Blue Moon Demon

By: Coffeemaniac

This story is an adventure that spans from pre-series and into Season 7. It's liberally dosed with Bobby Singer, and includes appearances by John Winchester, Crowley and Gabriel (aka the Trickster, aka the Archangel)

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Posting two parts today because Part 2 is super short. Thank you for the reviews. Looking forward to hearing more of your thoughts.

PART 2

March 31, 1999

Bobby Singer stood alone at the edge of his property line. He read the incantation, tossed a few herbs into the mini Hibachi, read some more and threw in the lighted match. A moment later the Hibachi sizzled with white light. Bobby jumped back when something popped with the force of a shotgun. The Hibachi made a whooshing noise then cracked down one side with a loud rip in the metal.

Bobby felt the heat on his arm before he realized that some of the sparks had escaped. He dropped to his knees and rubbed his burning flannel sleeve in the dirt. When he looked back up at the fire, another explosion sent shrapnel whizzing at him. He flinched but didn't have time to duck and a piece of metal cut a long slice through the skin of his shoulder.

Bobby cursed then gasped when a shadow emerged from the flames. Man-sized, it looked like the burning ash that was left inside the small grill had formed into a human shape. Without any facial features or definition, Bobby didn't know if the spell worked, or if he had unleashed something else.

The ashy creature moved across the plastic tarp, the dirt beneath swirling out from the edges with each thump of its heavy footsteps. As it approached, Bobby noticed red gleaming from the space that should have been a face and he decided he was seeing its eyes. It stopped at the edge of the Devil's Trap painted on the tarp.

When words suddenly pressed into Bobby's mind he tried to push them out. It felt like his brain was being flooded with electrical jolts. Bobby yelled out and flattened his hands against his ears. But, it didn't help. The thing wasn't speaking; it was penetrating his mind like a jabbing knife.

"No," Bobby said. "Just…just listen. I'm not trying to hurt you. I just want to talk."

The creature pushed harder into his brain and Bobby fell forward, holding his head in his hands.

"I just need…"

Bobby gasped when something cold and thick rained over his head. A burning jolt of fire flashed through his brain and he cried out. The splat that followed hit him in the face like warm blood after a kill and Bobby covered his head with both hands.

It took a moment to focus as he felt a hand on the back of his jacket pulling on him to stand up. He managed to get to his feet before he staggered back a step and recognized Rufus holding a bucket and glaring daggers at him.

"Goddammit, have you lost your mind?" Rufus said. He flailed his arms as he yelled.

"What did you do?" Bobby said. Anger helped to clear the fog out of his brain.

"I saved your ass. What were you thinking summoning that thing?"

"Nobody asked you to get involved."

"Maybe not but it's a good thing I did or you'd be looking like that right now." Rufus pointed towards a pile of wet ash. Despite being drenched smoke still billowed from the pile.

"I could've got it to talk if you'd just given me a damn minute."

"Demons like that don't talk, Robert," Rufus said. He sounded glib as he took a few steps towards the house. Bobby swore as he followed and Rufus spun around, angry again. "Do you have any idea how much holy oil I just used to bring that thing down?"

"It's dripping down my back so you might have overdone it."

"It would've killed you, Bobby. You're playing at something that's bigger than you."

"I'm not playing. And you just screwed me up for another three years. So, excuse me if I'm not full of gratitude at you jumping into the middle of something uninvited."

"Oh, and excuse me for saving your life. Again."

"Again, my ass."

"What if it'd got away from you? It didn't exactly look like it was on the ropes there. You got any idea how much damage…"

"Don't be a damn fool, Rufus, I took precautions. There's warding all over the place. You think I don't know how to…"

"I think you're overconfident," Rufus said. "And that kind of thing will get you killed."

Bobby huffed, his anger draining away with the adrenaline. He knew the demon had attacked his mind and he knew there was a better than even chance it would have killed him if Rufus hadn't arrived. But, that didn't mean he was wrong or that summoning it wasn't necessary. He'd never convince his old partner so he didn't try.

"All right," Bobby said. "You win. Can't try again if I wanted to. You coming in?"

"You got whiskey?"

"Yep."

"Johnny Walker?"

"Nope."

"Guess I'll have to settle then."

"Don't do me any favors."

Bobby passed Rufus as they walked to the house, ears still ringing from the demon's attack, his shoulder aching from the slash of metal when the grill exploded. Angry at Rufus but knowing it was over, he led the way into the kitchen, pulled out the booze and two glasses.