The Show: Lenka

Isabel shrieked, Sam reached for a gun that wasn't there, but Dean pulled out his gun without any trouble. Ion took up a protective stance in front of them all, growling and looking very much not like any dog Dean had seen before.

"Dean!" The man in the doorway yelled, trying to understand what he was seeing. "Sam?"

"Hey, Bobby." Sam said, posed to throw Isabel out of the way if the older Hunter got trigger happy.

"You're dead." Bobby growled, pointing his gun at the younger Winchester.

"He's back, Bobby, no hoodoo or anything else. Promise. I checked this morning." Dean said soothingly. "Put the gun down."

Bobby eyed the snarling dog, "Not until I'm sure Fido here won't eat me."

As if Ion knew what Bobby said, he growled again. Isabel launched forward and grabbed onto the dog's leather collar, "Ion, down." The dog obeyed, barely, and satisfied himself by sitting back into Isabel's lap, licking her cheek lovingly, "Good boy."

"Who are you?" Bobby snapped, looking at the blond that had somehow been hidden between Sam and the dog.

"Isabel Hastings, sir." She said softly, in a precocious manner Dean was sure most older men ate up.

Bobby however, was not amused, "Why the hell are you three in bed together?"

Isabel shoved Ion off of her so she could straighten herself up, "I'm nephilim, sir. Apparently brothers are par for the course." She reached over Sam to grab her Aunt's book, "Here, you can read all about it if you'd like." She leveled a glare at the older Hunter, "Now, may I ask why you are in my house breaking down doors?"

"Dean didn't call. I came for backup and saw the Impala." Bobby answered, looking the girl over. She had to be Joe Hasting's daughter all grown up.

"And you couldn't call him or ring the doorbell instead of busting into my house?" Isabel said, making Sam chuckle at how much in teacher mode she was. Bobby stared at her like she was evil incarnate. Isabel smiled, "Good, now go downstairs so we can get dressed." He didn't move, not even when she stood up on the bed and jumped off, Ion following. She was wearing all but her pants from the night before and she peered at Bobby, "Just for the record, Dean may be sleeping commando."

One look from Bobby to Dean was all that was needed to confirm the fact and Bobby grumbled as he left the room. Dean jerked Isabel to him, "That was pretty dang hot. You got Bobby speechless."

Isabel laughed and kissed him, "It's the teacher voice. Kids may grow up, but the voice always works!" He kissed her again. "We should get dressed." She whispered against his mouth.

Dean growled his disapproval when she joined Sam in the bathroom to throw on clothes, following sullenly. It took Isabel all of five minutes to change, and most of that time was spent trying to find Dean's suitcase. It had made it from the back of the car to the closet, but had apparently saw fit to hide underneath a pile of Sam's dirty clothes. "I need to do laundry before we leave." Isabel commented, pulling black leggings on under one of Sam's far too large plaid shirts, cinching it at her waist with a wide black belt. She hardly made it out of the bathroom in that outfit, but managed to dodge Sam before he could strip his shirt off her.

Bobby was standing awkwardly in the kitchen. Isabel finally glanced at the clock. "Five in the morning? That's a drag."

"Sorry I interrupted your beauty sleep Princess." Bobby snapped at her, not failing to notice the shirt she was wearing was Sam's.

Isabel gave him a smile, "It's alright." Ion whimpered at the backdoor, "Coming, Ion." She opened the door for the dog and went to start a pot of coffee, "Would you like something to eat for breakfast, sir?"

"Stop it with the 'sir' crap, it's Bobby Singer." The man growled.

Isabel smiled patiently, "Alright, Mr. Singer, would you like breakfast? There's a tube of cinnamon rolls in the fridge that I couldn't possibly mess up on." She made a face, "Actually, cinnamon rolls are the only thing Sam lets me use the oven or stove for without being supervised." Not getting an answer, Isabel went to the fridge anyway, clicking on the oven as she did so, "Cinnamon rolls it is!"

She was in the midst of placing the rolls on the foil lined pan when Bobby spoke again, "What are you?"

Isabel pursed her lips, her hands not halting their movements. "I'm a younger sister, an older adoptive sister, a daughter, a teacher, a blond, a nephilim, a dog lover, a..."

