Chapter 4

"Bobby! Where are they?" I screamed, yet again, out of frustration.

It's been two days since we last heard from them. They could be dead for all we know.

"WIll you quit asking? Call them if you're really so worried." Bobby grunted from the kitchen. He was sitting at the table with a beer in his hand, staring at a blank wall in front of him.

"Are you okay, Bobby?" I whispered while stepping into the kitchen.

"I'm fine. Go find the boys."

"Bobby…" I bit my lip and shifted my view to the ground. He still hasn't told me what happened that night, but he sure does have a nasty bruise to show for it. "More ice maybe?" I've only known him a week, but he's the closest thing I have to family left. Sam and Dean ditch me at every opportunity they get while mom and Adam are just dead. Killed by those dang monsters or ghouls or whatever.

"Go find the boys," he said again, not looking at me.

I ran to the wall to use Bobby's phones to try and call the boys again. Dean still had my phone, so this was the best I had.

My hands shook as I dialed in the first of many numbers. It rang three times before reaching the voicemail that I'd know heard over a thousand times: "This is Dean's other other cell-" I hung up before it could finish.

I looked up at the twenty other numbers I had to call. All of them were at one point Sam and Dean's phone numbers, but Bobby can hardly keep track of all the new numbers anymore.

My fingers slowly typed in the next number. A voice began to speak right away.

"Who is this?" the voice sounded unfamiliar to me.

"Um… sorry. Wrong number." I slammed the phone against the wall with a loud thud.

I'll try one more number then I'm going to pray to Castiel again, I told myself quietly.

I dialed the next number, making sure to double check every last digit before I hit call.

It rang once before a familiar voice picked up.

"Bobby…?" the voice sounded a little skeptical.

"Sam?"

"Shawna? What are you doing? Where are you?" his voice was scared and hushed.

"I'm at Bobby's. Where are you? We'll come get you guys home." my voice shook at the word home. I surely didn't have one, but they've been on the road so long… do they have a home?

"No. Stay there. We don't know what's going on yet."

"Sam please. Please don't shut me out. I've lost most of my family and I thought I lost you and Dean. So please. I won't be a hassle at all."

"Fine, but you need to warn Dean that you're coming. We're at a motel. I'll text you the address. Have Bobby take you and be safe."

"Wait! Dean has my phone, so just tell me now."

He gave me the address and reminded me once more to tell Dean that I was coming. Yeah right, l laughed. He wouldn't even let me have a choice if he could get the chance..

I turned around to tell Bobby the good news, but he was sound asleep. I can't wake him up now… I'll call him once I get there.

I slowly moved his hand to the side and grabbed the car keys. Bobby didn't even flinch. My feet carried me out the door as I raced into his junkyard.

"Shuck Bobby… which car is it?" I reached for the fob and clicked a button. An alarm began to blare. "Ugh! Shut up! Shut up!" I clicked the button once more to stop then ran to the car.

This one was beat up and rusty, but I assumed it could drive. I hopped in the driver's seat and pushed in the key.

"I have a permit. I can do this," I tried to reaffirm myself. Plus I can't be half as bad as Bobby when he drives.

I slowly turned the car on and released the parking brake. The car quickly slid forward into the one in front. "Sorry," I muttered as I put the car in reverse and started my journey.

Five hours and three candy bars later, I made it to the motel. It was small and worn down, but of course, that's what they would want right? I mean they use a freaking impala for goodness sake.

I parked the car and ran out. No one was around nearby, so I went straight in and to the boys' room.

Looking into the glossy door handle, I patted down my messy hair and raised my hand to knock. The door flung right open instead. Dean held a gun at my face.

I swallowed down my fear and looked him in the eye.

"Sammy!" his deep voice yelled. Dean slid the gun into his pocket and grabbed me by the wrist to pull me into the room.

"I-i'm sorry! I was worried!" I stuttered out before all the blame could be put onto Sam. "I convinced Sam to let me come."

Sam's foots lightly thudded across the room as he walked over to me. Dean let go of my hand and Sam pulled me close for a hug.

"I told you to warn Dean and bring Bobby," he whispered into my ear.

"I know. I'm sorry," I whispered back.

We pulled apart to face Dean, but instead of his face had changed to a kinder look and he too hugged me.

"So what happened with this Ruby chick?" I asked while hopping onto the bed.

