I may be doing all the episodes in Season 2 with a few added ones as I go. Hope you enjoy! Again Supernatural is not own by me. I only own the rights to Christina. Comment and Enjoy!
Third Person POV
The dark night air was quickly change as a bright force of a red-orange glow filled the small wooden area in Sioux Falls South Dakota. Three silhouettes stood facing the flames as it began to dance up and down large three branches in a shape of a pyre. The crackling was the only sound made as the flames started to consume everything insight. Including a long piece of fabric that lay on the top of the pyre.
The three figures ranging from tall, to middle height and small stood not moving or shifting their feet. They continued to sit there for nearly an hour until all that was left of the pyre was a small pile of ash six and half feet in length on the ground. The wind picked up and blew the ash away swirling in circles in the air before finally the three shadows, one by one turned and left until finally the sound of a truck turning over and driving away was the only sound that echoed through the woods.
End of Third Person POV
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Bobby's POV
I was up and movin' at the crack of dawn, listening to the sound of my house making it's normal creaks and moans just like my own old body as I stepped and grabbed a clean pair of jeans, a white tee and a red button up shirt before walking out of my room to head down to the only bathroom. The door was closed and I subconsciously knocked rememberin' that I had three other people staying in these walls with me.
When nobody answered I carefully opened up the door and was happy that nobody was in there. I threw my clean clothes onto the bathroom counter and went to take care of my morning routine. Just like clockwork I thought feeling release of pressure in my lower abdomen.
I quickly washed my hands and stripped down my my undergarments before I, as quickly as my old mature body could move, pulled on my jeans and shirts before walking back to my room, leaving the door opened before collapsing into my bed to grab some socks and slipped them over my feet. I think it's time for my pedicure, I thought seeing my toes looking as though they had transformed into werewolf feet.
As I pulled on my easy laced up shoes, I heard a door opening down the hall. The soft creaks of my floor sung as someone moved down towards the bathroom. I stuck my head out and looked at the face of the Dean Winchester, as he walked down the hall. His pajama bottoms hugged his hips as he walked and he was rubbing his face. The pendent that he never took off bounced off his bare chest and he disappeared into the bathroom without a glance up at me.
I knew what he and his two other siblings, Sam and Christina, were going through as they had just gotten done with giving their father, John, a hunter's funeral. I didn't mind having the three of them living with me. Since they were all like the kids I never really wanted before. But the last three days of them living with me had changed that. I knew I could never be their father, or replace his memory in them, but I did make it known that I was there for all three of them, and that they were all grateful.
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I made my way into my kitchen without meeting the other two residents of my house as I started some coffee and set out a skillet on the stove to start making breakfast. I knew that once food was made they should be up and moving around.
"Mornin' Bobby." I turned around to see Dean walking into the room, pulling a tee-shirt down over his jeans with one hand and held his boots with the other. "When's coffee ready?" he asked pulling on his socks taking a moment to notice the hole as his big toe's tip poked through a hole. He shrugged before sliding his boot over his foot and tying it tight.
"'Bout fifteen." I grumbled not sure if I should talk more. Dean nodded his head before pulling on his other sock and boot. "Any idea when yer bother and sis gonna be up?" I asked not that I didn't understand that kids needed sleep but it was kind of irritating to be waitin' on the young.
"Sam's up and getting dressed and I have no idea 'bout Christy." Dean grumbled before walking towards the front door.
"Workin' on your car?" I asked, though I knew it was an idjit of a question as that was what Dean had been doing for the last three days after John.
"Yeah." He wouldn't look at me and I shook my head as I turned my attention back to the slowly heating up skillet and the gurgle from the coffee machine. John, Dean truly misses ya. Rest easy old friend.
End of Bobby's POV
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Dean's POV
The morning air made me shiver slightly as I walked over towards the other lot and to the skeletal form of my Baby. Her doors and glass were all off and I was just starting to take out the seats to clean up the floor completely. Even with the early morning chill I started to work hard making my arms and back started to warm up as I began to work on my car. The sun was nearly a quarter of the way when I heard someone walking up towards me. I peeked around the frame of my car when I saw Christina and Sam walking towards me. Sam carrying three mugs of coffee while Christina carried a covered plate of food.
"Food's ready." She said setting down the food on the table of tools. I slowly sat up and rubbed my oil stained hands on a old rag and stood up feeling my stomach growl for food. "Need any help today?" She asked as I grabbing the plate of food and a mug from Sam's hands.
"No," I said sipping at the dark rich taste of the coffee. I looked up at Sam as he handed one of the last two mugs of coffee to her. "What's that in your hands?" I asked seeing a small tan object under his arm.
"Dad's journal." Sam said and I felt a breeze brush past me. "Was gonna do some research to see if dad could tell us more about the yellow-eyed demon."
"Sounds good." I said nodding and turning around. "You go do that." I didn't really have to look to hear him stalk off. But I looked after him and saw that Christina was still there staring at me. "What?"
"Want to talk about it?" She asked her soft eyes were pulling something inside me. I wasn't used to having to explain my actions to nobody. I was used to keeping them locked up inside me.
"No." I said firmly turning back around and opened the Impala's hood.
"Dad said something to you before he died didn't he?"
"Yeah, but what of it?"
"Well, if something is bugging you it's better to tell someone then to hold it in."
"Well, nothin's buggin' me." I stopped and looked at her. My eyes narrowing. "Sorry I lied something is bugging me." She looked at me waiting for me to tell her what was bugging me. "You."
