This hiatus is hitting the SPN fans hard. I've seen some weird shiz that the fans are making in sheer desperation. It's like the end of Sherlock all over again! Thought the Doctor who fans are taking their break well. Well, they waited for 20 years and have many more episodes than the rest of us. Life as a Superwholock fan is rough.
On to chapter 4! Tally-HO!
In Heaven…
Bobby singer embraces his wife one last time.
"You sure you don't wanna come back with me?" he asked for the twentieth time in the last two hours of preparations that the Singers and Angel did for bobby's return to solid ground. She caressed his cheek and chin with her hand, looking into his eyes.
"I'm very sure. You just head on down and take care of your boys, y'hear?" her southern accent accentuated by her feelings. That was one of the facts he had forgotten about his wife.
"Bobby, everything is ready. It's time to go." Said Meredith. She kept herself from interrupting the couple as long as she could but she and Bobby had a window of opportunity to catch, one that was shrinking by the minute. Bobby slowly took a step away and her hand slipped out of his.
"I love you." He said, tears slipping from his eyes. He rubbed them away with the back of his sleeve.
"I love you too, but so do those boys! Just be sure to get back here before they do!" his wife told him sternly, but with a smile as well as a few tears.
Two doors appeared at both ends of the room. The Door behind the Angel and Bobby had a mother-of-pearl finish, as well as metal bars bent into trees, clouds and leaves. The Door in the wall next to Karen was a dark wood. With one last smile, Karen walked though her door, back into her own piece of heaven, and sat down on a porch swing next to a memory of her husband.
Bobby watched as his wife left the room that reminded him of earth. Once the door had shut, it dissolved back into the wall. Once there was no longer a trace of it, Bobby Tuned around to face the new door.
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle. It's the Pearly Gates!" he chuckled. Meredith nodded with a small smile.
"Some people remember these gates after they are reincarnated. Some fool got it into his head that it's the gate to heaven. Its only one of the exits." She holds out her hand to him, stepping closer to the gates that are slowly opening inward by themselves.
"Are you ready?" she asks. Bobby tugs his cap firmly on his head, just like he used to.
"yes." He said firmly, and took the angels hand. Together they stepped into the bright light behind the gate. Bobby closes his eyes as the light gets brighter and brighter.
NINE WEEKS AGO ON EARTH…
A small red-brown puppy emerges from the womb, eyes shut tight. Its tiny but long legs paw at the new, cold, open space. The puppy gently toweled off by a pair of large but caring human hands. Once the pup is relatively dry and is checked over, it's placed next to one of the mother's teats. Instinctively, the puppy crawls to the warmth of the mother and begins to drink the life giving milk. Invisible to the couple helping their beloved pet with her labor, the Angel Meredith nods in satisfaction. Bobby is a healthy puppy. She notes that the litter is small, only five pups, Bobby being the last born. Bobby is clearly the runt of the litter, but moves faster than the others. She watches as the mother cleans her young. The pup would have been a still-born without bobby's soul. With half the job done, she jumps nine weeks into the future, to finish the agreed plan.
The puppy who was once bobby has very simple thoughts. They mostly pertain to milk. At the back of the puppy's head, memories and thoughts swirl. They form a noun, and a verb.
"Boys. Find boys." But the pup is far too young to understand. The soul settles into the new body and belongs to it within minutes of birth once the pup decides it wants to live, it held on tightly. While the puppy sleeps, it sends images and memories. Within the first few hours of life, the soul that was once bobby sends unknowing messages to the pup's mind.
"Boys are warmth. Boys are happiness. Boys are mine." These messages come with the faint memories and feelings bobby had around and with the boys. The soul settles into the body like any other baby. It is slightly surprised to find that it is female! The surprise leaves soon after the soul fully settles into its own body. The body and soul are now inseparable, only death will part these two half's of a whole now.
The puppy that was once now Bobby Singer is now a very sleepy newborn pup.
