A/N I am absolutely horrible at getting these things up in a timely manner…. Uh Merry Christmas?

Bobby pov

All these years and these damned hunters still think I am a babysitting service. Those damned Winchesters especially. Seemed like history is doomed to repeat itself, seeing as I watched those boys for so many years and now I get the next generation. Dean took to that little girl so fast; I knew he would get attached the very first day she dropped from the sky.

God I don't think Dean or Sam were ever this small when they were here themselves back when they were four, let alone six. She is severely struggling to put any form of weight on. I've had her with me for a good week and it has not been easy. Just remembering when Dean was first trying to leave, he wanted to bring her with them the crazy bastard. I told him to get his ass out that door before he made any stupid decisions. Huh, turns out the babysitting thing actually is my fault…go figure.

Taylor did not appreciate being left behind in the slightest. As far as I can tell, it seems that Dean is her favorite, Sam not so much. When he gets close her nose scrunches like she just caught wind of something that smells nasty. She also shies away like she is extremely uncomfortable with him so close. It has been hysterical seeing him desperately trying to get on her good side because he is put out at not being liked as much as Dean. He actually found something to "bond" with her over though, vegetables. The one thing Dean couldn't understand was her love of vegetables.

She has been gauging and judging me since the initial melt down at the start of the week. I haven't heard that child say a word until Dean was leaving, that was when I was damned sure I would need new eardrums. The screams made me sure that a neighbor had to have heard and called the cops this time for sure. Taylor had only said one word the entire time, but that one word I could see was enough to almost break Dean of his resolve.

"No!" over and over again. Dean's face was the epitome of someone's heart breaking. If I hadn't have sent that idjit out he would have just given up and let her come along to this really dangerous case. Honestly trying to bring a child along to hunt a rugaru, boy must of lost a few brain cells while in the middle of his stint downstairs. I didn't know a child's scream could reach the resonance where my front windows broke. She slept for three hours after that one.

Now she was skulking on the couch obviously bored as hell. With what Dean said about how the kid could be like a nuclear warhead in a child's body I was terrified of what would happen when Dean left. The window shattering honestly was nothing compared to what my imagination had cooked up.

I've caught the kid…doing things. Only way to describe it, once she managed to get a book to move from the top shelf into her lap like she came out of a Matilda novel. She has also been making her hands produce this almost glow. Had to put a stop to her doing it in the house when she almost burned down the kitchen; apparently hand-glow makes a lot of heat. That was a struggle in itself getting her out of the burning kitchen, she tried to run right into where the flames were thickest before I just grabbed her and made a run for it.

The kid is so damn skittish she's worse than a wild horse, well a wild horse that could do a lot more damage than a normal horse. I dropped a book the other day and she nearly rocketed through the roof.

I sighed after looking at her glance at the front door again. I think her ear just twitched.

"Alright Taylor." She stopped swinging her legs and looked towards me. "I think we are both suffering from a case of cabin fever. Get your shoes we're getting real food."

Waiting by the door I see her holding her stuffed cat in the crook of her arm, thumb clamped in her mouth. I look down to see her laces were an absolute mess. Kneeling down, grumbling about being too old for this, I properly tie her shoes and lightly pull her thumb from her mouth.

"Can you climb in the truck or do I need to lift you?" She suddenly had an indignant look flash across her face as she struggled to climb up the tall seat. "Independent little bugger aint ya?" Really I was just talking to myself as she wouldn't respond back.

It wasn't long until we got to the local diner. She would fall getting out, so helping her out was the way to go. I didn't expect for her to remain clinging to my hand during the walk into the diner though. She tensed the closer we got to the diner, only to relax, as there were no other people inside at 2:30 in the afternoon.

Well it was empty other than the teenager, and the older woman who has been working in this diner long as I can remember. If she decides to get nosey she would have to face the "Grouchy Old Man Singer".

Taylor was watching them, far better than most hunters who I've run into over the years. Probably why they were dead and her alive. She chose our table next to the second exit against the wall, commendable.

"You getting more veggies Taylor?" This is awkward, I don't know what else to do to bring her out of her shell other than leave well enough alone. But surprisingly she gave a slight nod and nothing else. "Tell you what," her eyes barely glanced at me, "you eat all your food and I start teaching you bout what the boys go hunting for."

This got an actual reaction out of her surprisingly enough, not a smile but her eyes lit up with interest. Well, I mused, least that's one way to keep her busy.

A/N Just a short thing I'm experimenting with while I'm busy with school and life yaaaaawwwwn going to expand a lot more with Bobby and just need to slog through season 4 to the juicy bits.