Chapter 4-Breakfast with Bobby
February 8th
Six Days to Valentines Day
It was the next morning when Bobby's new Pit Bull, Chopper, starting barking and growling loudly. It was like Chopper to just bark at anything. Yeah, there would be an occasional squirrel mix-up, but then again that happened with even the typical American teenager. (A/N: Okay, it's just me!) But this wasn't that normal bark. This was his 'there is someone else on the property besides Bobby' bark and that never meant that it was just a Girl Scout selling cookies. So Bobby woke up and grabbed a shotgun and holy water, ready to fight whatever was at his house.
"Easy Chopper." Bobby said. The Pit Bull ran up to the porch from behind the rusted old Pontiac Firebird that had set in his junkyard for years. He then pointed back towards it. Chopper was a good watch dog, always trying to protect Bobby in case someone showed up that Bobby didn't want there. "Okay boy. Take me to 'em." Chopper led Bobby towards the Firebird. He was completely shocked by what he saw. There really was someone behind the car, not a squirrel, but he almost thought he was dreaming when he saw who it was.
"Sam!" Bobby yelled as he ran forward. Sam was laying on the ground with his hand wrapped around a bloody pick axe. He was wearing a black suit that had dried blood on it. To the right of his head, there was a dirty mask that belonged to a miners outfit. Bobby ran forward and tossed his gun and flask of holy water to the ground and raced to him. "Sam! Wake up!" He yelled as he shook the younger man. Sam took a deep breath of air and opened his eyes. He acted as if he hadn't even seen Bobby standing there.
"He made me do it." Sam whispered. "He made me do it. He made me do it. It wasn't my fault." Bobby shook Sam again.
"What wasn't your fault?" Bobby asked. "Sam! What's going on?" When Sam still seemed confused, Bobby lightly slapped his cheeks. Sam blinked a couple times then looked around.
"What?" He asked. "Where am I? Bobby? How'd I get here?"
"I was hoping you could tell me that." Bobby said. "What's the last thing you remember?"
"Shopping and running into the Palmers." Sam said. Bobby looked at him strange. He didn't know who the Palmers were. "Sarah and Axel Palmer. They're from Harmony." Sam said as he moved to sit up against the car. His head was spinning and he thought that he was going to throw up. And he wondered how the hell he had gotten to Bobby's when the last thing he remember was going shopping in Orchard Valley, Wyoming. His, Tom, Dean, and Lydia's home was only about five miles away from the small down, which wasn't too far from the city of Cheyenne. But Tom and Dean had too be so worried about him if he came by himself. He was pulled from his thoughts by Bobby taking the axe from his hands. He hadn't even realized he'd been holding it.
"Let's get you inside." Bobby said. He wrapped his arm around Sam and helped him stand. Sam's steps were weak and he almost fell a couple times. Bobby helped him get his footing and they made their way into the house. Chopper watched them from where he stood on the front porch. Bobby smiled down at his dog as he got Sam into the house and onto the couch. Sam looked exhausted. He collapsed onto the couch. That worried Bobby as he saw this. He quickly went to his cell and dialed Dean's number.
"Hello?" Dean asked after letting it ring only once.
"Dean, it's Bobby." He said.
"Hey Bobby. It's good to hear from ya, but we have a bit of a crisis here." Dean said.
"It involve Sam?" Bobby asked. He knew that he had just gotten Dean's attention right then.
"How did you know that?" Dean asked after a moment. Bobby moved to stand in the doorway of the kitchen where he'd been talking and he watched Sam sleeping on the couch. He looked pale with dark circles around his eyes. He still had the suit on.
"Chopper led me to him this morning." Bobby said. "He was outside by the old Firebird. He was passed out when I found him, but he kept saying that someone made him do something." He added.
"Tom and me will be right there." Dean said. "We'll call Drusilla and dad and have them watch Lydia for us."
"Ok." Bobby said. He hung up the phone and stood there watching Sam. Five minutes later, Tom and Dean appeared in the living room thanks to Tom's magical transporter power that all demons came equip with. Tom took one look at Sam in the bloody suit, passed out on the couch. He moved forward and gently touched Sam's cheek. Sam opened his eyes and looked up at Tom. Dean went to Bobby.
"What the hell happened?" Dean asked. Bobby motioned for Dean to follow him outside. He took him out to the Firebird, where the pick axe and the miners mask still were. "What the hell?" Dean asked.
"You understand it?" Bobby asked. Dean nodded his head.
"Unfortunately." Dean said. "Back when I first met Tom, I was possessed by this ghost of a dead miner named Harry Warden. I thought Sam took care of him."
"You think that this Warden guys back for revenge?" Bobby asked. Dean sighed.
"I hope not." Dean said. "'Cuz if he is, we're all screwed."
What do you think happened to Sam? And will Tom and Dean be able to figure it out before something bad happens? Please review!
