/It's The Weekend Bobby/

Part One

Bobby looked up at Caroline as she worked on what he called an easy job, her hair put up and not a bit out a place. The girl looked like she belonged in a fashion magazine, not out here with the rust and grease, but try telling her that. He knew what she was up to, she was trying to keep herself busy after the baby fiasco, trying not to blame Dean for stopping her and…ah hell the girl was just trying to get back to who she was. She had a lot to take in she had to learn about Jo and Ellen, the apocalypse being averted and about Sam going to Hell to be Lucifer and Michael's plaything. She was dealing with it all pretty well or…very badly. It was hard to tell sometimes. Once upon a time, she had been like an open book -she still couldn't lie- life and its lessons had made her a bit more cautious than she used to be.

"Bobby your phone is ringing." she murmured, not even bothering to lift her head out from under the hood of the ford she was working on. "How in the hell do you know that?" she peeked at him a devilish smile on her lips lighting up her green eyes -its been far to long, since he has seen that look- as she tapped her greased stained finger to her ear. "Great hearing remember." yeah he remembers, just that sometimes it was so easy to forget what she was. "And before you ask, no I'm not answering it. It's probably Sam and Dean anyhow." she said dully, going back to work leaving him to answer the phone. Honestly, he thought it even more of reason for her to get the phone. Like he said she was trying to not blame Dean, but he didn't think she was having much success, didn't help when that damn angel of hers never answered her calls, he thought sourly as he walked into his house.

Sighing he jerked the phone of the hanger, "Hello…ha, ha very funny. Whatcha want? Mhmm…" he murmured looking down at his old worn down cp, thinking that claw looked familiar, and knowing he probably didn't have that particular book on hand. "Dean I'm kinda busy here." He really hoped Caroline hadn't heard that, while they had told her all that she missed -mostly- there was still one thing he hadn't bothered to tell her. "Fine," he sighed, "I'll get right on it." He hung up feeling frustrated, it wasn't that he didn't care for those boys, and it's not as if he wouldn't help them out of a jam, but he had his own shit here. And would it really kill them to ask instead of demanding. Heaving a frustrated huff, he spun around to go back outside and tell Caroline he needed to hit the library. She surprised him by standing there by the door, a thoughtful look on her face and a rag in her hands. "What's got ya so busy Bobby? I know it ain't me I'm just here to drive you nuts."

"Balls!"

Oh, who was the old man fooling? She had heard that -try to be stealthy- curse word, his favorite might she add, she was almost tempted to smile at him, but refrained. Ever since that talk they had about everything she had missed, she had, had this feeling he was keeping something from her, oddly enough it reminded her of the time when Dean had kept the fact that he was going to…oh Bloody Hell! "Bobby!" she snapped tossing the rag to the ground, "What the hell!" he threw up his hands in surrender. "I'm trying to get it back." She wasn't as placated as he was hoping for. "Sit and tell me everything." she hissed, there was no way he was getting out of this now no matter how hard he tried. And he did try. He gave her halfhearted excuses about how he had to find something for the boys, but she didn't care. They were grown men who didn't have their soul on the line, they could take care of themselves for a few hours and she told him so.

Dean let out a frustrated growl neither one of them were answering their phones, he was getting more and more frustrated by the minute. He and Sam still had no fucking clue what this bloodthirsty monster was, and were no closer to finding out either. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and redialed Caroline's number finally having gotten used to her having a cell phone again. "What?" she barked into the receiver. "Hey what gives, you and Bobby don't answer your phones, and the first time I get you all I get is what?" he heard her huff of laughter it sounded bitter and there wasn't a trace of humor. "Oh, excuse me I didn't realize, that you were the one that was going to be a hellhound's chew toy. Oh that's right it isn't you its Bobby!" he had to take the phone away from his ear; her voice had risen in volume with each word she spoke. Starting out in an angry whisper until she was shouting in his ear.

