Bobby Singer's Daughter - A Supernatural Fan Fiction

Chapter Two - Demon in the Details

Dad pats my leg to wake me up from my short nap, it wasn't much but enough to recharge my battery. When we get out of the car my father seems a little different, stiffer in his movements maybe it's just his old age getting to him, I brush it off as he knocks on a motel door a few rows down from where he parked the Impala.

"Hey Bobby," a familiar rough voice greets.

My father reaches in pulling the man into a hug and slaps his back in greeting, "I've brought back up," he says releasing him. The guy looks over my father's shoulder his green eyes catching mine, they go wide in recognition and surprise, "Lennie," he breathes, "it's been a long time."

"You could say that," I grin.

He pushes past Bobby pulling me into a hug burying his head in my shoulder and strands of hair that came loose from my ponytail, "it's so good to see you," he whispers in my ear then lets me go as his brother, Sam, comes into view pulling me into a tight hug too holding tightly.

"It's good to see you boys in one piece," my father says as we make our way inside.

"You weren't followed, were you?" Dean asks as he shuts the door behind us.

"You mean by Angels, demons or Sam's new superfan?" he laughs a little.

Sam seems to blush a little in embarrassment, "you heard."

"I heard, Romeo. So...sword of Michael, huh?"

"You think we're talking about the actual sword from the actual Archangel?"

"If what you guys are saying is true, that Angels are actually real," I sigh, "then you better friggin hope so for all our sakes."

Dad pulls several books from the bag he brought in with him, flips it almost to the middle of the book and points a finger at a painted figure holding a large weapon, "That's Michael," he tells us, "toughest son of a bitch they got."

"You kidding me?" Dean splutters as Sam flips to another page with Michael on it, "tough? That guy looks like Cate Blanchett."

"Well I wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley," Dad says, "believe me. He commands the Heavenly host. During the last big dust-up upstairs, he's the one who booted Lucifer's ass to the basement. Did it with that sword." He points to the large weapon, "so if we can find it..." he trails off and Sam says, "we can kick the Devil's ass all over again; all right, where do we start?"

Dad's way of starting is to dig through the books he brought with him; at least that's where he's hoping we'll find the answer. I take two books and trundle over to the bed closer to the bathroom and sit cross legged splaying the books open while looking at them together; after a long minute Dean joins me siting at the foot of the bed, I can feel his eyes on me.

'Where've you been?" he asks.

"Around," I respond without looking up.

Sighing I finally look up at him, his eyes dancing in the motel light, "what do you want Dean?" I ask.

"Nothing nothing," he stutters, "I just.... I know we left off on the wrong foot, hell it was mostly my fault we fought but I really did miss you."

"Lilith did not break the final seal," Sam announces loudly forcing Dean and me to break eye contact, the older Winchester seems pissed, "Lilith was the final seal."

"Sam stop it," Dean roars.

"I killed her," his brother continues, "and I set Lucifer free."