Dean closed the phone. "They've got dad."
"Meg?" Sam asked and Dean nodded. "What'd she say?"
"I just told you, Sammy." Dean took breath to calm down. "Okay. Okay." He picked up the Colt and tucked it into the back of his jeans.
"What are you doing, Dean?" Sam asked. I quickly finished brushing my hair knowing we'd be leaving now.
"We got to go," Dean said throwing his stuff into his bag.
"Why?"
"Because the demon knows we're in Salvation, all right. It knows we got the Colt. It's got Dad and it's probably coming for us next," Dean said raising his voice at his brother and jerking his jacket on.
"Good. We've still got three bullets left. Let it come."
"Listen, tough guy, we're not ready, okay? We don't know how many of them are out there. Now, we're no good to anybody dead. We're leaving. Now!" Dean snapped at Sam. "Red, pack your shit. Let's go."
We were in the Impala flying down the road less than five minutes later. Dean took a turn and slid across the road sideways throwing me into the door. I rolled my eyes and steadied myself again. The brothers argued about the next move in the front seat.
"Dean, you really think these demons are going to leave a trail?" Sam asked.
"You're right," Dean said calming. "We need help." I looked up from the backseat.
"Bobby," I stated and Dean nodded.
We pulled up at Bobby's the next day. Dean had driven all night refusing to let Sam take over. I hadn't been able to fall asleep myself because of his erratic driving. Usually no matter how fast Dean is going I still feel safe with him behind the wheel. But his emotions were making him unsteady.
I got out of the Impala and went straight to the big dog sitting on top of one of the many rusted out trucks sitting around the yard. I rubbed the dog behind the ears and he wagged his tail happily.
"You been a good boy Spock?" I asked the giant Rottweiler. We'd gotten Spock right after I'd moved in with Bobby and he'd been dumb enough to let me name him.
Bobby met us at the door and I embraced my once guardian in a hug. The boys shook hands and we entered the messy house. We sat around the living room and Dean explained everything to Bobby. Sam sat at Bobby's desk reading through a book to find out what he could on the demon.
"So, we need help," Dean finished. Bobby stood and pulled some things from his desk and a few more things from a bookshelf.
"Here you go," he said handing a silver flask to Dean.
"What is this? Holy Water?"
"That one is. This is whiskey," Bobby said taking a swig from the flask. Dean looked between the flask and Bobby before Bobby handed him the whiskey and Dean took a swig himself. I smiled at the old man and Dean and wrapped my feet under me on the couch liking the feeling of home at least for a little while.
"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything," Dean said.
"All that matters is that you get him back," Bobby said to Dean.
"Bobby, this book," Sam said from the desk. "I've never seen anything like it."
"Key of Solomon?" Bobby said walking over to the younger brother. Dean sat down on the couch next to me and laid his arm behind me on the couch so we were side to side. "It's the real deal, alright."
"And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?" Sam asked.
"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in, they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach Motel."
"Man knows his stuff," Dean said beside me.
"I'll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you boys stepped in."
"Oh, yeah? How's that?" Sam asked.
"Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops."
"Yeah?" Dean voiced.
"This year I hear of 27 so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us. A lot more."
"What's causing it?" I asked sitting forwards with my eyebrows furrowed.
"I don't know. But it's something big. The storm's coming, and you boys, your Daddy, you are smack in the middle of it. And of course you dragged poor Red in too."
"No dragging required, Bobby," I said rolling my eyes. Spock started barking outside and I stood while Bobby went over to the window. Dean stood behind me and I jerked with a wince when Spock stopped barking with a whine. My eyes widened as I looked at Bobby.
"Something's wrong," Bobby said backing from the window.
Bobby had barely gotten the words out before the door was busted down and Meg stood in the doorway. Dean pushed me behind him since we were only a few feet away and pulled the flask from his pocket. Meg raised her arm to sling him out of the way with her demon powers and threw me through the air with him.
I hit a bookshelf and felt my arm snap against it and something warm run down my side. I grunted trying to sit up but my head was spinning. I looked over at Dean who was shaking off the hit as well. Sam was talking to Meg and she was following him deeper into the room. My eyes focused on the ceiling where the devils trap was painted. Dean crawled from his spot on the ground and knelt next to me.
"Okay?" he whispered. I nodded and he stood walking behind Meg.
"I mean did you really think we wouldn't find you?" Meg said as she unknowingly stood trapped under the devils trap.
