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As I made my way downstairs, I had warm, fuzzy and any other sort of cliché feelings in my stomach. I couldn't believe after all the years I'd stayed with him and how close we'd gotten, when Dad and I just up and left, he didn't throw out or give anything away. I chuckled to myself and thought, I don't care how mean he can look,sometimes he's just a big ol' softy on the inside.

I still had a subtle smile on my face as I rounded to corner to the living room and ran into Bobby - literally. We really hadn't had much time to talk since I arrived so I wasn't sure if there was any real tension between us or not. But after seeing that box upstairs, I decided to just go for it and see how he reacted.

"Whoa!" I said running into him. I stepping back, smiling and said, "Well, hey Uncle Robbie". I had called him that lovingly up until Dad and I left four years or so ago. For some reason, as a toddler, I couldn't (or probably wouldn't, considering how much of a stubborn child I was) call him Bobby. So I settled on calling him Robbie or Uncle Robbie, which was pretty darn cute because it wasn't until I was six that I fully said 'Robbie'. Up until then it had been 'Unca Wobbie'.

When I turned thirteen, I gradually started calling him Bobby. I felt since I was growing up, calling him 'Uncle Robbie' still made me a child and I really didn't want that anymore. But whenever we joked around or had our special conversations just between the two of us, I would call him that so it would be like old times, if only for just a little bit.

I saw several different emotions play across his face after I used his old nickname and my smile dropped, fearing for the worst.

Finally, he settled on one last expression: mock disgust. "Ugh, I forgot you used to call me that," he said ruffling my hair. No matter how much he denied it, I knew he loved that name.

It wasn't until then that I physically stopped and thought about what had just happened.

I called him Uncle Robbie without even really thinking about it. I don't think that my brain had completely registered that this man standing in front of me was my father. Not the sweet, lovable uncle I practically grew up with, but my father. He was still a sweet lovable guy no matter what the title, but switching mentally from Bobby to Dad while he was in front of me was gonna take some getting used to.

I guess it worked to my advantage right now, though, because I hadn't exactly told him that he was my father. It would be awkward to start calling him Daddy if he didn't know. Besides, he might decide that calling him Bobby instead of Dad would be okay because it's going to take a lot of practice to get rid of a 20-year-old habit, ya know?

I snapped out of my little daydream after seeing movement from the corner of my eye. I turned back to Bobby who had his head ducked down as if to see where or what I was looking at.

I blushed and mumbled my apologies. He cleared his throat, rocked on his heels awkwardly and crossed his arms over his chest, like he was avoiding talking about something.

"So…um, how have you been?" he asked, in a way that plainly asked how I was out of politeness but also asked really how I was, with everything that had happened over the years.

I smiled. "I'm actually doin' pretty good. I graduated. Yay," I said with little fists of joy slightly in the air and laughed.

He chuckled. "How's your Dad doin'?" Of course he was talking about my 'real' dad, but I laughed to myself anyways and thought, Well, he's standin' in front of me so I'm assuming he's fine.

"Um, he's good?" I said scratching my forehead nervously. He gave me a confused look and before he could question me, I continued while avoiding eye contact. "Well, I actually left home a few months ago, so I haven't really seen him. We've exchanged voicemails every now and then but since then I've pretty much on my own."

Bobby looked surprised. He obviously seemed like he hadn't expected that from me. "Hmm, really? Why'd ya leave?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I mean I was planning on going away for college next year so I thought I would travel around a bit. Maybe visit some relatives or friends, just to get away for a while. Next thing I know, I'm running into those two troublemakers…and now I'm here," I said jabbing a thumb toward the boys who were already outside by the Impala and finishing with a small smile and a shrug. He just nodded.

We started on an awkward moment when Bobby said, "So…" as if to say 'What now?'

"I found my old room," I blurted out before the awkwardness could get any worse.

"Oh, well that's good," Bobby said, obviously not catching my drift.

I smiled at him. "I found the box, Bobby," I said carefully as if I were telling a child I saw their hand in the cookie jar before dinner.

Recognition lit the older man's face and he blushed. "Oh, yeah…I um, forgot that was up there," he said nervously scratching his head through the top of his hat.

I just smiled and laughed. "Thanks," I said meaningfully.

"Well, it was no problem," he said, looking at floor or anywhere that wasn't me. I almost hated to put him through this awkwardness but I also couldn't help but laugh at how uncomfortable he felt this to be. I realized that he was a man and all but he was at least capable of having a heart-to-heart conversation, wasn't he? It must be one of those unwritten male hunter rules, I thought.

Before Bobby could turn completely tomato red, Dean walked in and interrupted our 'moment'.

"Hey, uh, we're ready to go when you are," he said to me.

