Little Girl

Between- part two

[Third person pov | Singer Auto Yard]

Both Olivia and Bobby had gotten a rather early start that morning, both having gotten a good nights rest. And that alone was quite rare, especially for Bobby whose slumber was often plagued by nightmares of the past.

They'd finished their breakfast, which had consisted of bacon, eggs, and more bacon. Bobby, as usual, had a beer with his, and Olivia had orange juice. Now Olivia sat on the couch while Bobby sat at his desk shifting through a few papers.

Olivia sat on the couch watching Kim Possible, her favorite cartoon. (Yes it aired in 2002, Supernatural in 2005) She liked how Kim wasn't a damsel in distress like most of the other girls in the other cartoons. And the guy, Ron, wasn't always saving her.

Plus, Rufus the hairless rat was bomb.

Today they had planned on reorganizing the large and steadily growing pile of books in Bobby's house, but eventually decided against it. Today didn't really feel like one of those 'let's clean!' days, you know? Basically, they were both feeling lazy.

[Third person pov | Impala]

Dean could feel his giddiness steadily growing as they got closer and closer to Bobby's house. And Sam could feel his curiosity growing more and more as they got closer to Bobby's house. Did Dean really like Bobby or something? Had they grown closer? 

"Hey Dea-" Sam didn't even get to finish. "I'm not telling." Dean said bluntly. Sam sighed. He supposed he'd know when he got there, hopefully. He'd never been so curious about something involving his brother before.

"We're here." Dean grinned as they pulled into Bobby's junkyard.

[Third person pov | Singer auto yard]

Bobby's head popped up when he heard a knock at the door. Liv slowly turned to look at the old wooden door as wall, pulling a small bottle of holy water out from behind her back. Bobby snorted when he saw it, standing up and making his way over to the door.

"Wait for me!" Liv whisper-yelled, jumping to her feet and skittering after Bobby who glanced back at her. The person at the door knocked again, and Bobby sighed in response. "I'm comin', I'm comin'!" He called out, undoing the latch. He kept a hand on his shotgun.

However, when he opened the door and saw who it was he grinned, his eyes shining. "Sam! It's been a while!" He exclaimed, opening the door. Sam hadn't had any contact with Bobby in a few years now, which was a little sad, but it sort of made sense.

"Bobby!" Sam smiled, hugging the older man. He however froze for a moment, slowly pulling back when he spotted Liv standing there, blinking up at him. A pretty good amount of possibilities concerning the girls identity ran through his mind, but he didn't even come close to making the connection between her, Dean, and the phone calls.

"....Who's that?" Sam asked, bewildered. Bobby blinked and turned back. However, once he saw who Sam was referring to he smiled. "Well? Introduce yourself, Squirt." Bobby stepped to the side, and Liv came forward.

"I'm Liv, that's short for Olivia," Liv told him. "Who're you?"

"Um, I'm Sam-" He turned towards Bobby. "Why... Why is there a kid in your house?"

"Pff, rude. You don't live here." Liv sassed. "And you do?" Sam asked incredulously. Liv huffed at him, folding her arms over her chest and looking annoyed. It was adorable. "Most of the time, yes." She told him.

Before Sam could open his mouth Dean kicked open the door, grinning. His eyes quickly landed on Liv and he grinned wider, if that was even possible that is. "Papa's home!" He announced with gusto. "Daddy!" Liv squealed, running and leaping into his arms. 

Sam gaped at them as Dean cooed over this random little girl he'd never seen in his life. Yet she called Dean dad.... and Dean called himself a dad.... and those phone calls....

"Oh my God," Sam breathed, his hands coming up to his face in shock. "Oh... Oh my God!"

"Sammy, this is my daughter, Olivia." Dean grinned at his face, while Liv lifted his camera phone and snapped a picture. The pair high fived, watching Sam try his best not to faint. It wasn't working to terribly well as he was barely staying conscious.

"You... You have a daughter?" Sam croaked. "I do." Dean nodded proudly, hugging his daughter a little tighter. Liv gave a thumbs up and a nod as if to say, 'Sorry, this is no prank, fool.'

"How.... When.... I'm an uncle," Sam realized. "And you don't have a fetish for children's things."

Dean narrowed his eyes in a pouty kind of way. "No, Sam. God, of course not! I'm pretty messed up, but not that messed up." Dean said. "I'm an uncle." Sam wasn't listening. "Yes, Sam. You're an uncle." Bobby patted the man's back.

"...I'm an uncle."

"Yes Sam, as you have stated three times now."

"Yeah... you okay, Sammy?"

"Uncle Sam?"

The man fell backwards, unconscious. All the other three could do was wince at the thunk.