Chapter Two
The Impala's engine rumbled as it pulled up outside Bobby's house. Its paint chipped slats, home to a collection of rusting hub caps, his light blue pick up truck was parked to the side. Dean trudged up the creaking porch and pulled open the wire mesh door before thumping a fist on the dark wood. With the sound of muffled heavy footsteps and the unlocking of several blots, the door opened,
"Hey Bobby." Bobby greeted, forcing a smile,
"Hey guys." He nodded, moving aside for Dean to enter, holding it open for Maggie and Sam to join him,
"How's it going Bobby?" Maggie smiled as she sauntered in as Bobby shut the door behind her, before looking at his guests with a puzzled look, wondering why they had turned up un-announced,
"Look no offence but…what are you doing here?" He asked, ushering for them to move into the living room,
"We need a place to stay for a while." Sam answered, sitting down in a wooden dining chair next to the window,
"Why, what's going on?" Bobby questioned, handing out a bottle of beer to each of them,
"Turns out you were right…" Dean replied with a nervous laugh, "…that favour I did for the demon wouldn't be the last one."
Bobby let out a sigh and shook his head in despair, "What do they want?" He asked,
"I don't know, but something tells me he's not going to take no for an answer." Dean replied before taking a sip of his beer,
"So we need to keep our heads down until we figure out what to do." Sam added,
"Sure." Bobby agreed,
"Hey Bobby can I use your bathroom?" Maggie asked, setting her beer down on the small wooden dining table,
"Yeah it's up the stairs, first door on your right." He informed with a smile, Maggie nodded in acknowledgement, before making her way up the stairs.
"Okay, you boys want to tell me what else is going on?" Bobby confronted the two hunters, waiting until Maggie was out of ear shot,
Dean looked up at their old friend, the bottle held to his lips having stopped mid sip,
"We told you everything." Sam said, hoping Bobby would be convinced,
"Bull…I know you two; I can tell when you're not telling me the whole story."
Sam looked at his feet sheepishly taking a sip of his beer,
"He had a vision…" Dean began, "…about Maggie."
"What about her?" Bobby asked, turning his gaze to the older brother,
"We're not sure but we think it might have something to do with the demon." He continued, rising from his chair to pull off his jacket,
"And I take it you have told Maggie?" Bobby replied, clearing a space on his tattered 50's style futon,
"No…" Sam answered, "We didn't want her to panic so…"
"We thought this would be the best place to come while we figure out our next move," Dean added,
"Well you're welcome to stay you know that, and I'll try to help in any way I can." Bobby said just as Maggie entered the room, smoothing down her ruby red tank top. Before resting her hands into her jeans pockets,
"Okay… Maggie you can have my room upstairs and boys we'll set up camp down here." He suggested,
"Thanks Bobby." Dean replied, nodding his head slightly, Bobby returned the gesture with a knowing smile.
A few hours later the trio had settled in at Bobby's, Sam was sitting on the tattered sofa, his buried in his laptop. Maggie was lounging next to him, her feet resting up on the low coffee table, its top stained with beer bottle rings and littered with books and newspapers. Dean was sat at the dining table, cleaning his collection of fire arms, the low evening sun, bouncing off the back of his neck, "Man I hate this." He huffed throwing down a black polish stained cloth down on the table, "I'm going crazy just sitting here."
"Dean it's only been ten minutes." Maggie commented, looking up from the book she was reading,
"Yeah, ten minutes that could be spent killing something." Dean replied, rubbing his face with the palm of his hands, grunting with agitation,
"Hey it was your idea to come here…" Maggie said, rolling her eyes, "…and besides you said yourself that it's not safe to be hunting right now."
Dean let out a sigh of defeat, he knew Maggie was right, but sitting still, doing nothing was not one of Dean's strong points,
Just then Bobby came through the front door, a large paper bag tucked under his arm,
"Finally." Dean muttered, getting up to take the bag from his friend,
"Thanks." Bobby said, pulling off his faded denim jacket and throwing his keys onto the table,
Dean placed the bag on the coffee table, nudging Maggie's feet out of the way as he did so, "Sammy." He said, tossing a burger in a greasy wrapping at his brother's chest,
"Thanks." Sam caught it with one hand, clicking shut his laptop with the other,
"Where's my fries?" Maggie asked, peering into the brown bag before pulling out her order of food,
"Oh yeah," Dean drawled, slouching back into a leather arm chair that sat to the left of the sofa, unwrapping a large cheeseburger with hungry eyes,
Finally Bobby pulled out a polystyrene box containing a large hot dog, covered in onions and mustard, then propped himself up on the edge of the dining table.
