"Dean! Where the hell ya been?" Bobby was angry.
"Don't ask," Dean got out of the Impala and that's when Bobby noticed something was wrong. Dean caught Bobby staring and growled, "'I've had a bad mudder fukin day. Two flat tires. Who gets two flat tires?"
Bobby shrugged, no longer angry. "So why'd ya call me to meet ya here?"
"Know anything about that house?" Dean pointed to one far back from the road.
"It's been abandoned for as long as I can remember. Why?"
"Heard there might be a spirit haunting it, but couldn't find any proof when I looked. Witness account was shaky. With it being in your neck of the woods, figured you would know."
"I think I'd know," Bobby replied. "Who was the witness?"
"Belinda something. She lives in town."
"Belinda? Little younger than me, kinda round?"
"Yeah. Know her?"
"You drug me out here for something she told you? She's not all there, Dean. Couldn't ya tell?"
"Some folks say we're not all there, Bobby."
"We're a hell of alot closer than Belinda is. Should I follow you back to the scrap yard in case you get another flat?"
"Don't you even joke about it," Dean commented as he closed the car door.
Bobby chuckled. If anyone would get two flats, it would have to be Dean.