"Alright. I'll meet ya at the car," I replied. Dean quickly darted out, as if he were scared he would somehow get roped into our little emotional scene.

"Don't get hurt tonight, okay?" Bobby said, knowing that I would be leaving with the boys soon.

"Well, I'm not exactly sure where we're going so I can't really promise that I definitely won't, but I'll try my best not to," I said with a shrug.

Bobby finally laughed and pulled me into a hug. "Alright, get outta here," he said slightly pushing me toward the door. I laughed and waved to him as I headed out toward the Impala.

Metallica blasted out of the speakers as we drove away from the house and out onto the road.

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After a bit of "Q and A" with the boys, I found out that we now weren't going to check out a storage unit but instead heading over to watch Katherine's house for any suspicious activity. I thought she seemed like a nice lady, aside from the awkward moments at her house, but the boys seemed to think something else was up.

We pulled up across the street from the house and parked as the sun was starting to set.

"Alright. Home sweet home," Dean said as he put the Impala in park, while looking at the house.

"So what now?" I asked, leaning up between the two seats.

"So now…we wait," he said turning his attention to Sam who was pulling out binoculars from his bag on the floorboard.

My eyes shifted back and forth between the two, expecting further explanation. I leaned my head a little bit further between the seats as if to say "and then?" but it apparently didn't come across that way.

"Yes?" Dean asked with a hint of annoyance as he stared at me from the corner of his eyes.

"We wait for what? Lights to turn on and off as they go in and out of each room? Spy on them catching up on their favorite soaps? Wait five minutes and then barge in like the freakin circus? You're gonna have to give me more than 'we wait'," I said. It all spilled out of me faster than I thought it would. I was actually a bit impressed, with all the words that came out at that rate, I didn't fumble even one.

Dean gave Sam a 'you've got to be kidding me' look and I took that as his cue to start the explaining process.

Sam took a deep breath. "All we're doing now is watching the house…looking for suspicious activity."

"I thought you said you've done this before," Dean said, glancing back at me.

"Well, I have…sorta. I've just never really spied on anyone," I told him.

"Oh…well, this isn't spying," Dean said, picking up his binoculars and looking toward the house with them. "This is a stake out."

I laughed. "It's the same thing," I said rolling my eyes.

"No it's not," he argued.

"Dude, I'm pretty sure it is," Sam interjected and I laughed.

"Well, whatever it is, it gets pretty boring after the first hour or so. Unless there's a really hot chick and no curtain on the bathroom window," he said looking over the house with a smirk on his face.

"Oh good grief," I said sitting back and rolling my eyes. This was gonna be a long night.

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After a few hours, I stopped checking the time. I figured the more I looked at my phone, the more I'd want to chuck it down the road, of course blaming it for time being so sluggish. I silently kicked myself for not bringing an mp3 player, a crossword book…anything to pass the time so I wouldn't fall asleep and/or be bored to death. It started to get warmer in the car and I silently thanked God that I had thought to grab a hair tie before leaving. The heat made my long hair hot and annoying so I put it up in a ponytail to get it out of the way.

About four hours later, Sam passed out. He hadn't been sleeping well lately so we didn't bother him and that left just me and Dean on the look out. I occasionally looked at Dean; he seemed to be really intent on watching the house. I could've sworn that he hadn't moved his binoculars in about 25 minutes. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that Dean tended to fidget much more than he was showing. I leaned up slowly, not making any sound, and listened to his breathing. I chuckled silently as I realized he was also asleep. I couldn't help but smile as I thought about the marks the binoculars would leave on his face and made a mental note to take a picture before it faded away.

I leaned up and stole Sam's binoculars a few minutes later to take a closer look at the house. The only light that seemed to be on inside was in the living room. I scanned the house slowly and then looked closer at the front porch. I saw movement in the darkness that I assumed to be a cat and I strained my eyes to see it. Suddenly, the porch light turned on and almost blinded me. I jumped back and immediately lowered the binoculars. I didn't think I'd make a sound but then I felt a hand touch my knee as I kept my eyes shut tight.

"Hey, you okay?" I heard Sam ask in a tired voice.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said as I moved my hand from my eyes to my forehead, pushing the stray hairs from my face.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, I heard Sam lightly smack Dean's shoulder, which made him jump and snort a waking snore.

"Dude, check out it," Sam said.

I blinked a few more times and looked toward the house. Katherine and some guy, who I assumed to be the infamous Brett, were walking down the sidewalk. Brett looked to be holding a box with one arm and had the other around Katherine's waist, comforting her. At least, I assumed he was comforting her; she looked sad and her head was on his shoulder with her arms around her stomach. They made their way to a parked car on the curb and Brett handed Katherine the box then unlocked the passenger door for her. She got in the car as he made his way around to the driver's side. That's finally when I spoke up.

