Summer zipped up her leather jacket against the cool breeze. Winter came early to these parts of the United States not that she got all that cold not after years of being what she was and what she does. No, she lost the ability to be cold a long time ago. She decided that running to the old man's house would be better. He wouldn't hear her coming until she was knocking on his door. She did not plan on hurting him she would never do that to the old man but he knew how to get into contact with the people she needed to see.
It was urgent she get in touch with them not that they needed anymore on their plate but still they couldn't go without knowing. She stood in front of the old home trying to will away memories that were better off dead and buried. But no matter how hard she had tried she couldn't get his words out of her mind couldn't stop replaying them. It was just after her friend Madison had died and she had decided that spilling the beans was a good idea, mostly because she had been caught.
"You know what I just don't care. You have three days Summer, three days to get the hell out of here. And then I'm coming after you."
She had wanted to scream to shout "why" but she didn't nor would she that wasn't who she was if he wanted it to end that way after she had saved his ass three different times then so be it. Sam hadn't even put up a fight in her defense and that had hurt more than she could ever describe. She threw herself into the hunt after that. She barely stopped, barely slept. In the last three and a half years. And she sure as hell didn't think about those Winchesters. Couldn't afford to.
Her heels crunched the gravel had clicked on the old wood of Bobby's front porch steps as she walked them. When she reached, the door hit the door with an open palm. She knew he was home could smell him in there and she wondered how he would react to seeing her here after all these years.
When he finally opened the door, she was almost surprised when he wasn't pointing a gun at her head.
"Well hello Bobby long time no see." She said her hands on her leather-clad hips a bitter smirk on her lips. "Summer good to see you," It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the truth either she could sense his confusion he couldn't understand why she was here after all these years. "What no shotgun pointing at my head I'm surprised Bobby, your getting slack in your old age."
"Did you come her for something or are you here just to call me old?" He barked his eyes shinning underneath the trucker hat. "Oh no, I came here to get a message to Dean and Sam. May I come in I'll tell you everything." She said with mocking sweetness. It almost hurt to talk to him this way she had loved him like a father once upon a time. To bad things had to be this way between them. "Sure come in." She walked in front of him mostly to make him feel better. She could take him if she had to not that she would. She sat at his small kitchen table her back towards the fridge and waited as he poured them both a drink.
He sat down drink in hand and slid her towards her. She played with it unwilling to drink it just yet. "So what did ya come here for?" How to tell him without it seeming that she was threatening him or them. "I can't tell you that Bobby to tell you would put you at risk." He snorted at that and she let a real smile grace her lips. "Ya don't think you being here has already done that?" she shook her head, no the people after her, after Dean and Sam would think she had just come to him to get a message to the boys.
"No, no your as safe as you were yesterday even with me here." She paused and shot him a smirk that could have only been considered wolfish. He snorted again and returned her smirk with a grin of his own. "Could you just get Dean and Sam here, please I need to talk to them?"
"I can't do that. Take a sip of your drink Summer." She picked it up and put it to her lips but she didn't drink it. That same wolfy smile spread across her features and her eyes turned ice blue. "Really Bobby, wolfsbane?" He just looked at her daring her to drink it. If it would bring those Winchesters here then by damn it she will do it. She stood up glass in hand and downed the drink but before he could swallow her throat closed, she coughed spitting the drink out and over the kitchen floor.
She fell to the ground one hand flat on the floor the other holding her burning throat, her eyes bugged and flashed from brown to blue. Pain coursed through her body she should have known he would have given her whiskey soaked in wolfsbane. It must have been soaking because normally it would have this sort of effect normally it wouldn't render her so helpless. As her world faded to black, she felt arms lifting her up.
When she came to she was laying on a cot her feet were bare and she wondered why as she looked up at the devils trap that doubled as a ceiling fan. She put her feet to the floor but a searing pain that made her scream like a stuck pig had her jerking them back up and onto the bed. She took inventory and saw the blisters on her feet. "That's a new addition. In our line of work you never know what's going to wind up down here," He murmured through the slit in the door. All she could see was his eyes. She wondered if she was ever going to get out of here or if he was going to leave her here and let Dean and Sam come and kill her.
"No Summer I won't leave you here, I should but I won't." Telling him that she hadn't killed another human being since her change wouldn't make him listen it hadn't worked for Dean and Sam. However, she knew what would. "I know how to get you out of your deal with Crowley." She murmured not looking at him but at her already healing feet. "And how would you know about that?" She shrugged and murmured, "When you have lived as long as I do you get to know a few people. So do you want to know or not." he slammed the grate closed and she could hear him stomping up the steps.
Once she heard the door closed she started laughing, he would be back she knew he would because he so desperately didn't want to end up as hellhound chow.