"Caroline…can we not do this…" he never got to finish that statement. He very clearly heard that hiss that promised violence if he didn't shut the hell up and now. If there was one thing he hated about females was their tendency to get all emotional, for no reason Bobby had it all under control…didn't he? And since she was a vampire, her emotions were a bit heightened, not to mention all the crap she had gone through over the last few months. The fact that he hadn't been helping -at all- hadn't escaped him. He knows he has been sending her mixed signals, if he was doing it to Lisa then he was doing it to her as well. "Oh do shut up! We're looking into your problem we're…" she stopped mid sentence to whisper something to Bobby and he was sure he heard a very girlish squeal. "You're what Caroline?" he asked pinching the bridge of his nose. "We're heading to the library now." with that she hung up didn't even bother with a goodbye. He was sorely tempted to throw his phone at the door, but Sam walking threw it put a quick stop to that. "Pissed off at something?" Sammy my boy you don't know the half of it.

She hid her smile as they passed the blonde-haired woman who waved happily at Bobby, she couldn't resist stopping her argument with Dean to ask who she was. "Her name is Marcy." Caroline gave a little squeal, still ignoring Dean. "Ooo Bobby has a…" he sent her a quelling glare that stopped her in her tracks, didn't stop her from smiling though. She finished her argument with Dean and hung up on him, the annoying man that he was. Jesus he was sending her so many mixed signals these days the fact that she wasn't all that innocent in this didn't escape her, she just pretended that it didn't bother her. She didn't know what she wanted or what he wanted for that matter. She was still reeling from loosing Aidan. Granted he wasn't her baby, nonetheless she had fallen in love with the little guy, and she still thought about him.

All the other stuff that was going on putting her on the borderline of crazy. That wasn't a good thing. Stefan had once told her that sadness could very easily turn to despair, that is if she wanted to keep the feeling switch on, and she very much did. Granted feelings sucked and they always seemed to hurt -more so these days- but she didn't want to become like Damon, so lost in that despair that he was two steps away from being a monster. Sighing she pushed away those thoughts and looked out the front window. They were close to the library now, just another mile or so. When they finally reached their destination, he looked at her a very serious look in his blue eyes.

"Stay here." Ha! Not likely. She climbed out when he did earning a glare in the process; she just retaliated by sticking her tongue out at him. The library was closed off, of course, which made him cuss, "Balls!" that made her smile. Since it was locked that meant they had to break in or…oh who was she kidding? They were going to break in. She walked around back Bobby following her when she reached the window farthest from the street she kicked it in, cleared out the glass so he wouldn't get hurt and watched as he rolled through landing on his back. "Balls!" he cussed again. This time however, she laughed outright.

It wasn't often she heard Bobby cuss; he didn't do it much in front of her, but that only meant he was stressed and who wouldn't be? She had heard quite a bit about Crowley, and she didn't think he was one of the few good demons. Yeah believe it or not there were actually some out there not many, but some. She slid through the opening next and helped him look for this particular book. Once they had it, they went strolling out the front door as if it was nothing; everything had gone off without a hitch that was until he couldn't get his old Chevy to start. He sat there a moment trying to get the engine to turn over until he had enough and slammed his hand into the steering wheel. "Balls!" she smiled sympathetically and patted his arm, silently telling him that it was okay.

"Just get out and do what you have to. I'll turn the key when you tell me." she slid over into the driver seat when he climbed out. Living with Bobby and Dean had given her some knowledge on cars, enough to work on some of the Ford engines -her favorite, and the bane of Dean's existence- but not on Bobby's beloved Chevy. No matter how much he loved her, he would kill her if she messed something up, she could never aspire to learn what Bobby and Dean knew she was too much like Sam for that. She watched him as he lifted the ancient hood and waited for the signal to try to start her up. It was a long time before they left the parking lot.

