I am so sorry. But I'm trying to get this out, really. *hugs the team* (and seriously, my computer is on it's last legs, I can't run internet, music player and word processor at the same time any more, so I'll keep you updated in my search for a new tower.)

Pooch's first instinct when he saw a strange woman near his babies was to draw on her.

He barely heard Jolene and Andrea bitching him out, his girls frantically trying to stop him. He was so tired but he was damned if he wasn't going to keep his family safe.

The woman raised her hands to shoulder level and looked at Pooch. Her eyes were calm, too calm.

"I'm Molly." the woman said.

Pooch blinked when the meaning of her words sunk in. Suddenly the world snapped back into focus; he could hear Jolene promising him holy hell if he didn't put his fucking gun away; he could hear Andrea swear worse than any soldier; he could hear how scared his girls were.

"You're -"

Molly raised her chin, glaring, "I'm Jacob's wife. Jensen sent me to help."

Translation: I didn't tell them what's going down, don't fuck this up Pooch thought. He eased back the hammer and tucked his revolver back into the holster at the small of his back.

"Sorry 'bout that. Can't be to careful." Pooch said, unf-ing as the girls slammed into him.

Molly lowered her arms and quirked half a grin, "No worries."