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You find a payphone. Still confused as to what was going on. You tried to call Sam with no luck. Dean the same. Both phones disconnected. You frown as you hang up the receiver. Pulling another coin you try Bobby and to your relief he answers.
"Yeah?" The gruff voice answers
"Bobby?" You smile
"Yeah?" He answers
"It's me." You chuckle
"Who's "me"?" He asks growling
"Bobby, it's Y/n"
You hear a dial tone in your ear. Frowning again you dial again.
"Who is this?" He shouts down the line, causing you to have to pull the ear piece away a little
"Bobby, listen to me. Please..." you try
"This ain't funny. Call again, I'll kill ya." You hear the phone slam down and you do the same.
You turn leaning against the payphone thinking about your next step. Then you see it an old, beat-up, piece of shit white car parked outside. You smile to yourself, slipping in to the hot car, you hotwire it easily and pull away from the gas station. You had people to see.
The drive seemed to take forever, but soon enough you see the sign in the distance.
You pound on the door. If he didn't believe you over the phone, he had to believe you in person right?
You see him appear before you as he answers the door, you smile cautiously at him, earning a look of suspicion in return.
"Hey Bobby" he frowns at you
"I, I don't.." he stammers out as confused as you are
"Me neither. But here I am." You shrug as you enter the house.
As you walk toward his you see him reach behind his back, you sigh knowing what was about to happen.
You see a silver knife appear as Bobby lunges forward and slashes at you. You grab his arm and twists it around; but Bobby breaks the grip and backhands you across the face.
"Bobby! It's me!" You shout holding you cheek, for an older guy he had a good swing.
"My ass!" He snarls as you grab a chair placing it between you both.
"Wait! Just wait! Umm your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and... you're about the closest thing I have to a father, you and the boys are the only family I have. Bobby. It's me!" You pant in distress
Suddenly he slashes again, but you quickly disarm him.
"I am not a shapeshifter!" You scream
"Then you're a Revenant!"
You push him away, holding the knife in front of you, before cutting your arm with it.
"If I was either, could I do that with a silver knife?" You demand, his eyes soften slightly
He breaks, grabbing you and pulling you in for a tight hug. You return it, tears in your eyes.
"It's... It's good to see you, Y/n" he says pulling back. You nod
"it's good to see you too" you smile as you find your face suddenly wet
"Not a demon either Bobby" he shrugs sheepishly before pulling you further into the house
"How?" Was all he asked as he handed you a towel.
You sat talking for hours, about what happened. How the grave site was, what happened at the gas station.
Then how Dean left before they even buried you. How Sam insisted on a burial not a salt and burn, saying you'd need a body.
"I swear if either of those idiots made a deal..." you say pacing
"What like you? Why'd you do it?" He asked sadly
"The world needed the Winchester's more than it needed me, and now I find out they possibly aren't even hunting..." you sink into a chair "Dean that bad Bobby?"
"Not seen him like that before, like a zombie. He stayed here a few days, just drinkin. He finally snapped at Sam and then took off. Not heard off him since." He shook his head sadly before continuing
"Sam checks in every now and then but..."
You sigh, removing your shirt showing him the brand on your shoulder
"What in the hell?" He exclaimed standing to see better
"It was like a demon pulled me out" you whisper
"But why?" You shrug "you think Sam made a deal?"
"or Dean, it's what I would have done" Bobby shakes his head
"You kids will be the death of me" he mumbled walking to the kitchen
You think for a second, before a bright idea pops in your head, you pick up the phone.
"Yeah, hi, my husband has a cell phone account with you guys, and he's just called me from a pay phone, he's lost his cell. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me." You say in a sickly sweet, trying to sound homely
"Ah and he's left you to deal with it?" The female clerk laughs down the phone
"Oh you know it, men right?" You laugh in reply
"it's not a problem, I'll need your husbands name and social number"
"Yeah sure thing it's, Wedge Antilles and the Social is 2-4-7-4." You cross your fingers
"Ok that's all done" she sings down the phone
"Oh you angel! Thank you."
"How'd you know he'd use that name?" Bobby asked beer in hand.
"Sam's my best friend, I know him. Figure I have more chance of finding him than Dean." Bobby nods in agreement
You load up, the tracking program. The laptop beeping instantly.
"Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois." You look at Bobby
"Right near where you were planted."
"And right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?" You sigh.
You and Bobby grab your things before jumping in his car. To make your way up to find Sam.
To be continued. ..