So here's a new chapter... I just couldn't let go writing lol
Thanks to Marina Ka-Fai and Blondie 20000 for their review. I hope I'll like this chapter too.
I'll be posting a new story tomorrow ^_^ I hope you'll read it too ;) It will be called "The Butterflies Mansion"
CHAPTER 2
Everything happened very fast and before Bobby could think straight he was dressed, a bandage around his head to stop his forehead to bleed. And there he was, sitting in a police interrogation room. When a young policeman finally arrived, Bobby glared at him, hoping he was playing his role well enough.
- I expect this crazy woman to be punished ! Attacking a respectable man (he certainly hoped he was) like me in a shower room of a men club ! It's a shame !
- Sir Cushing...
- Yes, it's my name, Sir Carter Cushing (luckily he had found "his" paper on his jacket) you better take care of this psycopath than interrogate me !
- But Sir, she said it's a misunderstanding... that she came to give your check back and that you flipped on a pudde...
- Bullshit ! She hit me and then SHE flipped. I was just defending myself ! Who are you going to believe ?
Bobby was really great at improvising. All his hunter years learned him that as well and by the look of the policeman, he was doing a good job. The cop clearly was uncomfortable. Rookies were really a good target.
- Look, Bobby said with a reconforting smile, if you let me leave this room now, I will not tell your superior how you treated me. I have a lot of thinks to do and my head hurt. I have a commotion you know...
- F... Fine Sir... I'll forbide Lady Sharpe to come close to you... Your daughter is waiting for you in the hall...
A daughter ? This world was freakyier than he was expecting ! He could not have a daughter ! Yes, he considered Sam and Dean his sons but a daughter ? He was not father-material and he frankly didn't know how to talk to a girl ! He couldn't imagine dealing with a young girl or even worse, a bloody teenager ! When he arrived in the hall, a blonde, almost white haired, woman ran to him and hugged him.
- Father, you did me quite a fright ! What happened ? How are you feeling ? No way you're going to work today... You need to rest ! And... I need to talk to you...
This fragile woman should be his daughter... Strange... she didn't look like him... her big eyes stared at him with emotion and concern. She must really loved her father... she was very elegant and beautiful in her own way.
- Can we talk about that at home, my child ?
Bobby had no idea what her name was... He thought that playing with his head injury was the best he could do... What sort of a father he could be if he had forgotten the name of his very own flesh and blood...
When they arrived to a big mansion he supposed to be their home, his daughter insisted for him to rest in his favorite armchair...
- Father, what happened ? She asked slowly
- I tell you what happened ! A bloody lunatic came in the shower room of my club and attacked me ! That's what happened ! Luckily I was able to defend myself or she would have killed me !
- Lady Lucille said it was a misunderstanding !... that you...
- You know her ?
- Of course Father... she was there last night with her brother for supper... Are you alright ? Should I call Alan ?
- Balls ! My own daughter is trusting a psycopath instead of her own father ! Bobby whispered... I'm afraid I have some memory problem... The stroke on my head should have been stronger than I expected...
- Don't play like that ! You PAID them to go back to England so that Thomas could not court me anymore !
- What ?! Who's the bloody hell is Thomas ?
- Sir Thomas Sharpe, Lucille's brother ! Are you sure you are okay ?
Even if she had asked for his well being, Bobby knew that the young woman was mad. The way her eyes stared at him, her lips to twist at his lies... If her father truly has paid the man his daughter loved to go away, then it was understandable... But the fact he nearly died at the hand of the sister of his "daughter"'s love interest was too much... He didn't know why "he" did that but is was a pretty good idea. No way she was going to see them again ! He had to try not to get angry. He had to stay in his role.
- I don't have to explain you why I did what I did ! You just have to know I did it for your well-being...
- But Father ! You made him broke my heart ! Why...
That was enough for him... He couldn't let an innocent girl with this crazy woman !
- ENOUGH you idijt !
- Father, language !
- Now shut the fuck up and listen to me ! This Lucille tried to kill me and you blame me for arranging her and her blasted brother to leave ! Balls ! This world is crazy ! I thought I have seen it all but I was wrong ! Now go to your room and stay there !
Tears started to show on the woman eyes but she refused to let them fall. She ran toward the stairs, shouting :
- You never spoke to me like that !
- Boohoo, sorry your feelings hurt, Princess
Finally alone, a bit shaken by what was just happened with his newly daughter, Bobby visited the house to find the kitchen. Maybe there, he would find some herbs and oils he could use to summon Crowley... when he finally find what he was looking for, someone knocked on the front door. A young domestic he had never seen opened and came to annonce the Barronet Thomas Sharpe. Bobby gave the lad his day before rushing to the hall where he met a handsome young man, with dark hair and pearcing blue eyes. So this was the brother... interesting... He needed to be alone. This would have to be quick.
- Sir Cushing, I came here to apologize... My sister...
- She tried to kill me ! Now get out of here ! You'll never see my daughter again ! OUT !
Thomas backed down. He never thought that Carter Cushing could be so... dramatic, so... violent. Sure, what Lucille has done was unforgivable but... he was not his sister...
- May I see Edith one last time ? The barronet asked, not looking into her father's eyes.
- Over my dead body ! Bobby screamed before slamming the door on his shocked face.
Summoning a demon was quite simple, if you knew what do to... And, luckily for Bobby, this Carter seemed to have all he needed. Preparing the trap, he could hear Edith crying. Edith... so that was her name. He secretly hoped that this new information would be useless to him, that he would be home soon, with Dean and Sam, that the Apocalypse would be behind them...
Instead of the familiar accountable face of Crowley, Bobby soon faced a skinny, short strange man who looked at him with big black eyes. His hand-me-down clothes were too big for him.
- Crowley ? Bobby asked hesitantly
- Yes, that's my name... and who is the first one to ever summon me directly ?
- Crowley, you son of a...
- Bitch ? Yes she was... Witch too if you allow me to say... She was reeeeeeeeeally crazy that one ! But I suspect you didn't summon me to talk about dear old mum... And you seem to know me...
- Don't play with me, you idjit ! Bring me back to Sam and Dean so we can stop bloody Lucifer !
- The Devil is still in his cage and he is not going to go free pretty soon... what if we start with the beginning... how do you know me ?
Bobby tried to explain his best about what was happening, Crowley complicating his task by commenting every single details... After a very long hour of explication, the demon was quite shocked.
- So, a simple crossroads-demon like me is preventing the Apocalypse with hunters ! Wow !
- Bring me back now !
- I can't ! I don't even know why my futur-self will do that to you... Time travel is very difficult... but enough talking, you wasted to much of my time, and time means lost souls... My boss won't be happy...
- Don't worry about Lilith... that bitch will be dead soon enough... beside, you idjit can't go anywhere, Bobby said revealing the demon trap, coming nearer the demon with a bottle of holy water...
Outside the house, not caring about the heavy rain, Thomas stood still, hopelessly watching Edith's window. The young woman smiled sadly, waving at him...