"Hey. That's m-"

Sam cut off Dean with a grunt.

I eyed them both, waiting for a response.

"You're too you-"

Yet again, Dean was interrupted, but this time it was by me. "Who freed Sam?" I crossed my arms over my chest with a huff.

"She's the one who let me out? But there was no one there…"

"Cas helped some…"

The television was on in the background and an urgent weather alert came on. It blared out, "How would you then explain an earthquake, a hurricane, and multiple tornadoes, all the same time, all around the globe."

Hearing these, I looked to the tv. Pictures of the catastrophes were flying across the screen.

Dean looked at the screen with anger as Sam distracted himself with his dad- our dad's old journal. They acted as if I hadn't even asked them what I had.

"Two words. Carbon emissions," a new voice said in response to the previous statement.

"Yeah right, wavy gravy," Dean grunted while turning off the tv. Dean turned to look at me. "Get some sleep. You look exhausted. Hell, do you even have your license?"

"No," I yawned as I leaned back onto the bed.

My nap was interrupted five minutes later by a knock on the door. I began to sit up, but Dean held me back and put a finger to his lips. He slowly pulled out a small gun as Sam slowly opened the door.

A blonde haired lady who was smiling stood at the door. Dean quickly put the gun behind his back.

"You okay, lady?" Sam questioned.

I sat up all the way in the bed. She looks like some creepy fangirl who has no life.

"Sam… is it really you?" she looked up at Sam in awe.

I quickly looked to Dean for an explanation, but his face showed no emotion.

The girl stepped closer to Sam and put her hand on his chest. "And you're so firm…" she said dreamily.

Sam flinched at her touch and Dean gripped his gun tighter.. "Uh… do I know you?"

I slowly stood up, the girl took no note of me.

She took a step back from Sam before answering. "No. But i know you. You're Sam Winchester. And you're-"

Dean slid the gun into his pocket, he seemed more relaxed now.

"-not what I pictured. I'm Becky."

Not what she pictured?! How does she even know them?

She pushed Sam to the side and walked into the room. "I've read all about you guys. And I've even wri-" Her eyes suddenly registered my presence and she gasped. "Sam?! Are you seeing someone?" Becky slowly approached me, so I took a step away from her.

"Um… uh…" I was at a loss for words.

"Uh no. She's my sister."

"Why wasn't she in the books then?" Becky quickened her pace to me and before I even knew it, she was right in my face.

Still shocked, I remained silent. She reached forward and put a hand on my face.

"Um…" I leaned away from her, but it was too late. She pinched at my cheeks like an old grandma would've done to their grandkid.

Unsure of what else to do, I slapped away her hand.

"Oooh," she giggled. "A little angry like Mr. Dean over here." Her voice rose higher in pitch the more she spoke. "Wait, but-" she looked me over before saying, "She's in a man's shirt!"

"Okay stop this," I tried to sound as forceful as I could while saying this. I walked over to Dean, where he put his arm around me as if to comfort me. "What books are you talking about?"

"The Supernatural books obviously. It tells all about the daring adventures of these two l-brothers!"

I looked up at Dean in confusion. He shook his head 'no'.

"Becky, why are you here?" Sam asked, clearly tired of her crap.

"Mr. Edlund told me where you were."

Dean took a step towards Becky and loosened his grip around me.

"Mr. Edlund?" I questioned. Sam looked at me in response. His eyes said all I needed to know and that was, as always, nothing.

"Chuck?" Dean's voice sounded worried yet relieved at the same time.

"He's got a message, but he's being watched. Angels. Nice change-up to the mythology, by the way. The demon stuff was getting kind of old.."

My eyebrows raised at her statement. How does she know more about this than I do? I mean last I checked, Sam and Dean didn't even know her until just a few minutes ago.

"Right. Just, um...what's the message?" Sam looked annoyed by now.

"He had a vision." She closed her eyes and recited a message: "The Michael sword is on earth. The angels lost it."

"The Michael sword?" Dean said, suddenly full of energy.

"What's the Michael sword? I'm so confused."

Without answering my question, Sam responded to her. "Becky, does he know where it is?"

"In a castle, on a hill made of forty-two dogs," she grinned.

I rolled my eyes. Does she think this is some sort of game? I've only been here a week and I already know how serious this stuff is.

"Forty-two dogs?" Dean looked slightly startled.

Sam, being even more confused than Dean, popped the next question, "Are...you sure you got that right?"