End of Dean's POV
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Sam's POV
I rubbed my my neck as Bobby sat reading a book while I went through some of dad's things. His wallet dropped on the desk I sat behind and I picked it up to open it. I felt a smile spread on my face as I saw a picture of mom as she was nuzzling closer to dad. I pulled out some more pictures and they were of me and Dean as kids with mom smiling behind us. A buzzing came from dad's cellphone and I looked down seeing that he had gotten a brand new voice message.
"Bobby," I said softly picking up and looking down at the phone. Bobby glanced up from behind the book. "Dad just got a voice message. Should I listen to it?"
"Ain't gonna stoke that fire," he said simply until he stood up after one of his many lines of phones began to read. It only took him a second to find out which one was ringing and instantly changed attitudes as he answered. I walked up to my room grabbing dad's phone as I walked into my room to have some quiet as I tried to break into Dad's voice-mail.
After a few minutes of tinkering and hacking, I finally got dad's voice-mail to play the message. "John, it's Ellen. Please call me." I quickly saved the message to show to my siblings what I found out. "Message will be saved for twenty-one days. End of new messages. To listen to you messages press one." I pressed one feeling a little upset with myself as I listened to see what else dad was hiding in his phone. "First message." I took in a deep breath to calm my nerves that were exploding inside me as the messages started playing.
"John. It's Ellen from the Roadhouse. Just waitin' to see if you're alright. Call me." I pressed the nine button to re-save the message.
"Next message." The machine whirled.
"Dad, I know I've left messages before. I don't even know if you'll get 'em. But I'm with Sam. And we're in Lawrence. And there's somethin' in our old house. I don't know if it's the thing that killed mom or not, but...I don't know what to do. So, whatever you're doin', if you could get here. Please. I need your help, dad." My finger shook as I had to listen to the message I didn't know Dean had left. His voice breaking and how nervous he must have felt when he did leave it.
"Message skipped. Next message."
"John, it's Ellen. Again. Look, don't be stubborn, you know I can help you. Call me." I listened to the messages again carefully listening to the dates that were being played. The last message I heard from this Ellen woman was four months old. I knew I had to let my siblings here this. Dad kept this a secret for so long. I thought as I walked back down the stairs to see Bobby fixing a few sandwiches before walking into his living room to sit at his desk.
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I walked quickly to find Dean underneath his car by himself and our sister no where to be seen. Dean was grunting and groaning underneath the car and I bent down. "How's it coming?" I asked and I saw Dean freeze slightly before getting back to work.
"Slow." Dean grunted twisting the tool in his hand on something I couldn't see on the underbelly of the car.
"Need any help?" I asked even though I had asked before I went back inside to look for anything on the yellow-eyed demon.
"You under the hood? I'll pass." Dean continued to work and my patience was wearing thin.
"Need anything else then?" Dean let out a sigh before sliding out from underneath the car and standing up walking over to the hood of the car to work there for a few minutes.
"Stop it, Sam." He snapped bending over to take the wrench in his hand towards a portion of the car I didn't know about.
"Stop what?" I asked defensively.
"What ever you and Christy are trying to do. I'm not talking about my feelings. I'm okay. I really am."
"Just makin' sure, since we've been here at Bobby's for a few and you have never brought up dad once. Or whenever Christy or I bring him up you excuse yourself and lock yourself in your room or out here working on this car."
"You know what? You're right." He nodded standing up and dropping the wrench on the table holding his arms out. "Come here. I'm gonna cry on your shoulder give you a bear hug and maybe we can slow dance while we talk this out."
"Stop being an asshole Dean." I pushed his arms down and he reached back and picked up a new tool and moved to the other side of the car. "Dad's dead. The Colt is gone. And it's pretty possible the yellow-eyed demon is behind this and you're acting like nothing has happened."
"What do you want me to say, Sam?"
"Say something! Say anything! Hell I don't give a rat's ass if you're angry and want revenge. But all you do is say lame one word sentences most of the time, or bury yourself under this damn car!"
Dean's eyes didn't look angry at all he didn't even flinch as I let loose my fury on him. "Sounds good to me. Thanks bro. Tell me, you got any leads on that demon. Making sense on dad's research? I sure ain't. I'm damn sure Christy doesn't even know anything." I squeezed my hand on dad's cellphone hearing the plastic start to creak under the pressure as Dean continued. "But you know what I'm sure once we find something...Oh wait. Did you say we lost the Colt? Unless you found another reason to kill the son of a bitch we're basically back on square one! So because of that I'm doing something I know all the answers to, and that is fixing my car."
Dean crouched down leaving me taking in a deep breath to calm down. "Well, I do have something. Or I hope it's something." I said typing in dad's phone quickly going through the other two messages that were saved on it before reaching the right one. "It's the main reason I came out here. Listen to this.
"John, it's Ellen. Again. Look stop being stubborn, you know I can help."
"So dad has a woman on his messages. So what?"
"Dean this has been saved four months ago. I thought it was barely sent but no."
"So dad saved this woman's message for four months?" Dean's face softened a little as he grabbed the phone from my hand.
"John, it's Ellen. Again. Look stop being stubborn, you know I can help." Dean bit his lip before looking up at me.
"Who's this Ellen woman anyways?"
"I don't know. All I know her name is Ellen and she's at some place called the Roadhouse." Dean nodded tossing the rag he had picked up to wipe his hands down and walked past me. "Where you going?"
"To pack! If dad saved her message then maybe she can help us." I sighed before walking away tossing the towel over the tools as I left.
End of Sam's POV