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SingerJr: Oh dear god.

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[Yeah, hunting and boys. She remembers when he'd first introduced her to the Winchesters. "Dean, I will shoot you in the ass with rock salt if you don't keep your damn pants on. Idjit."]

Dad, I don't want to be out in the field. Too much running. [She's an english and creative writing major, okay? Running is not her short list of things to do.] I like it here. I'll just help with research and redo your books on the scrapyard because your organization? Is terrible.

[Here, Bobby. Bacon and eggs. Pancakes will be up soon. She leans over his shoulder to deposit the plate, peeling off his hat (No hats at the table, Dad.) and dropping a kiss to the top of his head.]

[junkyard_hunter]

Hey, there's a filing system in there. I know right where everything is. [Kind of. Maybe. Most of the time.

[He's got to protest at least a little. Oh. Hey. Breakfast. Real, incredible breakfast.

[Has he mentioned lately how much he likes Abi living there? Because he does.] All right. After grabbing a few hours' shut eye, I'll run you through the basics. Demonology, exorcisms. How's your Latin?

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...Uh huh. [Well, besides your nose and your eye color, she also got your That's bullshit face. Aren't you proud, Bobby?]

Not a few hours. At least 8. Sleep deprivation is a cause of death, you know. Eat. [She goes back to minding the pancakes, flipping with one hand and nibbling on a piece of bacon with the other.] Took 4 years, actually. Never thought I'd use it, but it's like...the root of all languages, right? So I figured it'd give me a head start if I ever ended up stranded in the middle of some random country.

[junkyard_hunter]

[Bobby Singer? Meet your match. Not that he minds one little bit. When she wrinkles her nose like that she looks like her mother.] So's sleepin too much. [Token resistance at best.]

4 years? That's good. That'll get most of the basics outta the way. Exorcism rituals, you're learnin them until you can say them without the books. Most of the stuff I have is Latin, some Greek, and a mash of a few other long-dead languages.

Smart kid, you'll pick it up as you go. [She likes books. Note to self, be sure to threaten Sam as well as Dean next time they're in town.]

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Yeah, except you don't sleep enough as it is, so your point is null and void. [Abi barely remembers her mother. Bobby, for as little as he knows about her, is the best source she's ever had in terms of information about the woman from an outside perspective. She'd cried the first time he told her she looked like her mother.]

Yeah, two in high school and two in college. A foreign language is a requirement for an English degree. Go figure. [Memorization. Languages. All things she's got down by now, just because of college.] Who knew english majors were basically monster hunters in training.

If I'm so smart, how come you never listen to me? [She's teasing, mostly. Bobby doesn't listen to anyone. She joins him at the table a minute later with both a plate of pancakes for him and a plate for herself.]

[junkyard_hunter]

[He tries to argue and is cut short by a yawn. Damn. She can wear him down with just a look. And further proof that she's his? She can outstubborn him nine times out of ten. Bobby stabs a pancake for himself. Pancakes, bacon and maple syrup. Food of the gods.] I listen just fine. I even listen to you, missy.

.. most of the time. [There's a distinct undercurrent of teasing. They're still finding their footing, getting accustomed to each other, but it's been fairly wonderful. She's an amazing young woman and he absolutely dotes on her when he can.]

Little known hunting secret. You're the English major, Sam is the prelaw student. We take all the brainiacs and give 'em guns.

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Okay, listen. Sure. Follow? [Fine. If he wants to say he listens, he listens. But it goes in one ear and out the other. Case in point: he didn't sleep last night. Abi distinctly remembers ordering him to when she went to tell him goodnight last night.]

So what's Dean's excuse? [Her face is completely straight as she takes a bite of her pancakes.]