AS THE WEEKS GO BY…
The retired couple that owns the mother of the litter is an older retired couple who go by the names of Louis and Jack. The large farmhouse that they live in has a room closed off for the mother and her new pups. This isn't the first time they helped their beloved bitch Victoria give birth. The previous times they planned the births, breeding her, selling the pups to good people online. They met each and every one of their customers before selling them the pup. Refusing a few people they thought would have been bad owners.
Victoria was a purebred Rhodesian ridgeback. A good breed of hunting dog. Known for the ridge of fur running down their spines. A medium sized dog, hardy and loveable to family. This birth was not planned. The neighbor's dog had snuck in a few weeks ago while Victoria was in heat and the result of that was the five pups sleeping, nestled against their warm mother as she slept. The neighbor dog was only half Rhodesian ridgeback. The other half was mutt. While the couple still loved their pet and her puppies, they had no idea what other traits were mixed in with the mutt blood. The couple noted the runt puppy. Jack was surprised when the newborn moved in his hands! He was almost certain that the red-brown pup was a stillborn! But the puppy clung to life and didn't let go.
Over the next few weeks the couple watched as the pups grew. They both noted that the runt was the first of the litter to open her eyes, as well as the first of the litter to wander away from the warm safety of their mother. With large ears and paws that one would say that she would grow into, the runt was always tripping over her four feet while exploring. The couple was unsure of which breed in the father's family background she received her red-brown rather than brown-tan fur from. She was by far the most adventurous, always running off. The couple had to be careful that the doors were closed when the pups were out and about because the runt was sure to make a break for it. Soon it was hard to believe that the red-brown, adventurous puppy was the runt of the litter! Before long she was larger than her siblings! She wasn't fatter, just slightly bigger. When the puppies were five weeks old, a gated area was set up in the backyard and the couple let the pups explore in the safe area. Outside of the gated backyard was several miles of forest, the nearest neighbor a little more than a mile away. Unknown to them, a neighbor was hunting nearby and shot at a bird. All the pups jumped and yelped at the loud scary noise! One of the pups began to cry. The couple began to take the puppies out of the pen as another shot rang out, all the pups jumped again, except for the runt. She cocked her head and looked around, bearing her small sharp teeth she let out a low, puppy growl. The soul remembered that something was bad when a gun was shot. Usually a monster. The couple noted this odd behavior.
The couple named the pups when they were three weeks old, except for the runt.
"We can't keep calling her runt, hon." Said Jack as he ran his hand down the said puppy's back.
"Well, what should her name be?" replied Louis as he fondled another puppy's ears. Jack held the clever bitch to his face. She yapped happily and tried to bite his nose. Jack smiled as he gave her a finger, she growled as she gnawed on the large digit with her small sharp teeth.
"She's strong, clever too. She plays with the others, and seems to always end up on top. Her fur is redder than the others." Jack noted. He laughed as she jumped and pounced on his wiggling fingers.
"Why not Elizabeth?" suggested Louis. "A strong, red-head, clever woman if there ever was one, Queen Elizabeth was." Jack nodded and tried it out.
"Elizabeth, how do my fingers taste?" he asked the pup. The said puppy growled as she tried to eat the extended finger. She stopped and cocked her head when he talked.
"Elizabeth it is!" Jack declared as he ticked her tummy. The puppy was overjoyed at the unexpected tickle.
Families and hunters alike came to see the puppies and adopt one. Jack and Louis were well known for breeding loyal hunting partners and pets. But Elizabeth ignored them all. She would take one sniff of them and take her leave.
"Not boys." She would declare, and walk away from the surprised visitor. The couple was surprised at her attitude to other people, she barked at them and would turn her back! The other puppies jumped at the legs of the strangers, seeking attention, but not Elizabeth. One by one, the pups were claimed, but not Elizabeth. They debated on keeping her if no one claimed her.
