Hi this is my first try putting up a story here on FFN for Supernatural. Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, obviously.
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Not sure what the title should be so for now it's Bobby's House.
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Bobby sat curled up in his chair at home with the new journal he had recently gotten in the mail from his friend. Well, it wasn't exactly new – in fact it was incredibly old, the pages made of parchment and folded and sewn together to make the binding, with some kind of leather for the cover. And the dust – Craig hadn't bothered to dust it off before sticking it in the bubble-wrap envelope to mail, resulting in a huge cloud that had Bobby hacking for a couple of minutes when he pulled the book out of the envelope. Bobby was no stranger to dust – he had enough old tomes all over to the house that to keep them completely dust-free would be a full-time job – but to mail the dust with the book? Sheesh.
Once he got over the dust storm, he looked wondrously at that cover. It was dyed red, and had a large engravement pressed onto the leather in what looked like some kind of gold-leaf, and the symbol was intricate. He found himself wondering what it was, because it did not look familiar, and Bobby had seen plenty of symbols in his lifetime. He traced the outline of some of it with his finger. The general shape of it was a circle, which was common for symbols. A circle represented completeness, full cycles, and balance. Important stuff for rituals.
He opened the book and was taken aback by the strange writings. It certainly wasn't in English. Craig sure didn't explain or do much when he mailed this to Bobby. Just said on the voicemail he left, "I found a really old journal that had been locked away in a secret room. Sending it to you because you are the most knowledgeable hunter I know."
Even with his background, and he had taught himself at least parts of several foreign languages, Bobby had no clue what this language was. It certainly didn't use anything close to the English alphabet. The writing was like he had never seen before, made of longish and blockish symbols. He paged through the journal carefully, since the pages were delicate. The entire thing was scripted in that bizarre writing. Why the hell did Craig mail this to him, he should have driven it over, this was like a museum piece and no doubt extremely valuable.
Bobby spent some time pouring over all the different symbols that were covering the pages along with the unusual writing. They were fascinating. All intricate, the general shape a circle, and all stuff he had never seen before. The writing and the symbols were all in a dark red, which made Bobby wonder if the ink was blood – it wouldn't be the first time.
But there was one circle that was soot-black, larger than the others, somewhat similar to the one on the cover – and Bobby thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, but it seemed – indented into the page? He touched it, and sure enough, he could feel the indentation. He lifted the page and looked at the other side. The other side was flat and showed no evidence of the indentation. Bobby shook his head in puzzlement.
He was getting a headache. He closed his eyes, squinting against the pain. He opened them again, and took a sip of his tea – bourbon had sounded good tonight, but Sam and Dean had been in the neighborhood – and for them 'in the neighborhood' meant they were only a 4 hour drive away – so because they were coming and because he wanted to study this book carefully, he decided he needed his mind sharp and settled for a hot cup of tea. It was cold out anyways.
He wanted to study the symbols some more and took out a pad of paper and a pencil to see if he could draw the black one. He worked on it awhile. His headache was getting worse, though. He scrounged around for a bottle of Tylenol he kept close to his chair and took two of them. He went back to work on the symbol and was thinking of comparing it to another book of symbols that he'd been compiling on his own, when he saw headlights pulling up to the house outside. Dean and Sam must be here, he thought. Good. He closed his eyes again, because he had another sharp stab of the headache.