"Where do you think they're going? It's like…almost two in the morning," I said checking my phone.

"I guess we're gonna find out," Dean said as he waited for Brett to get in their car and head down the road a bit before he started the Impala.

"Won't they suspect we're following them?" I asked. I'd always wondered that when I saw TV shows or movies that involved stalking of this sort.

"Not if you keep a good enough distance," Sam said. I could tell by the way he said it that this wasn't exactly the first time they'd followed somebody and it probably wouldn't be their last.

We followed the ugly, white car for about ten minutes until it made a sudden turn to the right. I normally would have yelled about them not using a turn signal, or even slowing down for that matter but this wasn't the time for that. My stomach tightened as I thought that we'd been caught, but the boys didn't seem to worry too much. Dean pulled the Impala off to the side of the blacktop driveway thing that we had just pulled into and shut off the headlights.

"What are we doing?" I whispered.

"You do realize they're all the way over there, right? You don't have to whisper. They're not going to hear you," Dean said at a normal speaking volume, which sounded ten times louder since no one had said anything the entire trip there.

"Well, that still doesn't answer my question," I said making sure my voice was a bit louder than I would normally speak.

"What is it with the questions? Geeze. I swear, this girl is worse than you, Sammy," Dean said grabbing the binoculars by my feet in the backseat floorboard.

I laughed sarcastically. "Very funny."

I looked out the windshield and a glimpse of a blue sign caught my eye. I stared at it for a moment, almost in disbelief.
"I know this place," I whispered mostly to myself.

"You do?" Sam asked turning toward me.

"Well, at least I think I do…It's a storage unit facility. I have this strong feeling in the pit of my stomach that I've been here before and I even recognize the sign, but I can't place an exact memory to it…It's weird."

Even though I was completely zoning out, I saw the boys exchange confused looks.

Then, as if someone called my name, my eyes shot up and I stared straight ahead. I finally blinked and collected myself, wondering why I suddenly stared off into space like that.

"Did you see which way they went?" I asked Dean suddenly.

"Um…well, they parked over there," he said pointing to his right in a 45-degree angle. "And then they headed that way toward the building and that's when you spazed out."

"They went into unit eight, didn't they?" I said with a worried voice, staring straight ahead and then shifting my eyes between the boys.

They both gave each other confused looks, said something along the lines of "uhhh…" before grabbing their binoculars and looking toward the building.

"Yeah, they did," Sam said putting the binoculars in his lap. He turned sideways in his seat to get a better look at me. "How did you know that?"

I was pretty sure they both knew the same thing I did. I hadn't been paying attention to what Katherine and Brett were doing…heck, I didn't even know where they'd parked or that they'd gotten out of their car, but somehow I knew this was a storage unit facility named Mann's Storage, that the sign was in the shape of a dog and was blue with white block lettering, the street address to the place, and which storage unit Katherine and Brett went to without even looking or visiting here…ever. I knew that information like I knew what I ate yesterday for lunch. I had to think for a second about it, but after concentrating, I knew all this information like it was an old joke that I'd memorized a long time ago.

I shook off the weird feelings that I was having as quickly as I could and tried to play it cool.

"Are you okay, Andy?" Sam asked with concern.

"Oh…yeah, I'm okay," I said with a small convincing smile. "I'm just observant…and well, let's face it…I'm just that awesome," I said with a smirk.

Did I really just smirk? Great…Dean's actually starting to rub off on me, I thought to myself.

We all turned our attention back to the building when we heard a distant engine start. We watched the white car pull right up to the door and then stop. A few seconds later, Katherine came out of the unit, closed the overhead door, and get back in the car. It backed up and headed around the other side of the building.

"Where are they going?" Sam asked almost rhetorically.

"There's another driveway," I said without thinking.

"There is?" Dean asked, looking back at me.

"Yeah, an entrance and exit. This place is bigger than it looks," I said almost nonchalantly. When the boys went back to ignoring me, I realized what I'd just said. How did I know there were two drives? I sighed and rubbed a hand across my face. I've really gotta get my crap together, I thought to myself. I can't bother or freak the boys out with this. Just pull it together Andy!

"So, you ready?" Dean asked, turning slightly toward me.

"Ready for what?" I asked.

"To go check this out. You didn't think we were just gonna leave, did you?"

"Oh…no…of course not. Let's do this!" I said with as much enthusiasm as I could muster at that point.

"You heard the girl…let's do this," Dean said with a smirk.

Sam rolled his eyes and I took a deep breath before getting out of the car. This was going to be interesting.

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