Bobby Singer's Daughter - A Supernatural Fan Fiction

Chapter Twenty - Seven - We're Family

When I get to the house dad's scowling from the study and I raise an eyebrow; he raises his phone in question which starts to buzz again and I sigh in agitation that boy doesn't know when he's not wanted.

"Hey Dean," Bobby mutters then says, "yeah she just walked through the front door." He extends the phone out to me, but I don't take a step forward or reach for it instead I say loudly, "I think a break is in order, I'm hurt and unhappy." Then I start to walk back upstairs where dad can't follow me, but I hear him say, "just let her cool down, son, it's the hormones."

I scoff hormones my ass, closing the door behind me I lock the damn thing knowing full well that Dean or Sam could unlock it within minutes; setting the bag on my dresser I take a seat in the rickety old chair and groan this is not comfortable for a pregnant woman to sit in. Looks like I'll have to order some comfier things and start ordering baby stuff like a crib, bottles, and baby clothes which makes me groan again; there's so much that this child will need along with attention and care. The moose I pull out first and set on the shelf closest to me for when the baby gets here, next I pull out the 'What to Expect when Expecting' book and open it up to the first chapter.

After a while my eyes start to feel heavy, so I put the book down splaying it out, so I know where I left off, I leave the other book in the bag it'll be a while before I need to really consider names especially since I don't know the sex of the child however according to our future it'll be a girl but maybe it'll be different. It's now dark outside as I stand and stretch rubbing the sore spots on my back that I can reach, even though I'm mad at Dean right now I do wish he was here to help ease my back pain; sighing I head downstairs to find dad in the kitchen on the phone with a random hunter whose having problems of their own.

It looks like he was in the middle of getting something small for supper started so I take over and start putting things together; he decided that chicken or steak salad would be the best option and I have to agree because this child has been really demanding with the leafy foods lately hopefully that'll change because I can only eat so much of that stuff. I hear the phone click back into its place on the wall as I'm frying the steak and chicken chunks and he wheels over to check things out for himself; when he sees the food cooking he nods then rolls away back to the study where the wheels stop and don't start again for a long time.

Once the steak and chicken are done, I set the table with several different bowls filled with lettuce, carrot slices, two different cheeses, and a few different salad dressings; I like my salads dry, but dad can be very picky sometimes. Once the meat selections are set, I wander to the study where dad has his nose buried in books again this time it's his bible that we've been using to help the guys I wonder what's going on now or if he's just preparing for what may come next.

"Everything alright, dad?" I ask.

He looks up at me, "yeah just trying to stay prepared," he closes the book earmarking the page he stopped on, "supper ready?"

I nod and he follows me to the kitchen bumping into me a few times because I wasn't moving fast enough but he apologize because it does hurt a little when the metal foot pedals hit my bony ankles. I sit and wait for him to wheel around the table and start to load his plate with food, he chooses the steak, good I was kind of hoping to have the chicken all to myself tonight. Once he's satisfied with how his plate looks, I load up mine and we eat in silence; he doesn't try to bring up Dean leaving again nor do I mention it.

"You nervous for tomorrow?" he asks after a while; his plate is almost empty.

"A little, I'm overdue for the appointment and I'm afraid I'm going to do something wrong and hurt the baby."