"Is that Dean's car?"

Bobby lifted his head from his book to look at Lizbeth, drying her hands looking out the front window. "Sounds like it."

"Didn't expect to see them again so soon."

Bobby shrugged. "They come when they're in the area. Their last case was north of here, so probably coming by on their way to wherever they're going next."

Liz nodded. "Well, I'll pull out a couple more steaks, then."

"They're probably worried that one of us is dead," Bobby grumbled.

She paused and smiled at him. "Why would that be, Bobby Bear?"

He grumbled. "I'm not used to having people stay here for an extended period of time."

"So they might figure you'd have killed me out of, what? Habit?"

He shrugged one shoulder.

"And how might I have killed you?"

He grinned. "Because I'm not used to having people here."

She chuckled and shook her head as she moved into the kitchen.

After a few minutes, the door opened. "Bobby!" Dean called.

"Dean! Sam!" Liz came out of the kitchen. "I'm so glad to see you!"

Dean stopped short and Sam almost ran into his brother. Dean frowned. "Oh-kay…"

"Apparently, Bobby was about to die from having to share his home with a chick for so long. We needed a good dose of testosterone to clear the air."

"Oh, blow it out yer ear, Lizbeth!" Bobby growled, arriving from behind her.

She laughed. "Beer?"

"Ah, sure?" Sam nodded.

Dean walked further in the house and looked, quizzically, at Bobby. "Bobby?"

"It's a joke." He raised his voice slightly. "A bad one!" Then continued over the sound of laughter from the kitchen. "How was the hunt?"

Dean dropped his bag. "Couple of vengeful spirits occupying a house. Hardest part was finding the right Orville J. Millhouse to salt and burn."

"Generational name?"

"Six generations," Sam nodded, putting his own bag down.

Liz arrived with three beers. She handed one to each of the three men. Then she looked at the Winchesters' bags on the floor. "That sucks. So you had to dig up six bodies? For one ghost?"

"Two ghosts. We dug up four," Sam nodded.

Liz shook her head. "Well, welcome back. We'll be having steaks for dinner." She looked at the bags again. "I hope you don't intend to leave those bags on the floor."

The younger men looked down at their feet, then back at her.

"Uh, no?" Dean responded, tentatively.

She grinned. "Good," she walked back into the kitchen.

"Wait until you see the rest of the house," Bobby growled. "She's taken to cleaning everything she can move." He looked past them. "Kinda feel like I might be next."

Sam grinned as Dean's eyebrows rose.

"I'd like to see that," Dean grinned.

Bobby frowned at him.

Dean shook his head. "Oh!" He waved his hand emphatically. "Not that I want to watch her clean you—"

"Shut up, Idjit!" Bobby commanded gruffly. He looked at Sam, whose eyes were dancing as he shook his head, holding hands in surrender. "It's a good thing he's got you, Sam!" He huffed. "Speakin' of cleaning up, you two smell like a hundred miles of road dirt. Why don't you go get washed up before dinner?"

The brothers looked at each other and nodded, picked up their bags and went upstairs to use the bedrooms and bathroom to shower and change in.

#

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Dean walked into Bobby's room, rubbing the back of his head with a towel. "I feel like I smell like a flower garden," he groused.

"Then why did you use Liz's stuff?" Sam asked, tossing his still-damp hair.

He frowned. "It was either that or smell like Bobby!"

Sam chuckled. "You've smelled worse."

"Well, whatever. At least dinner smells good."

Sam nodded. "Just waiting for you."

"Well, let's go!"

They moved down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Bobby was washing his hands in the sink and Liz was pulling steaks out of the broiler.

"Here, let me help!" Sam grabbed a towel and took the broiler pan from Liz. "It smells great."

She narrowed her left eye at him and harrumphed.

His eyebrows rose as he moved the broiler pan to the top of the stove. "What'd I do?"

"Helped her," Bobby groused.

Liz looked past Sam to Bobby. "Kiss my ass, Bobby Bear," she grumbled. "Thank you, Sam," she smiled up at him in a saccharine sweet way that made him more suspicious.

Sam looked at Bobby, who made a face. His eyebrows rose and he looked back at Liz, who was looking at Bobby with a smug look on her face.

"I think I'll…" he looked around. "Set the table." He turned to look at Dean, who had a "yikes" look on his face.

The brothers set the table as Liz placed the food on plates and Bobby took the food to the table. They all ate, pretty much in silence, until Bobby got up to find his ringing phone.