"It doesn't make sense, but that's what he said." The girl stepped closer to Sam and stared directly into his eyes. "I memorized every word." She slowly lifted her small hand onto his chest and breathed out the last words slowly, "For you."

"Um, Becky, c—uh, can you...quit touching me?" Sam said uncomfortably.

"No."

"Okay. Out. Now." Dean grabbed her by the arm and shoved her out the door.

"We could ask Cas for help?" I suggested.

Dean shook his head 'no'. "The archangel… I'm not sure that Cas made it out alive."

I bit my lip and sat down on the bed.

"Maybe we're looking at it wrong? Let's call Bobby and see if he has any idea," Sam suggested.

"No!" I shouted out of instinct. I could feel my face reddening as both of their eyes turned to look at me. "Ca- He- F- I sort of left without telling him. He was just so tired and he'd been hurting."

Sam looked at the ground.

"It's not your fault, Sam." Dean rested his hand on Sam's sulking shoulder.

"If I had actually listened to you guys…"

"Sam stop. It's not your fault."

"Get some rest. Maybe you'll feel better tomorrow," I suggested before realizing the obvious problem - there were only two beds in the room.

Dean looked around the room, the sinking realization coming to him too. "Uh… you two get some sleep. I'll keep my eyes on the news."

Sam looked worriedly at Dean, his eyes filled with tears.

I yawned and plopped onto Dean's bed. Sam slowly walked over to his, messing with his hands.

I fell asleep in no time and didn't even hear when Bobby called.

Muffled sounds pattered around the room and hushed voices filled the room, but I refused to fully wake up; I was in the middle of a great dream where the Winchesters weren't there, but Adam was.

I tossed over in my sleep, hoping to block out the noise.

In my dream, I was reaching out to grab Adam's hand as he faded into the distance.

"Adam! Come back! Don't leave me again!" I shouted.

I felt something on my shoulder and heard my name being called.

I snapped out of my dream. "D-dean. Don't do that again."

"You're burning up. Are you okay?" he put his hand to my forward like what my mother used to do.

"I'm fine," I said while brushing away his hand. I sat up and looked around the room. Bobby was here now and Sam looked upset about something.

"I need to talk to Dean," Bobby grunted out. "Alone."

I remained silent and looked at Sam. He nodded his head like he understood. "Come on. Let's go get you something nicer to wear." He quickly walked to the door and held it open for me.

I stood up and followed him. We made it outside in no time. The air was chilly, but I didn't mind too much. I actually was feeling pretty warm inside.

"Was it a dream?" Sam asked.

Only his outline was visible in the dark I nodded my head 'yes' and watched as my shadow moved in the distance.

"About what?"

I shook my head 'no'. I didn't want to tell him. He fights demons and monsters pretty much everyday of his life, so any of my nightmares would be like nothing to him.

At my silence, he stopped walking. "You can trust me."

"Sam, what's going on with you? Dean and Bobby seem so upset…"

"I got tricked into helping a demon. Don't worry about it though. Dean and I'll figure it out," he said it so fast that there was no room for emotion to sweep into his voice.

"How do you kill 'em? The demons. I want to help."

"No. You stay out of this.."

"You're the one who wanted me to come with you guys! At least let me help!"

"Fine. We have a blade and a gun that can kill demons, that's about it. Here, take this."

I could barely make out his hands in the darkness as he held something out for me. I slowly grabbed it out of his hands. It was cold and metal; a knife.

"It was dad's, so don't loose it."

I slid it into my pocket and looked up at Sam. "Thank you."

We walked in silence for about five minutes before the sound of a car engine roared to life in the distance.

"Does anyone live out this far…?" I questioned. We were too far from the motel for it to be any of us…

"Let's go behind here to be safe." Sam grabbed me by the hand and dragged me behind a tree that was off the side of the road. The car sped by as if we weren't even there.

"Probably just a drunk driver?"

"Dean," his voice filled the air as he began to run. "Keep up," he called at me.

"Sam! What's going on?!" I shouted up ahead to him. I was nowhere near as fast as him, so I trailed along behind him.

"I think there eyes were black! Can't quite tell in this darkness though." He picked up the pace as he rounded into the motel parking lot. Sure enough, the car was sitting there idle.

Sam stopped and I ran right into him. "S...orr...y" I said, out of breath from the run.

