Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: Well, sorry about the delay. The chapter after this was giving me fits, and I didn't want to leave you with just this for a few days. My apologies.
Interlude
The phone rang.
"Hey, Bobby, it's Ellen here."
"Ellen! Now what prompts such a call?"
Ellen's voice lowered, probably to avoid her patrons overhearing the conversation. "You seen the news tonight?"
"No."
"Go do it."
There was a pause while Bobby went to his ancient television set and turned it on. "What channel?" he asked.
"Any one with news."
Another pause, longer this time, while the news was watched and digested.
"Shit."
"I know you've been helping those boys, Bobby. They're going to have the F.B.I. on their trail now, if they didn't before."
"I've been around, Ellen."
"You've got a cover story, don't you? One that doesn't incriminate any of you?"
"I'll work something out. What about you? I heard they were hunting with your daughter."
"Yeah, well, they were. But in the meantime, what do I know about the Winchesters? I'm just a bartender."
"I appreciate the warning, Ellen."
"Not a problem."
Nothing left to say, they hung up at the same time.