Bobby interrupted her juvenile list, "Nephilim. You said that before. Like, half angel?"

Isabel nodded, sliding the pan into the oven and setting the timer. "My mother's an angel, apparently. I'm missing most of an entire year's worth of memories so, effectively, I just found out two days ago when Dean knocked on my door. Things have already been crazy enough, and you breaking into my house really isn't helping. Thank you, however for providing us a reason to get out of..." She cut off, the burning spreading through her again. The boys were fighting. "Damn-it." She cursed under her breath, leaning on the kitchen island to keep herself from hitting the floor. Now that she knew what was going on, that goal was a little easier to accomplish.

"You okay?" Bobby asked warily.

"Get the boys to stop...talking and get down here." Isabel said through clenched teeth.

Bobby lumbered up the stairs and seconds later, three men sounding like elephants trampled down her stair case. "Isabel!" Sam yelled, at her side in a second.

She batted his hands away, the tension fleeing from her body already. "What on Earth were you two fighting about now?"

Sam stuttered, but Dean shoved a piece of leather in her face, "This! And all that other crazy ass shit in your closet. You're letting him hurt you?"

Isabel sighed, snatching the object from Dean and slipping it into the drawer in front of her. "Dean, it's not unheard of for two grown people to do things like that. Sam's never done anything I wasn't completely on board with." Her voice was calm, level, and she was grateful that her strange bodily reactions didn't seem to kick up when it was her fighting with one of them.

Dean scoffed, "Isabel, my brother spent months locked in a cage, in hell, with Lucifer. You don't think that might have something to do with why he wants to beat the crap out of you?"

She threw her hands up, struggling to maintain her carefully constructed composure, "I don't know, Dean! Maybe! But the fact is, is that he's never, ever hurt me more than I could handle. If that is the price I pay for him not being stuck in hell, then that's okay with me. I've got baggage of my own that has nothing to do with being half angel."

Sam was stepping away from her, horror on his face, "Isabel, I...I didn't think it might have been because of that. I'm sorry."

She sighed again, pulling him to her, "It's okay, Sam." She ran her fingers through his hair a few times, giggling softly, "So we're a bit kinky, big deal. You'd never hurt me, and I know that. That's why we can do what we do. If I was scared of you at all, it wouldn't work. I trust you, Sammy." He nodded into her shoulder, but the doubt was still heavy on his mind. After a few minutes, Dean wound his arms around Isabel too, murmuring a half hearted apology to them both.

"You idjit's have done gone crazy." Bobby said, breaking the fragile silence.

Isabel giggled, shrugging off the warm embrace, "I think that's a fair assessment." She turned off the oven timer just seconds before it was going to go off on it's own and pulled out the cinnamon rolls, "Why don't you guys go sit down and I'll plate these."

Sam hovered for a few seconds before realizing that she was capable of doing that task on her own. Bobby stared them both down, his brain trying to figure out what sort of djinn nest they had stumbled into.

Isabel took the seat opposite Bobby once she'd given them food, pulling her knees up to her chin and eating silently while Sam and Dean filled Bobby in on every last detail of everything they knew. She wasn't disconnected like she had been the night before, but she just didn't feel the need to say anything. She got out of her chair and let Ion into the house, aware of Dean's protective eyes on her as she settled onto the living room sofa with her dog, just feet away from the table.

Dean comes to stand beside her, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket, "You still want to go see your mom?"

"Yeah, I do." Isabel told him, trailing her finger down the slight rivet between Ion's eyes.

"Bobby wants to come see what's going on too. Do you think your mom would smite him?" Dean asked, trying to garner a smile from her.

He didn't get one, but her eyes seemed brighter, "She wouldn't dare. She's going to have her hands full with me yelling at her."

Dean laughed, "Careful, I'm sure your mom packs a lot more ammo than we do."

Isabel rolled her eyes, "She'd rather erase my memories of an entire year than have me pull on my big girl pants and deal with the things I did."

Dean eyed her carefully, "And what 'things' did you do, baby girl?"

Isabel wrinkled her nose in distaste, "Something with blood." She shook her head, "Don't really remember other than there being jugs of it in the back of your Impala."