Just at that moment, a low buzzing noise could be heard, followed by the muffled tone of Dauntry's 'It's not over', "That's me." Maggie muttered as she stuffed a hand full of fries into her mouth before pulling her black Sony Erickson from her jeans pocket,
"Hello." She mumbled, holding a hand to her mouth as she chewed her food, "Matt…hey." She beamed, finally swallowing what was in her mouth as she rose from her seat. Bobby looked at Dean inquisitively, "Her lover boy." Dean said cheeks full of burger."
"What's up?" Maggie continued her conversation, kicking Dean in the shin as she walked past,
"Ow." He mouthed, frowning at his sister, who grinned at him innocently. But the smile soon faded from her lips as she listened to her good friend on the other line, stopping in her tracks,
"Maggie what is it?" Sam asked, Maggie held up a finger in the air, signalling him to wait,
"Where are you?" She asked seriously, "Okay we'll be right there." She added before snapping her phone shut,
"We've got to go." Maggie informed, sliding the phone into her pocket, "He's got Matt."
"Who has?" Dean asked,
"Who do you think?" Maggie snapped, "The demon is holding him at his apartment." She continued, throwing her black canvas bag over her shoulder,
"Hold on a second." Dean began, rising from his chair, "Look I know you're worried but for all we know this could be a trap."
"Dean's right." Sam interjected, "The demon knows that you care about Matt…"
"You're damn right I care about him." Maggie interrupted, her voice raised and trembling with panic, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to calm herself down, I realize that this has all the signs of a set up…" She began, "…but I'm not going to leave him with that son of a bitch." Maggie looked up at her older brother, begging him to agree,
"Alright, we'd better get going before it gets dark." Dean said with a sigh, scooping his jacket off the back of the chair and heading to the door,
"Are you sure about this?" Bobby said, handing Dean and Sam a fresh canteen of holy water,
"Yeah…I'd rather know were the bastard is than him turn up unannounced." Dean replied with a smirk, standing aside as Maggie walked out the door, Sam following closely, duffle bag slung over his shoulder and laptop tucked under his arm,
"Okay…just call me if anything goes wrong." Bobby said seriously, following the trio onto the porch,
"Will do." Dean called over his shoulder, before slumping down into the Impala.
"Take the next left." Maggie instructed, looking down at the GPRS on Sam's phone, Dean took the turn at high speed, pulling into a high street lined with apartment blocks, some free standing and others built above shops,
"Okay it's that one rights there." Maggie pointed out a three storey red brick building; Dean parked the Impala behind Matt's black VW camper van.
Maggie kicked her door open, darting to the back of the car, throwing open the boot, Sam joined her just as she cocked one of Dean's silver guns, "Maggie we can't go in there all guns blazing…" He began seriously, "…we need to be careful about this."
"Sam's right…" Dean interjected moving from his side of the car "…all this demon cares about is getting me to listen, he's not going to care who he hurts in the process."
"I know…just…promise me you wont let that son of a bitch kill him." Maggie said, looking Dean in the eyes,
"I promise." He said, returning his sister's gaze, tucking a gun in the back of his jeans.
With a slam of the trunk, the trio entered the building and made their way up to the second floor to Matt's apartment.
As they climbed the last flight of stairs, Dean pulled out his gun, holding it down low, close to his hip, slowly creeping up to the door, "On three…" He whispered, leaning his back against the wall as he reached for the door handle, Sam and Maggie nodded in agreement, "One… two…three." Dean barged through the door, holding his gun out in front of him, Sam followed quickly behind, also holding his gun up in defence, finally Maggie stood between her brothers, scanning the room for Matt,
"Matt." She called, moving forward into the open plan room, Dean and Sam stayed close behind her. Just then Matt appeared in the door way of his bedroom,
"Oh thank god…you okay?" Maggie sighed with relief, moving towards him,
"Don't move." A voice spoke from the behind the bedroom wall as a hand grabbed Matt by the throat, reaching form the same direction,
Slowly Matt was moved forward, revealing the man that was holding him, standing next to him was the demon, dressed in a black leather jacket over a dark green top and dark denim jeans,
"Let him go." Maggie ordered, aiming her gun at the demon's head,
"Tell me Dean, do you go anywhere with out your little entourage?" The black eyed man said sarcastically,
"Let him go you son of a bitch!" Maggie exclaimed, her voice raised,
"Ooh she's feisty…" The demon spoke to Matt, "…I can see why you like her"
"Let's cut the crap shall we…" Dean began, "…what do you want?"
