even sure this one's in English," I said, tossing one of the books further on the bed and silently hoping it would fall off the end. Stupid confusing book.

"Alright. Well, you guys start loadin' the car up. I'll give Bobby a call and tell him we're on our way," Dean said gathering the many papers and books in front of him.

"Okay, sounds good," Sam said, standing up and stretching.

"Oh, guys," I said, getting a little nervous when they both turned around to stare at me. "Can you not tell Bobby I'm his daughter? I kinda want to tell him that myself." I felt a blush slowly creep up on me as they both exchanged glances. When neither responded, I turned around and looked at Sam, then back at Dean and finally at Sam again.

"Okay. We won't say anything to him," Sam said.

"Okay. Thank you," I said shyly.

I let out a breath of relief and started gathering my things.

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After about an hour, we were out on the open road again. I almost wished I didn't have my Jeep with me so I could ride with the boys in the Impala, but I wasn't about to leave my baby behind anywhere. I hadn't gotten used to the fact I wasn't the one driving everywhere lately, and it felt so good to be back in the driver's seat once again. There was just something about being on the open road with the wind blowing through my open window that made me feel extremely calm and content. It would obviously seem that way to me because that's where I would always go after Dad and I got into one of our heated arguments. I would just go to my Jeep and head out on the road to cool off. Road rage is a whole other thing when you enter a car already angry.

I stared blankly at the road, thinking back to all of those fights, when I realized that I shouldn't be thinking of depressing things. Thinking depressing things would make me depressed and today was not the day to be that.

I looked ahead at the Impala and squinted through the window to make out the backs of the boys. I could see Sam's hands fluttering about so I figured they were in an in-depth conversation…either that or Sam was swatting at a persistent bug. One of the two. I laughed out loud to myself watching him.

As I stared at them, I noticed their right turn signal light up. My heart leapt with joy and nerves as I realized we were getting close. We headed down an old, dusty gravel road and the Impala was lost in a cloud of white. As I cleared through the haze, I noticed that I was recognizing more and more things around me. It'd been quite some time since I'd been here but I'd always dreamt about coming back, both literally and figuratively speaking.

The Impala made one more right onto a similar road and I followed. A smile lit my face as I realized this road was becoming more of a driveway. I could see the old cars from the junkyard that Bobby liked to call his lawn and my nerves came back stronger than I thought they would.

We drove closer and closer to the house and soon the Impala and I came to a complete stop. The boys got out of the car before I had even taken my seat beat off. It all looked so familiar but yet so foreign at the same time. I guess I'd always seen it before as my Uncle Bobby's place and now it was my Dad's place. I shuddered involuntarily at how much that one sentence changed things. I didn't like that things were changing but I knew it would be for the better.

I took a deep breath and got out of my Jeep. I looked up at the old house and I saw one of the curtains move, which made me look down at the ground in shyness. I followed the boys up the stairs and onto the porch when I heard the front door open. I was concentrating on watching the steps too much to look up. Falling flat on my face would definitely not make a good first impression…or, well, second impression. I looked up and was met with the backs of the boys, standing in front of me.
"Hey boys," I heard, but didn't see, Bobby say. "Who's that with ya?"

"Oh!" Sam said before they both stepped aside like a curtain being opened. "This is Andy."

Bobby had been squinting, considering that it was quite bright outside, but his face immediately fell to a look of complete shock as he saw me. I heard something along the lines of "Well, I'll be damned" come from him, but otherwise we had yet to say anything to each other.

I decided to be brave and be the first to say something.

"Hey Bobby," I said shyly.

Slowly but surely, a smile lit his face and then fell.

"Well, what are ya waitin' for? Get over here!" he said opening one arm to a hug.

I closed the distance between us very quickly and he closed me in a hug that made me want to start crying. If I ever felt like I was truly at home, it was right here in this hug.

He welcomed us in and it was just as I remembered, only a bit messier and the books seemed to have multiplied like rabbits. They looked to be just about everywhere, but after I noticed how empty the bookshelves were, I mentally took back my thought about the rabbits.

We all sort of stood awkwardly in the living room before Bobby finally spoke up and said, "So, what have ya'll been up to?"

Dean looked back at Sam, confused. "Well, we're on a job. The one I talked to you about before we came?" Dean said in a tone that seemed to question Bobby's current mental state.

"Oh! Right!" I guess my arrival had more of an impact on him than I thought.

And before you could say 'pickled fruit juice', they were sitting with books and papers galore in front of them, discussing this haunting.

I helped them with their research but after a while, all the little words seemed to form big single words. After that, I decided it was time for a break, so I excused myself to the bathroom. I took my dear sweet time walking there and as I came out of the bathroom, I wandered around a bit. Eventually, I found myself upstairs, looking for a certain room. I didn't remember which one it was, but I knew if I was in it, I would know if it were mine or not. After the third room, I remembered it was one of the two at the end of the hall. Considering that the one to my left was a hall closet, I knew it had to be the other. I slowly entered the room and memories of long, hot summer days flooded back. I looked around the room and it seemed to be relatively untouched since I left it last about four years back. It looked to be used for storage now with all the brown boxes sitting about. I noticed something familiar sticking out of the box in the back corner. I made my way around to it and pulled out a stuffed bunny by one of the ears. I silently gasped as I realized that this was Chester, my childhood bunny rabbit. I dusted him off and took a good look at him. I picked up the right foot of the rabbit and looked underneath to still see 'Andy' written in permanent marker. I chuckled to myself, remembering that I use to call him 'my little cowboy bunny' since Woody in Toy Story had the same name on the bottom of his foot too.