It took a few days of him bring her food, giving her back her shoes so she could pee (even if she had to drink water soaked in wolfsbane so he could take back said boots to do it) and her asking , "do you wanna know yet?" before he finally relented and asked how to do it. "Find a crossroad demon, find its bones then torch it. But be careful it will kill 'em if you leave the fame on for to long." She murmured as if she was giving him a recipe. "That's a myth." He scoffed. "Is it? Try it and find out old friend you might be surprised.
A week or so later at least she thinks its been that long she had no way of judging time flow because there were no calendars, well there was but she doesn't count the ones that were accurate back in nineteen-seventy-six she heard him struggling to tie someone up. She wished that she had her shoes so she could peek out the slot and see what was going on. She heard him asking questions followed by a mocking laugh and sarcastic words until he did what she told him to do. She curled up on the bed falling asleep to the sounds of torture ringing out through the basement.
The next day she was sitting on the desk (she had pushed the cot over to it when he gave her boots back so she could walk around and pee) reading a book that Bobby probably didn't even know he had down there. It was a book on Scottish lineage. And what do you know there was a section of the bastard son of a duke. That lived his life as a tailor. He was a sadistic son of a bitch by all accounts a demon when he was still human. No wonder Crowley was as good as he was. She had her legs crossed one foot swinging back and forth when he opened the door.
"Told you it would work." she murmured never taking her eyes off the book. "Yes you did. Look I tried telling the boys," She looked up at him then and cut him off. "Let me guess they couldn't be bothered by your needs right?" She had hit her mark on that she could tell its not like she could have gotten that far off the mark Dean and Sam would never change. They were that way when they were still friends. Oh, they weren't all bad they would give you the shirt off your back if you asked. But that was the problem you had to ask or more like yell at them to get them to listen. They could be a little inconsiderate. Good boys just a bit trying at times.
She cocked her head to one side her brown hair making a curtain over one shoulder and marked the book. When she was done, she tossed it to him. "Check out that page I marked you'll find something useful. I know demon skank spilled the beans but there's more in there." he picked up the book, which had skidded to a halt right at his feet and opened to her marked page. "Where did you get this?"
"Right here. I knew you didn't even know you had it. You should pay more attention Bobby." She sounded all the world like she was dead tired. And she was tired, tired of playing these games with him. It really did hurt that she had to play the bitch with him. Not that she wouldn't mind doing it with Dean and Sam. She still held a bit of a grudge with them. Really, all they had to do was some research and they would know that she hadn't hurt another living soul. Well that's not true; to rephrase that statement she hadn't hurt a human.
"Summer I've been looking and,"
"Save it Bobby. Even if you hadn't found anything no one would believe that a werewolf like me couldn't kill someone." He looked like he wanted to argue but he seemed to rethink it and shut the door behind him as he walked out. She put her head in her hands and let out a little sob. Her first real emotion in years something other than anger and you know what, "Fuck you Bobby for doing this to me now." She said with such bitterness and sadness it made her heart hurt.
She was laid out on the desk leg crossed over one knee kicking it up and down and counting to a hundred and back. It was a meditative thing she had learned from some guru in India. She thought he had been quack when she was told about him. Told that he could help her keep her anger under check so she was surprised when it worked and still did. When she suddenly heard footsteps and voices. Dean and Sam, she thought, their finally here.
She knew they would come it had only been a matter of time. "She can't walk over to ya there's silver on the floor and I confiscated her boots and socks." She heard Bobby grumble. She didn't move when the door swung open and the boys walked in. "Well its about time you showed up." She snapped. "Fuck off Summer tell us why you're here." Dean snapped back. She clicked her tongue and sat up, "Dean, Dean always so impatient." she swiveled around so she was facing them and narrowed her eyes when she saw the gun pointed at her.
"How about I just shoot you then?" She threw her head back and laughed well more like cackled, "Oh sweetheart do you think I'm afraid of your little gun?" She murmured as she stretched out on the desk looking like the Cheshire cat that had just lunched on the canary. "Its got," He started but she cut him off she was having entirely too much fun right now. "Filled with silver bullets." She finished for him as she propped her head on one hand and scratched at the wood underneath her with her nails. "Oh I know. But the thing is I don't care."
"And why is that?" Sam asked his dark hazel eyes that were once so filled with life looked empty and soulless now. "Because my dear I am no longer afraid to die. What's the point when someone is snatching up my kind to find our alpha?" she watched as Dean's suspicion suddenly went up a few notches. "How do you know about that?" She shrugged as if she didn't care. "You mean how do I know that the family that you thought were dead isn't and is hunting us and the others in search of Alpha's? Well you learn a few things when there's a war going on." She murmured a smile breaking free as she rolled over onto her back.
She was having too much fun annoying Dean Winchester to much fun indeed.
