Family Found

Chapter 2

"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?"