We were sitting in a diner to get ourselves some food. We looked through the menu, and after a little a waitress come over.

"Welcome to Biggerson's." The waitress asked in their sickly sweet voice. "What can I get you?"

"I would like the double bacon cheeseburger and a beer." Dean started.

"I will have the Cub salad with a water." Sam said.

"Boring." Dean whispered to me and I chuckled slightly.

"I take the pulled pork burger with a Dr. Pepper. " I smiled and gave her my menu along with Sam and Dean's.

"Okay." She took the menus. "I will bring you the drink soon."

After she walked away Dean looked over at me. "You have never had Dr. Pepper before."

"Well, no." I shrugged. "But I wanna try as many different things, I can before going back."

Sam and Dean looked at each other and shrugged too.

"Here you go." The waitress had just gotten back with our drinks and and handed them out.

"Thanks." I smiled.

"I hope it is okay, I ask, but how is it?" She asked and we looked confused before she clarified. "Adopting."

"Oh." Dean started. "She is not-"

"No daddy-o." I giggled and nudged him with my elbow. "Don't be modest. Tell the young lady about how great I am."

"It is awesome." Dean smiled. "She is a sweetheart." He nudged me quite hard too.

"Sounds amazing." She smiled. "My girlfriend and I have thought about it."

"I can only recommend it." Sam chuckled, and the waitress went over to some other guests at the entrance. "What was that about?" He looked back at me.

"What?" I giggled. "Everyone already thinks I am Dean's daughter. I might as well have some fun with it." I took a sip from my drink.

Sam had gone to a bar, and Dean being Dean had followed, all while I decided to stay a the motel and read some books. Or well one book. I really wanted to read John's journal, since I had seen it on multiple occasions, and Sam and Dean were very secretive about their dad. Also I really wanted to know, what a so intense hunter thought about supernatural creatures.

I expected them to be intense, but not down right cruel. I mean, this journal basically said to kill every supernatural creature, you encounter. All because it could turn out to be a killer and better be safe than sorry.

So going by John's train of thought, I should have been killed, when I was born because I could turn out bad.

I threw the journal on the table and groaned in frustration over the words written. Just then the door opened and I saw two tired looking boys.

"How much did you get?" I joked. "You do know I can't drive."

"Not right now, Cub." Dean sighed as he walked to the bathroom.

"What was that about?" I tried to ask Sam.

"I'm just tired of his attitude." Sam sighed as he threw himself on one of the beds. "It's almost like, he doesn't wanna be saved. I mean I tried to save him, I did, but I can't."

"Sam," I let out a sigh too. "You are doing everything, you can, so am I, and you can't do anymore. You know Dean better than anyone else, right?"

"Probably." He mumbled.

"So how does Dean act, when he is scared?" I asked. "From what I have seen, it is by pretending not to care, I guess to hope it won't hurt as much."

"I know." He sighed. "I just want him to care."

"I understand." I shrugged.

"How do you know so much about this?" Sam frowned.

"Because Varga does the exact same thing." I chuckled slightly at the memory of my brother. "I guess that is just something as youngest ones always knows."

"Yeah, you're probably." Sam chuckled as well.

"I am always right." I joked.

"Don't get cocky." He warned in a playful tone. "Wait, what did you mean by 'so am I'?"

"What?" I frowned chuckling.

"You said, that I was doing everything, I can to save Dean, and you said, so were you," Oh crap, I did not think that one through, "what did you mean by that?"

"I didn't want to say anything, in case it turned out to be bull," Yeah no turning back now, Leona. "But I asked Varga to ask Carrie, our packhealer in case you forgot, to see, if she, or anyone she knew, had any information on how to save Dean."

"When did you do that?" He asked confused.

"At Christmas." I explained. "You know, when I went to talk with Varga, while you decorated the room, and Dean got beer and soda."

"You know, you could have told us." He sighed.

"If you heard the first part, I said, I didn't want to get your hopes up, if they didn't find anything." I exhaled. "Please, don't tell Dean anything yet. It would be cruel to give him that hope, and then it turning out to be crushed."

"I won't." Sam smiled.

"Pinky promise?" I held up my pinky.

"You have pinky promises?" He chuckled.

"No, but I do pick up something with all the time, I spent here." I giggled. "So pinky promise?"

"Pinky promise." He grinned as he took my pinky.

The call, Dean had gotten while they were at the bar, was from a hospital saying that Bobby was in a coma and not waking up. Although it was the complete opposite direction of where we were going, we all needed to see Bobby, especially if he was injured.

We arrived the next morning to find Bobby unconscious on a hospital bed. I moved over to him and took his hand, and yes, I haven't known him for long, where I could remember him that is, but he was like the weird uncle, who you loved no matter, how irritable he could be. I didn't want to lose him yet.

"So what's the diagnosis?" Sam asked.

"We have tested everything, we can think to test." The doctor explained. "He seems perfectly healthy." I'm not so sure about that part, but not my area of expertise.

"Except that he is comatosed." Dean added.

"Mr. Sniderson," Always nice to know our fake name, Dean. Thank you for telling me in advance. "You're his emergency contact. Anything we should know? Any illnesses?"

"He never gets sick, I mean he doesn't even catch cold." Dean answered with a sadness, he tried very hard to hide.

"Doctor, is there anything, you can do?" Sam asked with a more professional tone.

"Look, I am sorry, but we don't know what's causing it, so we don't know how to treat it." The doctor looked up at Sam. "He just went to sleep and didn't wake up."

We went to the motel, Bobby had been staying at to see, if there were any clues.

"So, what was Bobby doing in Pittsburgh?" Sam asked in slight confusion.

"Unless, he is taking an extremely lame vacation,"

"He must have been working a job, right?" Sam argued.

"Hoenstly, I didn't know he still did that." I said which caused the Winchesters to stare at me. "He just seems more like the guy, who does all the research. You know, the smart one behind everything?"

"Well, you would think there would be some sort of sign or something, you know?" Dean shrugged off my comment, as we all started to look around the room. "Research, news clippings? A freaking pizza box or a beer can?"

I could smell a very strange smell coming from the closet, and not like the 'you-really-need-to-wash-your-clothes' type of smell, more like a papery smell. I opened it to find it with clothes hanging and something on the wall behind it.

"I think, I found something." I called as I turned on the light in the closet and moved the clothes.

"Good old Bobby, always covering up his tracks." Dean chuckled at the sight. "Well done, Cub."

"You make heads or tails in any of this?" Sam asked.

"I think, I have seen that plant before." I pointed to a picture. "But I am not completely sure where."

"Silene Capensis, which of course mean absolutely nothing to me." Dean commented as he took the picture of the wall.

"Here, obit." Sam took a small clipping with picture of a man on it.

"A what now?" I frowned.

"When someone dies, you sometimes write an obituary and put in the newspaper, so everyone can remember, what the person had done in their lives." Sam explained to me.

"Argh." I nodded in understanding.

"Doctor Walter Gregg, 64, university neurologist." Sam said.

"How did he bite it?" Dean asked.

"Uhm actually they don't know," Sam read in surprise. "They say, he just went to sleep and didn't wake up."

"Like Bobby." I remarked.

"Alright, so lets say Bobby was looking into the docs death." Sam hypothesized. "You know hunting after something-"

"That started hunting him." Dean finished.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"Now, you two stay here and see if you can make heads and tails in this." Dean ordered.

"What are you gonna do?" I questioned.

"Looking at the good doctor myself." He answered and walked out the door.

"So we get stuck with the research, while he is having fun?" I sighed. "Doesn't seem fair if you ask me."