I smiled at my beloved possession as my eyes traveled back down to the box at my feet. If Chester was in this box, I wondered what else of mine might be in here. I sat Indian style in front of it.

The flaps being tucked into one another closed off the box and a small cloud of dust flew up as I tugged free one of the sides. I coughed and waved a hand in front of me to clear the air. I looked in the box for a few seconds, grabbed the first thing my hand came in contact with and pulled it out. It was a black piece of cloth that resembled a shirt. I unfolded it, holding it up in front of me. 'Singer's Auto Salvage' was printed on it in bright green. I smiled as I remembered making the shirt and wearing it around almost all summer one year. I turned the shirt around and saw the name 'Andy' printed on the back in the same green color. I folded the shirt back up neatly and reached for a few more things from the box. There were a few books that I didn't really remember and a questionable Ziploc baggie with a brown and green substance inside, but other than that the rest looked to be mine.

I found a few CD's that I didn't know I left there, two notebooks, one was a three-subject and the other was a smaller one that I had used as a journal at one point, a hairbrush (I couldn't help but laugh at how random that one was), and the bottom was filled with papers, a few stray pictures and a big photo album.

I tilted my head to the side in confusion, not remembering much of the photo album. I picked it up and felt the weight of it putting strain on my wrist. Scooting back from the box, I sat the large album in my lap, dusting off the top with a sleeve and opening it. The first page only had one picture but it was right smack in the middle. A big smile lit my face as I looked down at a picture of myself as a ten-year-old with a slightly less gray looking Bobby holding me in a hug from behind. With big grins on our faces, it looked like we'd been up to no good that day. The photo itself had aged some so I leaned in a bit to get a better look at the smaller details. My hair had a lot more blonde to it then and was just at the top of my shoulders in this picture. The ends looked to be wet or caked in something and dirt covered my cheeks. I looked up at Bobby in the picture and he seemed to have the same dirt on him also. I bet we had a mud fight that day. Those were always fun.

I flipped to the next page and saw that there were several pictures of me with friends from the middle school I'd attended when I'd stayed here. I spent a few minutes just staring at that page alone. All of us had slowly lost contact somewhere throughout high school, but I hadn't forgotten them or any of their names. I looked up, staring at the wall in front of me as I thought about what they all would be up to now days.

I turned to the next page and a full-blown smile lit my face. It was a page dedicated to me and my best friend, Jenni. There were five pictures on this page, one in the center and the other four at an angle in the corners. The centered one was a simple picture of us both smiling at the camera. It was a close up picture, and probably taken by one of us holding the camera out in front of our faces. We'd gotten pretty good at that over the years. I laughed out loud as I looked at the other pictures on the page. The one in the top left corner was a picture of Jenni and the one in the bottom right corner was me. We were both doing 'corny modeling poses,' as we called them. The others were of us both doing silly faces and laughing.

I didn't want to turn away from the page, but I did eventually. The next few pages were all pretty similar, filled with old family photos and good times from the past.

I sat on the floor looking through page after page and finally came to the last one. The last page, like the first, had only one picture that was centered. It was a picture of my mom, dad, Uncle Bobby and me. Mom, Dad and Bobby were all sitting in the porch swing and I was lying across their laps. I laughed as I remembered the picture being taken. I was so scared that the swing would break, but they assured me it wouldn't. They couldn't get me to smile much because I was so nervous about the health of that poor swing. Dad put his hand on my side to steady me but instead of keeping me still, it made me squirm more from being ticklish. After I finally sat still, the picture was taken. And with perfect comedic timing, the swing had broken as I moved to get off.

I stared at this picture for quite some time until I heard the floorboards creek behind me. My head shot up at the sound and noticed that my cheeks felt wet. When did I start crying? I thought to myself as I quickly wiped away the evidence. I turned around to see very long legs covered in jeans. I followed the tall figure up to their face and saw it was Sam.

"Hey," he said slightly smiling from above.

"Hi," I said back. I stood up, looking around and noticed that he would probably want an explanation for why I'd been gone so long. "I just found an old box of some of my stuff and got sort of sidetracked. Sorry," I added, trying to hold back my blush of embarrassment.

Sam chuckled. "It's fine. I just came to find you to say that we're leaving here pretty soon. We're gonna go check out a storage unit that's leased in Randy's name. Thought we might find something there."

I nodded. "Okay. Well, I'd better put all this stuff back so I'll be down in a second."

"Okay, no problem. Just come down when you're done," he said as he headed for the door.

I watched him leave and then looked back to all the things that I'd pulled out of the box. I couldn't believe that Bobby actually kept these things. I figured they'd been thrown out years ago, but I guess not. I slowly placed everything back into the box carefully and put it back where I found it. I took one last look around the room and headed downstairs to meet up with the boys.

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