She couldn't sleep and Bobby wouldn't thanks to the dozen or so no-doze he had taken, hence why she was in his panic room. She had spent some time in here, not long but enough to make her cringe when she walked through the steel doors. Her eyes strayed to Bobby's desk littered with paper work, she strolled along to the bookshelf only half listening when she heard Bobby pick up the phone, and call someone -Dean or Sam most likely. He had found what they were looking for making her roll his eyes. Don't get her wrong she loves Sam, and to some extent Dean -even now, with everything all jumbled- but they could be so clueless sometimes. If she can tell that Bobby was stressed about this deal, then one would guess -taking in their feelings for him- that they would to, and do what they can to help.

Whatever she wasn't going to act as a conscience no matter how badly she wanted to, giving up on any sort of sleep she may or may not get, she walked out of the room and up the steps. When she reached the dining room she could see into Bobby's study/living room, what she saw made a small contented smile crease her face. Bobby Singer, hunter and salvager extraordinaire, was fast asleep his head in his hand and truckers hat askew. She walked over to him making sure her steps were quiet. He had, had a long day well several months truth be told, she slipped her arm around his back and gently lifted him he stirred as they walked, but it was a testament to how tired he truly was that he didn't wake. She laid him on the couch smiling again, when he made a snuffling sound, but burrowed deeper into the worn couch. Silly old man. Sighing she covered him up with a blanket and walked outside she needed some fresh air maybe that will help her sleep.

Balthazar leaned against a broken down car as he watched her walk out of the house, her eyes looking straight out a contemplating smile playing about her mouth. She was obviously thinking about something and much to his dismay he really wanted to know what it was. "I know your there." she whispered softly, making him stand up straight. That wasn't the first time she had said something along those lines, and this isn't the first time he had thought that. How in the hell did she know? "I can smell you Balthazar…that and well…" she broke off a sheepish look coming over her face. Say it, say it… "You change the very air around you."

She was quiet again her eyes cast upward and the good lord help him, but her eyes twinkled like the stars above. "What did I do?" she whispered now, whether it was to him or herself he didn't know. "What did I do to make you send me away?" A pause and the tip of her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. "Is it because of what I am; was our time together nothing more than a dream?" No. Tears began to streak down her cheeks sparkling like tiny diamonds on her pale skin. "I just want…I want things…" she broke off with a heart-wrenching sob, it tore at him reached down inside to a place he didn't even know he had. Castiel appeared next to him, but before his brother could even utter a syllable, Balthazar took off. He couldn't watch her and listen to his brother as well.

Castiel cocked his head to one side staring at the spot his brother had once stood. He didn't understand Balthazar, nor did he understand what his brother was going through. He never bothered with that particular human emotion, he felt love yes, but the love a man has for his family and people he considered thus. Never the deep binding love between a man and woman. Oh, he has witness it in his long life, but he never understood it, never understood why humans would put themselves through that pain. And there was pain involved, looking at Caroline like, he was now, he could see the pain clearly etched on her pale face, he had seen it in Balthazar as well. Shaking his head again, he took off answering Rachel's call, he needed to figure all this out.

Bobby walked into the kitchen smiling at Caroline who was sitting at the table, mug of coffee in her hands. It was still dark out the sun at least had a few more hours before it would rise, and he had something important to do. "I have some business I need to take care of today." he murmured as he poured himself some of the dark brew, he liked having her here for the coffee alone. When she made coffee, it was actually drinkable and tasted good. "Yeah, like what?" He took a sip of the hot liquid contemplating whether or not he should come out and tell her, or keep it a secret.

It wasn't as if he didn't mind her help…it was just that he was an old man, stuck in his ways. So used to never asking for help, but with Caroline one never had to ask it was usually forced upon. "I found a crossroads demons bones…from when they were human." he states, she looks up at him with wide green eyes. "And now you just need to find the crossroads demon? I thought that was a myth." So did he that was until he heard from a little birdie that it wasn't.

