"Idjits," Bobby sighed under his breath as he snapped his phone shut.
Where the hell were those boys when you needed them? Bobby grabbed the salt and lined the windows and doors of his study with a thick line of salt. Something was coming for him, something big. He could feel it in his bones. He dialed Dean's number again rapidly, eyes watching the entrances with worried eyes.
"You've reached Dean Winchester, leave a message," Dean's voice echoed through the speaker."Balls. Listen, kid, something is coming, something big and it's coming for me. I can handle my own but I would like some help, you idjits" Bobby snarled into the phone before snapping the phone shut angrily.
"This will be fun," a raspy voice whispered near Bobby's ear.
Bobby whipped around, reaching for the dagger by his desk. A dark figure stood in the corner of the room. Bobby frowned as darkness seemed to seep into the room. Bobby ground his teeth, unable to move an inch otherwise. Something was holding his body firmly in place. The figure stalked towards him and wrapped a cold hand around his throat. Bobby snarled wordlessly at the figure while the darkness grabbed him and pulled him under.