"We were stocking up on demon blood to try and help Sam overpower Lucifer." Dean explained, helping her up from the plush sofa.

Isabel hopped to her feet, sliding them into the ankle boots she favored above all the others in her closet. "Well that worked out well."

He narrowed his eyes at her, but the impish smile on her face cut off any jabs he could have possibly made back to her. Instead, he took her hands in his, "Thanks for taking care of him when I wasn't there."

Isabel shrugged, "First, I don't think I could help myself, and second, he takes more care of me than me of him."

"You did stitch up my hand when I cut it that one time." Sam reminded her.

Isabel nodded, clipping Ion's leash onto his collar before handing the lead to Dean, "Hold him for a sec, I'm going to go throw some of my stuff together. Just in case."

Sam followed her up the stairs and came back a few minutes later with his bag and Dean's, "No sense in leaving our stuff here. Izzy seems pretty certain that we won't be back here for a while. She's usually right about that stuff. Alice always said it ran in the family."

"We should drop by so I can say goodbye." Isabel said, coming down the stairs with Ion bounding behind her.

"Oh, you don't need to make a special trip for me." Alice was standing in the doorway.

Isabel ran to her open arms, "Aunt Alice!"

The older woman cooed, "Hush, sweetheart. I know you're overwhelmed, but you're handling all this beautifully. I'm so proud of you."

"I love you, Aunt Alice." Isabel whispered.

Alice smiled, "I love you too, sweetheart. You wouldn't have time to come say goodbye to me so I decided to come here." She tapped a finger gently on Isabel's nose, "I'm tempting fate, but I had to see my lovely niece one last time before she headed out for the big-bad world. One last glance at Sammy couldn't hurt an old woman like me either."

Isabel laughed and Sam blushed. Bobby was staring at the beautiful middle aged woman in front of him, "Hello, Mam."

"Hello, Bobby Singer." Alice said with a coy smile. "Nice to finally meet you. Missouri failed to mention how ruggedly handsome you are." Dean could swear that a blush spread across Bobby's face.

"What did you mean by not having time?" Isabel asked warily.

Alice smiled gently, "Your mother will be out of that house in two hours unless you get there first. Also, you'll need this." Alice suddenly had a blade in her hand, "It's yours, your mother gave it to me for safe keeping after she brought you back here."

Isabel's fingers closed around the hilt of the blade and a memory flashed through her of a man standing over her with his face half rotted, holding a different blade in his hands, "I lost hers." Isabel muttered.

"She got it back, sweetheart. You need to go now though. She has something very important to tell you." Alice advised, hugging her one last time, "I'll call when I can, Isabel, but don't you worry about waking me at all. If you need to talk to your Aunt Alice, call."

Isabel nodded, "Love you, Aunt Alice."

Alice smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "I love you too, sweet girl."

They left the house moments after, Dean bitching when Isabel insisted on bringing the dog. "Not in my baby!"

Ion had glared in Dean's direction and hopped into the backseat. Isabel giggled, sliding in after her dog, "That's decided then!"

Dean grumbled for the first half hour of the car ride, at least until he looked into the rearview mirror and saw Isabel and the dog curled around each other, asleep. "She and that dog are way too attached." Dean said teasingly, warmth spreading through his limbs at how great Isabel looked laying in the back of the Impala.

"I know, at first I thought he was a skinwalker, but he's just a dog, a very smart, devoted, massive dog." Sam said, looking at them as well. "You're going to have hair all over the seat."

"Shut up, bitch." Dean said, but the smile on his face negated the tone.

Sam smiled too, "Whatever, jerk." He woke Isabel up once they'd entered the city limits. "Where to next, Iz?"

She yawned, stretching, "Left, then straight down the dirt road. It's the only house."

Veronica was waiting on the porch of the two story colonial, arms tight across her chest. Isabel pulled herself out of the car like a cat, slow and dangerous. "Hello, mom."

A smile broke across Veronica's impossibly beautiful face, "Isabel, I'm so glad you made it through alright." She arched an eyebrow at Sam and Dean as they got out of the Impala. "I have to say I'm surprised to see those two. Although only the best for..."

"Save it, Mother." Isabel snapped.

Veronica looked taken aback by her daughter's tone. "Excuse me?"