"What is up with you and Bobby?" Dean growled at Liz.

She grinned. "He's mad at me."

Dean frowned and straightened. "What?"

She nodded, still smiling, and speared a piece of steak.

"For what? What could make Bobby mad enough to keep harping?"

She tilted her head. "Ever take a real good look at his bookshelves?" She popped the last piece of steak into her mouth and chewed happily.

Dean looked at Sam, who shrugged. Dean looked back at Liz. "I don't know."

"Go take a look at them," she put her fork down and stood to take her plate to the sink. "Go ahead."

Both Dean and Sam stood and walked into the study.

After a minute, Dean frowned, and Sam chuckled. Then Dean looked closer. "Oh, she didn't."

Sam nodded. "Looks like she did."

"You alphabetized his books?!" Dean called.

Liz's response was laughter.

"Sure," Bobby groused. "Can't help her with squat, but she sure as hell can help you with stuff you never wanted help with!"

Liz came into the study and smiled. "Bobby, don't you know that men are not supposed to understand how a woman's brain works? Leave me alone for too long, I'm going to clean or organize. It's called 'nesting'." She shrugged. "You're welcome."

Dean looked at Liz walking back to the kitchen, then Bobby growled back into the phone call he was on. He looked at Sam. "Well, now I'm torn."

"Between leaving and staying?"

"Yeah. I want to leave before it gets really ugly. But I want to stay to watch."

Sam frowned. "I'd be afraid to leave because we might come back to find they'd killed each other."

Dean shook his head. "Should we offer to wash dishes? Is that allowed?"

Sam looked back at the kitchen. "Well, she did cook…"

Dean took a deep breath, then tucked his chin as if ready for a fight and entered the kitchen.

#

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"How long?!"

Liz laughed at Dean's incredulity. "Considering the father of my kid beat feet as soon as I thought I might be pregnant and it's very difficult to attract men when you're pregnant, it shouldn't surprise anyone that it's been nearly eight months."

Dean frowned. "But you're gorgeous!"

"Thank you. And pregnant."

"Still gorgeous."

"And pregnant," she leaned back and placed her hand on her belly. "Be honest, Dean, if you're in a bar or a restaurant and there are two women sitting alone, one looking like me," she rubbed her belly. "And another attractive but not so obviously pregnant, which would you choose - for sex not for conversation."

Dean dipped his head. "The not pregnant one."

She smiled. "And my point is made."

Dean chuckled. "Eight months. I think I'd die."

She laughed. "And I'm looking at longer than that because there's a time after the baby is born where women aren't supposed to."

Dean groaned. "And you can't drink either!"

"Gaining a new appreciation for what women go through?"

"Yes!"

"And that doesn't include the swollen ankles and inability to find a comfortable position to sleep."

Dean shook his head. "And you said heartburn?"

She nodded. "Morning sickness in the beginning."

Dean groaned. "I forgot about that!"

Liz leaned forward and signaled him to come closer. "You know what's the worst thing? At least for me?"

"What?"

"When I hit four months, my 'libido' went off the charts and I was alone!"

"'Libi-'" his eyebrows rose. "Really?"

"I would have worn out anyone who made an offer," she nodded, sitting back again. Then she shrugged. "But, again, no offers."

Dean looked thoughtful. "If I had known you back then, I would have offered."

She laughed. "Thanks, Dean. Very humanitarian of you."

Dean nodded. "Anytime."

"Dean? Humanitarian?" Sam asked as his 6'4" frame filled the door.

Liz smiled. "Yes. He told me he would make the sacrifice to satisfy a pregnant woman's libido in the second trimester. Too bad he wasn't around during mine."

Sam's eyebrows did a dance as his lips pressed together and his eyes darted around the room as if trying to figure out where to look.

Liz laughed out loud. "Relax, Sam. I was bemoaning my struggles - feeling a little sorry for myself - and Dean was trying to cheer me up."

Sam looked at his brother, who looked like he was trying to hold back laughter, then nodded. "Oh. Good." He frowned at Dean, then walked further into the room. He walked over to the bookshelf and grabbed a book. When he turned around, Liz was grinning at him and Dean was frowning. "What?"

"Book was easy to find, huh?"

Sam frowned at her. "You know—"

She chuckled. "He already read me the riot act, Sam. And then Dean scolded me nicely. If you want to, you can do so as well, but the message has already been sent and received."