"So did I but apparently it isn't." she nodded returning her stare back to the mug in her hands. "Say when Bobby and I'll come with." And that right there was why he didn't want to tell her. He had already started shaking his head in denial. Couldn't the chit understand, they had just gotten her back, and he for one wasn't willing to loose her again? No matter the fact of what she was, that didn't matter a demon could very well…she never let him finish that thought. "Bobby," she murmured standing up to look him in the eyes. Green eyes so focused so determined, he forgot what it was like to come up against her strong will. It almost made him feel sorry for Dean and that angel. "I'm a big girl; I can take care of myself. That and if you try to sneak off without me, I will hide in the trunk of your car. Don't think I won't you know I will." Oh yeah he knew, it wasn't the first time she had made that threat, and it wouldn't be the last time if she followed through. So really what other option did he have?

He waited for Caroline to disappear in the night, a shovel in her hands -what was up with them and shovels- he would do the ceremony once she was out of sight. Sighing he gathered everything he needed and put it into a metal box. This whole crossroads thing was getting a bit old. He dug a hole into the ground smack dab in the middle of the crossroads; once it was buried, all he had to do was wait. It didn't take long, a tall leggy brunette with dark skin and dark eyes were greeting him. She looked so human, that was until she smiled and her eyes flashed red. "Well, well Bobby Singer, didn't you already sell that pathetic little soul of yours?" No he didn't sell it he put it out on loan. He was just stabbed in the back by a damn nasty demon. He grinned at her slipping his hands into the pockets of his coat, doing his best not to watch Caroline as she snuck up on the unsuspecting demon.

"So what do you want old man?" He smiled at her more feral than nice. "I want my soul back." he says pulling the bottle of holy water out of his pocket, he sprayed the demon in the face causing her to bend over in pain, her flesh burning and sizzling. She stood up her face still smoking, but before she could utter a word Caroline swung that shovel upside the demons head. The demon crumpled to the ground. "Nice swing." he commented as he moved around to slip his hands under the demons arms, Caroline grabbed the ankles. She beamed up at him her eyes bright with excitement, "Thank you Jeremy taught me that, told me all I had to do was think about someone I was mad at, and it would come naturally." He just shook his head, not having anything to say to that as they carried the body to the trunk. The damn girl could be so bloodthirsty sometimes.

Caroline wanted nothing to do with what was going on downstairs -she had, had enough torture thank you- she sat up startled by the stray thought, where the hell did that come from? Shaking off the thought not willing to look deeper into it she turned the TV up, trying to drown out the screams coming from the basement. It was good thing he lived out here in the middle of nowhere or else someone would have called in the FBI. Wouldn't be the first time they came here, but she would personally love to avoid a repeat of that. Thanks to her superb hearing, she heard the little knock on the door through all the noise. Shutting off the TV, she walked to the front door.

When she opened it, she was surprised to see the blonde-haired woman from yesterday. "Oh…" the woman -what was her name oh that's right- Marcy looked surprised to see her standing there. "Hello, can I help you?" Marcy looked ready to bolt, but Caroline couldn't understand why. "I was looking for Bobby Singer, but if he's busy I'll come back later." Marcy gave her thoughtful look that Caroline had recognized before. And ew, resisting the urge to roll her eyes she smiled -didn't this town learn anything.

"No…no uncle Bobby isn't busy." she registered Marcy's grateful smile before she turned around and hollered for Bobby. Just as the demon screamed. Nice timing, she mused with pursed lips. "Uncle Bobby! Turn down that racket! You have a guest." She turned to look back at Marcy, who looked down right startled by the scream. Caroline gave a shrug of her shoulders, "What can I say he likes horror movies." Marcy beamed, "Oh really have you seen 'Drag Me to Hell?'" Caroline shook her head; "Um no trying to avoid that one." The woman actually looked disappointed. She was saved from any more horror flick questions when Bobby strolled up to the door. "Well I'll just leave you two alone."