"What sort of sick pleasure do you get from making me forget a year of my life?" Isabel asked, standing inches from her mother, her jaw set stubbornly. If he hadn't been so wary of her mother, Dean would have grabbed her and ravished her for the sexy look.

Veronica looked like her daughter had slapped her. A man chuckled from where he'd appeared on the porch behind Veronica, "Told you she'd be pissed."

"Hush, Daniel." Veronica hissed.

The blond looked different from the last time Sam had seen him, "Hello, little sister."

"Don't talk to me, Daniel. I'm mad at you too. I heard your little conversation with Mom, so don't pretend that it's all her fault. You told her to do it." Isabel said, eyes snapping between her brother and mother.

Veronica put a hand on Isabel's shoulder, "You were tortured, Isabel. You almost died, and there was nothing I could do to help you. I thought the least I could do was take the mental pain from you. Please, precious, don't you understand?"

Isabel stepped back from the touch, "I understand completely. You were having a pity party and I ended up without a year of my life because of it. How typically my mother, right? Well you threw me into the deep end of a pool I didn't know existed as a result of your meddling, so thanks a lot. Did you really think I was so weak that being held captive for a few weeks was going to permanently damage me? I'd have gotten over it."

Veronica glanced helplessly at her son, who chuckled darkly, "I'm the angel of wise judgment, Mom, but I'm not always right, especially when I'm cut off from my emotions." He smiled gently at his sister, "Seeing you hurt like that, I had to cut myself off from the emotional flow to keep from going after our brother myself. You're my baby sister, Iz, even if you hate me for telling Mom to give you another year as a normal human. I'm sorry that upset you." His blue eyes travelled over Sam and Dean, "You two hurt my sister, and I'll smite you where you stand. Clear?"

Sam nodded, but Dean took offense, "I would never hurt Isabel."

Daniel nodded, staring pointedly at Sam, "I know you wouldn't."

"Dean..." Isabel warned, feeling his anger at his brother rising. She looked at her mother again, "I'm mad that you left me unaware and trapped in a life that didn't feel right. Before Sam came along, I was miserable. I mean, I'd smile and all that, but I was just going through the motions, giving everyone else what they expected of me. Sam brought part of me back, and Dean, him coming, it's bringing back those memories you tried so hard to hide. So on top of dealing with that a year later than I should have, I'm having to deal with some sort of supernatural puberty that I'm not real thrilled with."

"I'm...sorry, Isabel." Veronica stuttered.

Isabel looked instantly more relaxed, "There. That's all I wanted." She launched at her mother, squeezing the redhead tightly, wanting to feel like she had as a little girl one last time, "I love you, Mom."

Veronica smiled, kissing the side of Isabel's head, "I love you too, Isabel. Always." They separated and Veronica straightened herself, "Come inside, I'm sure Jesse and Adam are dying to see you." She motioned to the Winchesters, "I've got things to tell you all." She looked past them, "You too, Mr. Singer. There's a beer in the fridge with your name on it." She wasn't lying either, the house opened up to the kitchen on the left, and when Bobby cautiously approached it, there was literally a beer with his name written on it in fancy black inked letters.

"Thank you." He said, nodding towards the woman.

She smiled at him, "The least I could do for you not shooting my daughter this morning."

Isabel looked stricken, "How'd you...?"

Veronica shrugged, "You showed me. It crossed your thoughts when you hugged me." Isabel and the Winchesters looked appropriately horrified. "You need to be careful, Isabel. You're not as indestructible as you feel."

"What does that mean?" Dean asked, winding an arm around Isabel's waist as she leaned against Sam.

Veronica sighed, "Any of my other children, I can pluck from the afterlife and back into the land of the living. I can heal them with a thought. Those powers don't work on nephilim. She cannot be healed by any angel, and even I would lack the power to bring her back. If she dies, that's it. There is no second chance."

On that happy note, thanks for reading!:P

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-Jenn

The Show: Lenka

"I'm just a little bit caught in the middle
Life is a maze and love is a riddle
I don't know where to go, can't do it alone
I've tried and I don't know why

I'm just a little girl lost in the moment
I'm so scared but I don't show it
I can't figure it out, it's bringing me down
I know I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show"