Bobby glanced futilely at his watch once more, shit thought the grizzled hunter. Glancing up, he met her stare, feeling like a bug under a microscope, trying not to squirm. It's just when she turned that look on him, the one that made the boys listen and listen close, Bobby couldn't help but be reminded of his own Mom. And, if there's one thing Bobby Singer had taken away from his childhood, it was to never piss off his Mom.
Sara sat across the neatly set table, her focus riveted on the hunter who sat across from her. Chin set; she waited with one brow raised. "He said he'd be here Bobby. Its Thanksgiving and he said he'd be here." If anything, her gaze blazed even brighter. "He's never broken a promise to me. His last words were, I'll see you at three. That was two days ago, now I know you've talked to Sam, I know it, Bobby. So, you might as well fess up and tell me where they are. Because you know I'm going to find out and when I do you'd be better off on my good side."
Bobby swallowed; he was caught between a rock and hard place. He'd promised Sam he wouldn't say anything and yet he knew that the boys needed help. Plus, he really didn't want to find himself on Sara's bad side.
"I don't know much, they were on a hunt and something went wrong. I spoke to Sam two days ago; he figured they'd be here by now. I've tried calling his cell a dozen times since then and all I've gotten is his voicemail." Bobby pulled the brim of his hat a bit lower hoping to cut the glare he was receiving.
"Where, Bobby, did Sam say where?" Sara asked over her shoulder, already moving toward the stairs.
"Greenway, Ohio. They were chasing a poltergeist. Sara, I'm sure they've gotten the job done by now and are probably already on their way back." Bobby tried not to take offense at Sara's disbelieving snort. Glancing toward the living room couch, he saw Sara's three kids, engrossed in a movie about some zoo animals. With a sigh, he headed for the couch and lifted the littlest onto his lap. Knowing that it was no use trying to stop Sara from tracking down the boys, he waited to see how he could help.
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"Jim, I need you too look at me." Sara waited a moment until Jimmy's brown eyes focused on her own. Smiling she rubbed a hand through his hair. "Listen bud, Dean and Sam need help."
Jim's brown eyes filled with worry. "Is that why they missed dinner."
Sara nodded solemnly. "Yes, that's why. Now listen I'm going to go see if I can help them, so I need you to be really good for me."
Jimmy nodded. "I can, Mom, and I'll watch out for Mikey and Jess too."
"That's great, Jim, that'll be a big help. Now Uncle Bobby can only stay here over night, he's got to get back to work, so I called Grandma. She and Pap will be by tomorrow to pick you guys up. Okay, school's out for the week so you won't miss anything." Sara hugged Jim, hard dropping him a wink as she stood.
Sara turned to Michael, drawing him close she whispered, "You watch out for your brother and sister. I love you and I'll miss you. Give Grandma and Pap a kiss for me."
Sara forced back the tears as a tiny pair of arms snaked around her neck. Swinging the baby around, she tickled Jessie until the little girl was breathless. Looking into her blue eyes Sara said, "I'm gonna go get Dean, Baby, you wait here with the boys." Sara watched as the toddler processed her words.
"You get Dee, Now," Jessie said solemnly.
Sara nodded and said, "That's right babe, I'm going to bring him back here to you." Kissing the little girl soundly, Sara turned and placed her in Bobby's waiting arms.
Bobby took the little girl from Sara with a nod. "I'll look after them, until your folks get here. Don't worry, we'll be fine." Bobby smiled down at the toddler that was now batting her big blue eyes at him. "I'm sorry I can't go, but I've got to head up to New York," Bobby said, referring to a job he was working. He'd only just gotten in that morning and he hadn't planned on staying longer than one night.
Bobby watched as Sara headed for the door, it was only as something large nudged him in the leg that he remembered. "Sara, wait what about Jack?"
Sara turned one hand slapping her forehead. "Crap, I forgot about the dog." Sara studied Jack's big brown eyes for a moment. "I can't ask Mom and Dad to take him, they've got enough to worry about."
Bobby shrugged and said, "I'll take him with me, he'll be good company."
"No, that's no good, who knows when we'll see each other again." Sara looked at the dog and sighed. Well at least she'd have company, "Jack, wanna go for a ride?" Sara had to laugh as the dog took off for the kitchen, moments later he returned with his leash hanging out of his mouth. Sara rubbed one of his big brown ears. Heading back toward the kitchen she quickly packed up food, a bowl and some water.
This time she made it to the car without a problem, opening the door to the Jeep, she waited until Jack was comfortable on the passenger seat, his big head lolling out the window. Bobby had followed her outside, Jessie still in his arms.
Sara pressed a kiss to Jess' cheek and one to Bobby's, "My phone's on let me know if you hear from them." Climbing into the driver's seat, Sara turned on the dash mounted GPS. Pulling out of the driveway at last, she couldn't stop the tears that fell.
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Sam awoke to the sound of a groan, sitting up, he stumbled toward the other twin bed. "I'm here, Dean, can you hear me?" Placing his hand on his brother's forehead, he winced at the heat. Moving into the bathroom, he filled the ice bucket that rested in the sink with cool water once again. Moving back beside his brother he began wiping him down, desperate to lower his fever.
As Sam worked, he noticed the changes that had come over his brother in the last three days. Dean's face was so white it rivaled the pillowcase his head rested on, and his eyes were circled with shadows. Shaking his head, Sam couldn't help but think that they'd would have been better never stepping foot in Greenway, Ohio.
"Come on Sam, it'll be fine. We'll take care of the poltergeist tomorrow and still be on time for dinner at Sara's on Thursday. Trust me there's no way I'd stand up her." Dean had assured Sam, as he parked in front of the Village Green Motel. Coughing into his hand, Dean sighed, "Besides, I'm wiped. There's nothing I want more than to be with Sara and the kids for a while."
Sam glanced at his brother not liking how tired and worn he looked. "Alright, Dean, we'll take the job. But this is it, afterwards we're Pennsylvania bound and I'm driving. You look like crap and you're on enough cold medicine to render you unconscious." Sam took a last look at his brother, as he climbed out of the car to check into the Motel. Hunching his shoulders against the sleet that was falling, Sam rolled his eyes. Just their luck, the Impala wasn't exactly the best vehicle to be driving on ice.
The driving sleet should have been Sam's first clue that the job wasn't going to be 'easy'. His second one should have been the night he spent in jail. And the third well that was a toss up between Dean losing the Impala or his passing out in front of the jail. Well whichever it was, Sam knew for a fact that he already hated this town.
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As she finished the incantation, the old woman stood, knees popping, and brushed her hands together. There, she thought, that should stop them from meddling in her affairs. She wasn't happy with how close they had come to discovering her the other night. This time she intended to keep them too busy to stick their noses in other people's business, this time she would be the hunter.