Bobby focused on Marcy and the cobbler -that smelled so good- in her hands. "What are you doing here Marcy?" His neighbor gave a little huff, as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "How long have we been neighbors Bobby Singer?" she asks looking up at him a bit coyly. "Six months or so." he said a bit evasively, if truth be told he noticed the woman the day she moved in. However, other pressing matters had come up and well…everything else just fell to the wayside. "I barely see you." They both jumped when the demon downstairs screamed, "Help me." "Uncle Bobby I told you to turn that movie off." Caroline muttered. When did that girl become such a good actor? "I'll got shut it…erm I mean turn it off for you." What did he say about her being a good actor? Yeah never mind scratch that.

"Your niece was telling me that you like horror movies." He nodded seemed like a good enough excuse, considering there was someone downstairs that belonged in a horror flick. "Uh huh, guilty pleasure." he murmured taking the cobbler -did he mention that it smelled good- she was handing over. "Have you seen 'Drag Me to Hell'?" He shook his head. He will never understand why someone would make a movie about that. It just hit to close to home, what with almost all of them having visited that not so nice and very hot place. Except that is for him and Caroline, and he had one foot in the door and she had been to purgatory. Well now weren't they a bunch. "No trying to avoid that one." Marcy's brow came down in a little frown. "Funny thing your niece said the same thing." Yeah she would. "I don't understand why it's fantastic. Come over tonight, I'll fix you dinner and whip up a batch of my famous white chocolate popcorn and we'll watch it."

That sounded so appealing, and the thing is he wanted…he really wanted it, but…he just couldn't. "That sounds super Marcy, but…I can't." she looked a little taken back, but not deterred, she reminded him of someone -he just couldn't put his finger on who. "Okay no worries, uh one other thing." she said her greenish blue eyes wide. "My wood chipper it's a piece of crap and I heard you were pretty handy. You think you could come and take a look." He could do that, it was nice and easy with no strings attached right. "Sure thing, I'll see what I can do." She smiled at him; it was mega watt and very nearly knocked him on his ass. "Oh…okay I'll uh see you then." They shook hands albeit a bit awkwardly, he watched her leave a smile playing on her lips.

He lifted the cobbler to his nose smelling the intoxicating scent, she was inordinately proud about the cobbler and if it tasted as good as it smelled then he could see why. Damn he was sorely out of practice, it wasn't such a long shot, the last time he had flirted or had a real conversation with a woman that wasn't Caroline or another hunter…well he couldn't remember. "Ooo…Bobby and Marcy sitting in a tree k-i-s-s…" he cut Caroline off -and where did she come from- with a glare. "Finish that statement and I won't let you have any cobbler." Her face twisted in a petulant pout. "Aw Bobby you never let me have any fun." She laughed and walked with him into the kitchen. He sat the cobbler down on the counter, and just as he was about to cut into it the phone rang. He heaved a weary sigh and turned to answer it, but she beat him to the punch answering with a cheery, "Special Agent Willow." And that's how the rest of the day went.

She sighed plopping down in an armchair just as Bobby plopped down on the couch; they both had a glass of much needed rotgut in their hands. It had been one long day, filled with torture and phone calls. Between all, that there had been the cars that needed fixing, of course the day wasn't over yet, they still had a few good hours of sunlight left. They both groaned when they heard a knock on the door. Heaving herself up off her ass she decided to get it before Bobby could, the man needed the rest and she needed to be kept busy. Drowning her drink in one gulp, she sat it on the table before walking over to the door. "Rufus!" she squealed when she opened the door, revealing the older black man that she dearly loved. Not as much as Bobby, but enough. She jumped him throwing her arms around his neck, just barely noticing the shock on his face. The last time she had seen him was back in River Pass Colorado. Did he know that she had died; did he know that she was brought back -she still didn't know by who? He pulled away from her; the man always was uncomfortable with PDA. The old coot was almost as bad as Bobby was.

