Max walked down to breakfast, looking around.
"She's not up yet, huh?" he asked, sitting down at the table, his eyes lighting up at the massive amounts of food.
Theresa had been up cooking a while--- she still was. It was what she did when she was stressed.
"She had to go home." Jerry said quietly.
"Before breakfast?" Max asked. "Oh, well, more for me."
Justin shook his head, looking at his father. "How could you guys not tell me? I mean, I get not telling Max--- he's little. But, why not me?"
"Justin... it's complicated." Jerry said uncomfortably. "How do you broach a conversation like that? There never seemed to be a right time--- and we thought she was dead. We had a really hard time with it, and had to deal with it in our own way."
"So, that's it, then? We meet her and... never see her again?"
"We don't know, all right?" Theresa burst out. "Obviously we want to see her again, but the other family? Really is her family. We don't want them or her to feel like she's being taken away... Dios Mio... It would not be fair. Megan has put us in a situation where nothing is fair--- to anyone."
"Speaking of... who is Megan?" Max asked curiously.
"Megan... is a very long story..."
"Yeah, I think we have time." Justin said, looking at him...
Bobby walked into the Winchester's hotel room, pulling open the blinds.
"C'mon, younguns; burnin' daylight!" he called out.
He heard groans coming from Sam and Dean, but a burrow of blankets seemed to throw a pillow at him.
"Git up; sleepin' all day won't make ya feel no better."
"Says you!" Dean said, yanking a pillow over his head.
"C'mon, Bobby, we've been up for two days! We didn't get to bed till five!"
"All right, I give up on ya. I'm gonna go get somethin' to eat." he said, shaking his head.
"Bring me back some pie." Dean mumbled groggily.
"Get it yourself, Princess." Bobby muttered, walking out of the room...
A few hours later, Dean walked into Bobby's hotel room, Dean walked in. Bobby was going over a book.
"Hey, interesting?"
"Yeah... reading up on that competition she'll have to do eventually. Where's Sam and Alex?"
"Went to grab some takeout, bring it back to here." he said, sliding into a chair. "So... what does it involve?"
"Mostly? Big empty field, and the 'obstacles' are the other opponents throwing magic whammys at each-other."
Dean looked at him sharply. "That sounds..."
"Dangerous? Potentially lethal?"
Dean nodded.
"Well, could be, but it depends on the teacher." Bobby said. "That there Russo didn't strike me as the type."
Dean shook his head. He couldn't argue with that. But, he also couldn't argue with the fact that she really did need to learn the magic stuff, if only to not get herself hurt later... but, at least it might come in handy, during the hunts... so long as no other hunters found out...
"This is just great, you know... Demons on us is one thing, but I gotta protect both of 'em from other hunters now..."
"Not alone, kiddo, don't you worry none about that..."
"Thanks, Bobby..."