"Take out your knife just to be safe."

I slowly slid it out of my pocket and flipped it open. Sam approached the door slowly at first, but something caught his eye.

The door flew open as Sam ran in and I followed right on his trail. "No!" Sam screamed.

I stepped to the side of Sam and saw it. Bobby on the floor in a pool of blood and Dean on the floor next to him with a man on top of him.

"Bobby!" As much as I wanted to run forward to help them, my legs were like jello. I couldn't move.

Dean grunted as he was hit once after another. My eyes shifted up to meet the eyes of a strange girl. Her eyes were black and she had a snarky grin on her face.

"Heya, Sammy. You miss me? 'Cause I sure missed you." The girl seemed comfortable, even happy, despite what was going on around her.

"Meg?" Sam spoke so low that I could barely hear. He raised his fist and swung at the girl. She easily avoided the attack and retailed with one of her own, a kick to the balls.

Realizing that this was my chance, I willed myself to move and leapt onto the man who was attacking Dean. My knife quickly slid out of my hand, but the man was now against the wall. He, too, had black eyes.

It only took him a few seconds before he adjusted to the situation. He threw a punch to my jaw and I screamed.

I looked for my knife, but it was lying too far away, so I did the only thing I could think of; I bit him. The last time I tried to punch someone was Adam's ex-girlfriend and that didn't go too well for me…

My teeth dug into his shoulder and I was flopped to the side. Luckily, I hadn't broken the skin because he tasted nasty as hell.

My jaw ached, but as I rolled to get away from the man, I bumped into Bobby. A knife stuck out of Bobby's stomach. I grabbed it and it slid it across the floor.

Dean quickly grabbed it and stabbed the man. Orange light shot out of his eyes and around his body. I covered my head, afraid that he might explode.

"Shawna, it's okay." I felt a hand on my back and flinched.

When I uncovered my head, Sam was kneeling down next to me.

"Sammy! A little help over here!" Dean was to the side, attempting to lift up Bobby's limp body.

"I could call an ambulance?" I suggested, my breath quickening as I spoke.

"No. Go start up the impala." Dean attempted to toss me the keys, but they fell short of my outstretched hands.

I quickly knelt to pick up the wad of keys and ran out the door.

"Impala, Impala, Impala," I muttered while searching for the correct key. It only took three tries before I successfully unlocked the Impala.

"Open up the back door!" I heard Dean shout as he and Sam began making their way to the Impala.

I quickly flung open the back door as they carefully shoved him inside.

I ran to the passenger door and opened, but no sooner had I done that than when Sam walked up behind me, shaking his head. "Mine. You get the backseat."

"But there's literally a bloodied guy back there! And plus my whole face hurts," I complained, hoping that he'd give me some sympathy.

"Nope. Go back there."

I groaned and slid into the backseat with Bobby. His feet rested on my lap.

"Can I have an ice pack?"

"No," they said simultaneously.

"Water?"

"No."

"A blanket?"

"No."

"But I got punched in the face."

"Tough luck sweetie. Get over it," Dean grumbled, staring ahead at the road while he drove. Sam remained silent.

"Tough luck that I'm there friggin' sister," I mumbled while leaning against the window.

After three minutes of silence, Sam finally spoke up.

"You're going to have to learn to deal with the pain. We deal with it all the time."

I groaned and looked out the window. We were passing my empty stretches of forests.

"Dean, where are we?"

"Almost there," he muttered.

Sure enough, the big building sat just across the road in a large, populated section of town. Dean idled the car in front of the doorway and, with Sam's help, began carrying Bobby into the hospital.

I ran in ahead of them. "Help! Help!" I screamed. Even with the little amount that I knew about Bobby, I knew he was worth saving.

A nurse ran over to me and I pointed back towards Dean and Sam who were struggling to carry Bobby's unconscious body into the waiting room.

"Gurney please!" a nurse screamed while running at them.

My heart pounded even faster in my chest as each new nurse came running to Bobby's aide.

"What happened?" one of them said while trying to remain calm.

I was about to answer when Sam spoke first. "He was stabbed."

"Can we get a gurney?" another nurse said yet again.

Two nurses came over to us, sliding a gurney along in front of them. Sam and Dean carefully laid Bobby onto the gurney.

"Hang on, Bobby. Hang in there. You're gonna be okay.," Dean said in a hushed voice as if Bobby could actually hear him.