"Caroline I…I thought you were dead?" She pulled away from him tucking her hair behind her ear, she nodded. "I…I was, still don't know why I was brought back though." He gave a little huff and one of his half smirks. "It seems to be the trend these days." So he knows about Sam…well she would guess he would, kinda hard to explain coming back from the dead. "Where's the old man?" She smiled at Rufus and pointed to the living room. Rufus smiled, but there was an edge to it that wasn't there before. "Rufus what's up?" He looked behind him and she looked around him and saw he was looking back at his truck. "Bobby! We need help!"

Sighing she wiped the sweat from her forehead -did she mention she hated digging- she hated digging, with a fierce passion, Bobby thought it was funny considering she was willing to get greasy, but she wasn't willing to dig a whole. It was a good thing they had good start, thanks to Bobby and the back hoe, that man had everything, she still was smiling from Rufus when he saw Bobby digging the whole he gave an enthusiastic, "Man I know what I want for Hanukah!" Was it just her or did men as they grew older just wanted bigger toys? "So tell me why you brought the thing here?" Rufus threw his hands out shovel in one hand. "The law was on my tail." Bobby sent him a glare from under his hat. "What-what they got lucky."

"Uh huh your getting slow in your old age."

"Yeah, so says the guy that sits on his ass all day taking calls."

She couldn't help but smile at their banter, but all that earned her was a glare from the two men. She threw her hands up in mock surrender, geez they were moody. "I still can't believe you shived an okami," Bobby muttered. "And in Billings of all places." she mumbled. Things had gotten weird since she had been gone. Apparently, ever since the apocalypse was averted, all sorts of monsters had been popping up in the oddest places. Made her wonder just what was going on. "For what it's worth, Sam and Dean are hunting a lamia." Rufus mad a face at that. "A lamia I thought those things never left Greece."

"Monsters, is it just me or is it weird." Bobby murmured unconsciously voicing her own thoughts. "Are we going to pour some tea or our we going to bury this thing? Care and I are the only one's working." She smiled again, unable to help herself they were just so cute when they fought like this. Bobby gave a huff and they went back to work. When they were done the body of the okami six feet under gravel and rock, they sat down in Bobby's garage sipping -well more like gulping- on Rufus favorite drink, Johnny Walker Blue Label.

"So the son of bitches name is Fergus Macleod?" Rufus murmured downing another gulp of his beloved drink. "Yup that's the son of bitch's name." They both shot her a sheepish look, she had a feeling it was because of the cussing. Never mind that she could cuss up a blue streak, that would make a sailor blush. She gave a tiny shake of her head, men they were so silly sometimes. "Where you going to start looking?" Bobby sighed and wiped the sweat beading on his forehead. "Scotland, Crowley let slip he liked Craig it's…uh…it's…" Her mentor stuttered, searching for the right word. "Its scotch," she supplied earning her a surprised look from Bobby, and an appraising one from Rufus. She just shrugged not willing to share just how she knew that. It wasn't often that a hunter drank the good stuff, normally only having the money for the cheap shit. However, Balthazar had loved the finer things in life; good top shelf liquor had been one of them.

"Its only made and sold on the northern tip of a small county, its peaty and sharp with a long finish of citrus and tobacco notes." Bobby just stared looking utterly surprised, Rufus hadn't noticed yet, but he did soon enough. "What? What am I a heathen? Of course I know Craig." She had to hide her smile in her glass, but she had a feeling from the looks she was getting that they noticed. "Well I gotta hunch that's where Crowley lived and died, just before he got the big squeeze and came out a demon."

"You know I got a few contacts over there…I can make a few calls." She hoped he would, but from the look on Bobby's face she knew Rufus was about to be shot down. She knew Rufus would ignore him and do it anyways, something she would be grateful for. She had no clue on how to help him and since a certain angel wasn't answering her calls, she was really lost. "I ain't asking for no help." Bobby muttered a bit disgruntled, but she was happy to hear no real heat behind it. "And I ain't asking for your permission."

"You sound like her." Bobby muttered waving a hand in her direction she just have him a blazing smile, totally unrepentant about it. "Well the girl does have some sense."