One day, when the pups were nine weeks old, the pups were out in the big backyard, Elizabeth managed to sneak out unnoticed. By crawling out of a half dug hole under the fence behind a bush, the puppy escaped, with one thought on her mind. "Boys. Find boys." Unknown to Elizabeth, The angel Meredith guided her path and next steps. In the woods surrounding the area, the pup stumbled into the path of two of the neighbors. Two older and well-meaning teenagers who were out for a walk in the woods. Elizabeth wandered close for a small. "Boys?" she wondered.
"Dude! It's one of the puppies that Dino sired!" The boys watched the puppy as she slowly approached them.
"Here, pup. Heeeeere pup." The older boy crooned at Elizabeth. He rubbed her back as she approached. "Good girl." He said.
"Not boys!" Elizabeth declared, and turned her back. Her mission still unfulfilled.
"Whoa there, pup!" said the second boy, picking her up as she walked away. "And where do you think you're going? We should get you back home!" the puppy understood the premise of what the teen said as he picked her up. She scratched, and bit and barked like a rabid dog.
"No! Find boys! My boys!" the teen had trouble holding her as the pup bit and scratched every available piece of skin she could reach.
The teen quickly lowered the puppy to the ground, who sped off as her paws touched the forest floor. "HEY!" yelled the other boy and took off after her. He was a tall teen, and managed to match the running puppy's speed. Even so, it took him a few minutes to catch her. She had stumbled over a root she didn't see, as the neighbor boy wrapped her in his jacket.
"Gotcha." He sighed. As the pup squirmed and tried to bite him from under his jacket.
He walked back to his brother with the wiggling and unhappy bundle of puppy and jacket in his arms. "You alright?" he asked his brother. "Yeah, just scratched up." Was the reply.
"Let's get this puppy back to her home." The first brother said.
"We'd better get a box or cage, I don't know how much longer I can hold her like this!" the bundle increased its squirming as the teen almost dropped it! Only one of the boys went into the house to get a box for the pup, they knew that their dog Dino should stay far away from the young pup. The larger dog tried to get outside to smell the new puppy. But the boys refused to let him outside. The older teen found a small wooden crate, which they placed the puppy into. The crate was small and dense, but had tall sides that Elizabeth could not get out of. The crate was heavy and had two rope handles on opposite sides of the box that required one brother to each handle.
The brothers carried the crate down the back-woods path to their neighbor's house. It was shorter than the main road, plus they were trying to save on gas. The path took them by the side of a steep hill that overlooked one of the Side Rivers of the Mississippi, it was diverted from the main river and then joined it a few miles down. But it was far enough from the houses so that the houses nearby never worried about flooding or overflowing from it. When they were about half way there, they stopped to take a break. They sat down by the crate on the path. The puppy jumped at the sides of the crate trying to tip it over, but it was too heavy for her to do anything than just rattle it. He older boy peeked into the box.
"I wonder how you got out. Nothing like that has ever happened to Louis and Jack before." The pup yapped at them. The older boy stood up after ruffling the pup's ears.
"Let's switch sides." He suggested. His brother stood up as he walked to the other side of the crate and small path.
The brothers claim what happened next as pure bad luck, but it was actually the angel Meredith, helping Bobby on her new path.
The older boy picked up his side of the crate before his brother did, and at the same time, the puppy bashed herself against the opposite side of the crate, sending the heavy crate off the path and down, down, down the steep hill and into the river. The boys ran and slid down the hill after the crate and puppy, but as their bad luck continued, (Meredith made sure of that) the crate slid safely and calmly into the fast flowing stream. And was soon around a bend and out of sight, impossible to get to.
The boys scrambled back up the hill to Louis and Jack's house to get help, meanwhile Meredith sent calming thoughts to soothe the anxious and scared puppy. The crate was so thick and bottom heavy, that it was almost impossible to tip over, and completely water proof, well, with the help of the angel that was all possible.
"Ssshhhhh, you will soon be with the boys." She promised.
"Boys?" Elizabeth asked, the tip of her tail wagging.
"soon." She promised. "Now sleep." The puppy curled up, yawned and napped as she rode the river safely.