"Wait here," a nurse told us as Bobby was rushed through a set of white, double doors.

Sam stopped the nurse before she ran off. "We can't just leave him."

"Just don't move. I've got questions." She walked off before Sam could say anything more.

"Sammy, we gotta go. The demons heard where the sword is. We got to get to it before they do, if we're not too late already."

"No. No way, Dean. I'm not leaving him."

"I'll stay with Bobby you guys go. I've got the knife. I'll be fine," I piped in, trying to ease this stressful situation.

"Be safe." Sam quickly hugged me before running after Dean.

I slumped against the wall. "Come on, Bobby."

There was no news for a half an hour and in that time, I had managed to fall asleep. I was woken up by the nurse who had wanted to question Sam.

"Hey. Wake up." She tapped lightly on my shoulder and I pushed her hand away. "Wake up!" she raised her voice.

"Urgh," I spit out as I sat up and looked at her. "Oh. It's you." I blew a piece of my brown hair off my face while staring at her directly in the eyes.

"We have some cops here. They want to talk to you."

"N-no. I c-can't," I stuttered out.

"We understand your stressed and-" she gasped as I slid my hair part over to the other side. "Your cheek! Did they hurt you?"

"I'm fine. Just let me see him." I tried to stand, but she pushed me back down.

"Is he your grandpa or something?"

"Ya. Sure. Now let me see him," I yawned out the last word and tried to stand once again; this time she let me.

"Was it the men who hurt you?" she grabbed my hand before I could fully walk away.

"What room is he in?"

"Was it the men?"

"What room?!" I nearly shouted at her.

"He's on the second floor, third room. Before you go, was it the men."

"No. It wasn't my brothers. There was this weird, dark eyed chick and a man."

She loosened the grip on my wrist and I ran to the elevator. I slid in with everyone else.

An old lady was in a wheelchair next to me, breathing tubes ran down her face.

"Seeing your grandpa today, deary?" she asked with a smile.

"Ya- uh sorta. Bye." I ran out as soon as the doors began to part. I couldn't stand dealing with her. Not now. Not with Bobby's life on the line. My feet carried me to his room and I quickly entered.

He sat up on his bed, staring off into the distance.

"Bobby," I said as I slowly approached his bed.

He jumped a little and looked at me. "Oh. Little one." He patted my head, clearly out of it from whatever drugs they gave him.

"You doing okay, Bobby?"

"I'm doing hella fine. Now get me out of here."

"No. Not until Sam and Dean get back."

"Where are those idjits anyways?"

"Doesn't matter. Get some sleep. I could really use some too."

Bobby mumbled something like "hell no" under his breath as I sat in a chair, preparing to sleep.

"G'night Bobby."

"'Night dork."

""Unlikely to walk again"?! Why, you snot-nosed son of a bitch! Wait till I get out of this bed!" I woke up to Bobby's screams. Sam and Dean sat across the room from me. They looked worried.

I'll use my game leg and kick your friggin' ass! Yeah, you better run!

The doctor was nowhere in sight.

I yawned. "Good morning…"

"It's not morning," Dean replied gruffly.

"You believe that yahoo 'bout my legs?" Bobby grunted at the boys.

"Screw him. You'll be fine."

"I don't think so… I mean when has a doctor ever been wrong…?" I contradicted.

"Enough with that. Let me ask the million-dollar question. What do we do now?" Sam piped in before the argument could pursue any farther.

"Well... We save as many as we can for as long as we can, I guess. It's bad. Whoever wins, heaven or hell, we're boned," Bobby said, feeling a little more comfortable about the current situation.

"What if we win?" Dean added in.

"What do you mean? If we win, we can go live a normal life," confusion was evident in my voice and it clearly was in everyone else's too as everyone in the room turned to look at Dean.

"Get out of the room, Shawna," Dean looked at me intently.

"No!"

"Now! Go to the impala. It's unlocked."

"NO!"

"I'm not asking!"

"Stop bossing me around!" I screamed as I thundered out of the room.

On the elevator ride down, I didn't talk or even look at anyone.

The same nurse was on the bottom floor, so I ran past her and straight to the impala. I let some tears flow down my cheeks once I got in.

They take everything from me. My family. My friends. My freedom and they expect me to still love them as brothers?!

I buried my face into the leather seats of the impala and cried until my eyes couldn't take it anymore.