Sam's eyebrows rose. "But are you going to listen to it?"

Liz's eyebrows rose and she started laughing. "Wow! It's like you know me!" She moved to get up and Dean stood to help her, but she waved him off. "Oh, stop."

"Well?"

She tapped on Sam's arm as she passed it. "That's a very deep subject," she said, walking out the room and starting up the stairs.

Sam rolled his eyes, then looked behind him at her ascending the stairs. "I think she enjoys being cryptic."

Dean grinned. "I think you're right."

#

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Bobby walked into the kitchen and looked around. "Where's Liz?"

Dean and Sam looked at each other. They'd just finished the lunch Liz had prepared for them and were enjoying a moment before moving to clean up.

"Didn't know it was our turn to watch her," Dean shrugged.

Bobby frowned at him. "Are you drinking my beer, dumbass?"

Sam snorted and, while Dean shot him a look - trying to fight a smile, himself - he said. "I think she's upstairs."

"Okay. Listen, Rufus called and wants my help with a possible Aswang."

Sam frowned. "Which kind?"

"Not sure. Either way, I've got the whip, so I need to get it to him."

"You want us to go?" Dean asked. "I mean, you're kinda busy around here, aren't you?" He glanced toward the study, then raised his eyebrows at Bobby.

Bobby took a deep breath and moved to the sink, turning to rest his back against it, mostly so he could see if Liz came around the corner. "To be perfectly honest, I need to get out for a little while. I love her to pieces, but I'm not used to livin' with anyone for any extended period of time. I'm glad she's here, but I have to get out, do my own thing."

Dean nodded. "I can understand that."

"We can stick around. Keep an eye out for her," Sam added.

Bobby released a breath and nodded. "That's actually the next thing I was going to ask. She's family. So are you two. As much as I need to get out, I'd only feel right about it if there was someone I trusted here with her."

Dean glanced and Sam then nodded. "Of course, Bobby. We'll take care of her."

"But don't let her know that's what you're doin'. She'll have a conniption if she finds out."

"Because she's 'not an invalid'," Dean chuckled.

Sam smiled as well.

They heard a noise from another room and looked in that direction.

Liz came in the room and stopped. "What?"

"Nothin'," Bobby said.

She narrowed her eyes at the Winchesters, who shook their heads.

"Hey, guys," Bobby said, then. "Give us a minute."

The brothers stood, taking their beers in their hands, and walked past Liz. As they did, Dean grasped her shoulder lightly and Sam smiled, almost apologetically.

She frowned, turning to watch them walk out, then she turned to look at Bobby. "What's going on?"

"Lizzy, have a seat. We need to talk."

#

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Sam and Dean were in the study when they heard Liz.

"You're gonna do what?!"

They exchanged looks.

"She doesn't sound happy," Sam said.

"Yeah, but what'd she think when she moved in? That he was just stop livin' his life?" Dean asked.

Liz came in with Bobby following. "You guys know about this?!"

Both of their eyebrows rose and they exchanged looks.

"Uhm, what?" Dean asked, trying to look innocent.

She arrowed her eyes at him, then looked at Sam, who was suddenly very interested in the book in front of him.

"Lizzy," Bobbie frowned. "Will you calm down?"

"Why don't you send them?!" She pointed at Dean, whose eyebrows rose again.

"Because Rufus is already there and he needs the whip. Besides, if this is the right kind of Aswang and it gets past us, I'm gonna want them here to protect you."

She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head, pressing her lips together. "Nobody has seen a Manananggal in this country, ever!"

"That we know of! Remember, they're tricksters!"

She rubbed her face. "Then take Sam and Dean with you. So it doesn't get past you!"

Bobby took a step closer. "Lizzy," he said, softly. "I know you're worried. And I appreciate it, but Rufus and I have been doin' this since before you," he glanced at the boys. "any of you, were born."

"I know, Bobby Bear," she whispered. "I just can't help…"

He smiled and touched her cheek. "I know." He cleared his throat. "Now, before everyone in here starts growin' lady parts, I'm going to go help Rufus, and the boys are going to stay here."

She pressed her lips together and pushed air out of them. "Like any one of you would have objections to 'lady parts' of your own!" She shook her head and moved out of the room to the front porch, letting the screen door slam behind her.

"That didn't go half as bad as I thought it would," Bobby shrugged.

#

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Liz stood on the porch when Bobby came out with his bag. She hugged him.

He kissed her forehead and looked down at her belly. "Take care of the two of you."