"We need your help trapping another demon."
"Oh right, let me see…uh….no."
"I'm sorry I don't understand that answer."
"Okay well let me put it into words that you will understand…" Dean replied, his eyebrows raised, "Hell…No." He said slowly,
The demon let his gaze drop to the floor before looking back up at Dean with his jet black eyes, "I really hoped it wouldn't come to this." He sighed,
Suddenly Matt closed his eyes tightly and let out a cry in pain, before falling to his knees and for a second he stopped breathing until finally wit ha violent cough he exhaled, blood trickling down his mouth,
"NO!" Maggie shouted, moving forward to his aid, but the demon lifted a hand and she flew back to the nearest wall,
"That's enough!" Sam yelled, his gun raised at the demon's head,
"This will all stop as soon as your brother gives me the answer I want." He replied, looking down at Matt, who was clutching at his chest as blood seeped through his white T-shirt,
Dean narrowed his eyes at the man with a look of pure hate,
"I'm waiting." The demon said sternly,
"No." Dean replied in almost a whisper,
"What was that?" The demon asked as Matt let out another cry in pain,
"I SAID NO!"
"Fine." The dark haired man growled before placing his hand back around Matt's neck, causing him to once again choke on his own blood,
"No!" Maggie cried, tears streaming down her face, desperately trying to peal herself off from the wall, Sam whipped his head round to look at his sister and felt an over whelming sense of dejavu. This was it, this was his vision,
"Stop it!" Dean demanded, "This has nothing to do with them!" He begged with the demon,
"You're right, he isn't anything to you." The demon replied, before finally releasing his victim. Then flashing in and out of focus he disappeared out of sight,
With a sharp intake of breath, Matt slumped down in an unconscious heap, just as Maggie fell from the wall to wall; she scrambled over her friend's side, "Matt…Matt wake up." She soothed, shaking him slightly,
Slowly Matt opened his eyes, "Maggie." He croaked,
"Thank god." She sighed with relief, "Do you think you can sit up?" She added, helping him up, supporting his back with her arm,
"I think so." He grunted, holding his head in his hands,
"We should get out of here." Sam said, bending down, draping Matt's arm over his shoulders before he and Maggie hoisted him to his feet.
Shutting the apartment door behind him, Dean followed them down the stairs and out to the Impala,
After gently helping Matt into the back seat, Sam darted round to the front passenger seat, as he sat down and shut his door, he looked over at Dean, who was staring ahead in silence,
"Hey…are you okay?" He asked with a look of concern, but Dean just remained in silence,
"Dean." Sam repeated, snapping him out of his daze,
"What?" He asked with a troubled frown, turning to his brother,
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing…it's just what the demon said." Dean replied thoughtfully, rubbing at his forehead with the tips of his fingers, "He said that Matt wasn't worth anything to me."
Sam sat back for a second, trying to see what Dean was thinking, and then it hit him, "Bobby." He said, quickly pulling his phone out of his pocket, he fumbled at the key to make the call, "Come on…pick." He muttered, Maggie and Matt looked on with looks of concern. Finally the dull ringing tone stopped with a click, "Hello."
"Bobby, hey are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine why?" Their friend answered, over the line,
"We think the demon might try to use you as leverage over Dean." Sam replied, his tone a mix of relief and panic,
Suddenly Dean felt his phone vibrate in his jacket pocket, he looked at the screen and felt his heart jump up to his mouth as he whipped open the phone, "Lola."
"Do I have your attention now Dean?" A scarily familiar voice spoke,
"You son of a bitch." Dean growled through gritted teeth, "If you lay one hand on her, I swear to god."
"There's a hotel about five miles from here, be there in twenty minutes." The demon instructed before hanging up the phone.
Dean snapped his phone shut, starting the engine of the Impala,
"Sam what's going on?" Bobby's muffled voice came through his cell phone,
"The demon has Lola."