She nodded. "I should say the same to you."

He grinned. "Aw, that old sonuvabitch is probably barking up the wrong tree anyway."

She scoffed and crossed her arms. "Well, go. So you can get home sooner."

He grinned. "Yes, ma'am." He turned and moved down to his truck at the bottom of the steps, where Dean and Sam were.

"Are you sure—" Dean started, but at Bobby's look, he stopped.

"If you need anything," Sam added.

Bobby nodded. "What I need is for you two to keep her safe."

"Do you think it's really the baby-eating Aswang?" Dean asked.

Bobby shrugged. "Won't really know until I get there. Rufus doesn't know his ass from his elbow on this subject. I'll let you know if it's anything you need to guard her against."

The Winchester brothers and Bobby said their good-byes and Bobby got into the truck. With a final look and wave to Liz, he started the beat up truck and drove away.

The Winchesters turned to look at Liz, who glared at them just before turning on her heel and marching back into the house, letting the door slam behind her. Dean looked at Sam, whose eyebrows danced before he looked back at his brother.

"We should help with cleaning after lunch," Sam said, looking at the house.

"Nope. Too dangerous. I'm gonna go check Baby's fluids," Dean announced.

Sam nodded. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped. "I'd better go talk to her. Try to calm her down."

Dean nodded. "Good luck."

#

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Sam found her in the kitchen, tossing plates in the sink full of soapsuds and water. "Liz?"

"Go away, Sam," she snapped.

"Are you okay?"

"No."

"Can I help?"

She turned and looked at him with her eyes flashing. "You and your brother and that old man can stop treating me like I'm a freaking invalid! I don't need a damned babysitter, let alone two! If you think Bobby will need help on his case, then go!"

He held up his hands with his eyebrows raised. "I hear you. And I understand why you're upset." He moved closer to her, moving slowly and gingerly, as if moving too fast would set her off further. "But none of us are trying to make you feel like an invalid. If Bobby needed our help, we'd be going with him. But he and Rufus don't need our help."

Liz glared at him. Then she pointed a wet hand at him. "Don't be like that. I'm trying to be mad at you."

Sam smiled. "Having a problem with it?"

She turned back to the dishes and started washing what was in the sink. "No. I'm perfectly capable of it, just don't be placating me."

Sam took a washed plate from her and dried it, chuckling. "Sorry. I'll let you be angry, if it makes you feel better."

She looked up at him with her lips pressed together, chagrinned. "Dry quietly, or go away."

He smiled and took the next plate from her, drying in silence.

She continued to wash dishes with him drying them. Finally, she reached into the sink and pulled the stopper.

Sam finished drying the last dish and, then, dried his hands as he turned to watch her move to the table and begin wiping it down.

Liz turned to find him watching her. "What?"

He shook his head. "You told me not to talk."

She tilted her head, then rolled her eyes. "Why don't you go help your brother with that car of his?"

Sam smiled. "Dean doesn't need my help."

"And I do?"

He shook his head. "No."

"So?"

"I want to help."

She shook her head. "I'm going to go alphabetize Bobby's books on spells. Do something to truly piss him off."

He chuckled as he watched her walk out of the kitchen. Two steps out of the kitchen, she grabbed her middle and bent over with a gasp.

"Sam!"

Frowning, he moved to her side, quickly, bending to look at her. "Liz?"

She was pale and sweating and clutching her belly. "Something's wrong," she cried, then started to sink to her knees.

Without thinking, Sam swept her up in his arms and ran out of the house. "DEAN!" he yelled as he moved down the stairs, then to where Dean was working on the Impala.

Dean looked from under the hood of the Impala. He frowned as he saw Sam carrying Liz in his arms. He slammed the hood and moved toward his brother. "What is it?"

"Something's wrong!"

"Get in! We'll get her to the hospital!"

Sam put her down, gently, and helped her into the backseat of the Impala, then he ran to the other side and climbed in back, getting close enough to hold her in his arms.

The Impala roared to life.

"Hurry, Dean," Sam said. Then he tilted his head and spoke softly into Lizbeth's ear. "You'll be okay. We're gonna get you help."

Her face was contorted with pain and fear as she looked up at him. "It's too soon," she whispered.

Sam nodded and smoothed her hair down. "Don't worry. You're going to be okay," he whispered, catching Dean's eyes in the rearview. "We'll be there soon."

Dean caught the look and pressed his foot to the gas as far as it would go.