"Actually, we were counting on it," Dean said behind her. His eyes traveled up to the ceiling and hers followed. "Gotcha."
Sam pulled a chair up behind her and Bobby retrieved some rope from a closet. I tried to sit up and couldn't yet. I was still dizzy which was weird. I looked down and saw the blood pooling under me.
"Red?" I heard Dean ask as he came into my view.
"I'm okay."
"We've got Miss Sunshine taken care of. Go patch her up," Bobby said as he and Sam tied the demon down.
Dean nodded and picked me up. He carried me up the stairs and to the room that had been mine.
The walls were mostly covered in drawings of the monsters I'd killed and the occasional painting I'd done. One of my favorites hung over my desk of the Impala. Another of Spock the dog. Books were piled in the corners much like in Bobby's living room but neater.
Dean laid me on the bed and left to get the first aid supplies. I managed to pull myself up against the headboard while he was gone and peel my shirt back to see the cut on my left side. Dean reentered the room with bandages and the necessary tools to sew me up.
"I can handle it if you want to be there for the demon thing," I said trying to take the supplies from him weakly.
"They're going to wait until I'm done. You need to go ahead and pass out so I don't have to deal with your whining while I do this."
"You're a horrible seamstress," I said letting my head fall back and my eyes close but I was still awake.
"How'd you manage this?" he asked cleaning off the wound.
"Well, when the demon in the living room tried to knock you out of the way for being a dumbass it seems I got caught in the crossfire and hit a bookshelf. I probably just got stabbed by Excalibur or whatever else Bobby keeps in this place."
"I think you'll live," Dean said and started the stitches. "How many times am I gonna have to patch you up?"
"How many times are you going to almost get me killed?" He didn't answer immediately.
"Sorry about getting you hurt." He was being sincere when he said it and I opened my eyes to look at him. He was focusing on the stitches trying his best to make it hurt less.
"I don't actually blame you, Dean. Don't start feeling guilty." Dean let out a sigh and nodded. "But for the record. Pretty sure my arms broken too."
"Seriously?" Dean said stopping to look over my arms. I pointed to the right one with the left one and nodded. Dean ran a hand over it to feel the snapped bone and cussed. "Damn it. I can't fix this."
"Are you okay?" I asked looking him over and wondering how I had gotten broken to pieces and he seemed fine.
"A few cuts and bruises. I'm not as fragile as you."
"Oh, whatever." I hissed when he poured the alcohol on it to sanitize it without warning.
"I salted the doors and windows. If there's any demons out there they ain't getting in. How is she?" Bobby asked. I looked in the doorway to see Bobby standing there. Sam must have been watching Meg. Not like she was going anywhere.
"I broke my arm and Dean is making me look like Frankensteins bride," I said while Dean wrapped gauze around my middle.
"Broken arm?" Bobby said walking over.
"Can you fix it?," Dean asked standing.
"I got it. There's some plaster in the same closet that stuff was in. Will you get it?" Dean nodded and left. "Which one?" I pointed to my right arm again and Bobby picked it up gently feeling over the forearm where it hurt.
"Fuck!" I yelled when he suddenly reset the bone. Dean walked in the room with the plaster.
"Watch your mouth," he scolded. Dean grinned at me while he helped hand Bobby the strips of cloth soaked in plaster.
"I better not have a bum right arm from now on Bobby," I said once my arm was casted in a messy yellowish mass of hard cloth.
"Don't worry. I've done this plenty. I'm better than any doctor. Take some of these and go to sleep." Bobby handed me a few pills and I swallowed them down with a drink of water. "Dean come on. Let's get this over with." Bobby left the room wiping his hands on a rag.
"I'll be back up in a little while. Get some rest," Dean said over his shoulder as he closed the door behind him.
I wasn't sure I'd be able to go to sleep knowing they were torturing a demon in the room below me. But, as it turns out, I didn't have much say in the matter because moments after Dean shut the door I was out. A combination of the meds, blood loss, and exhaustion taking over me.
"Robin," I heard a voice say pulling me from the deep sleep. "Wake up, Red."
I opened my eyes and groaned looking up at Sam. I smiled a goofy grin at him probably as a result of the meds Bobby gave me.
"Sammy. My adorable best friend."
"I see you're feeling good."
"I don't know why Bobby gave me this. Cold medicine knocks me out for a whole day."
"I know. Broken arm, huh?" he said poking at the cast.
"Yep. You wanna sign it?"
"That's okay. Dean might though."
"He'd just write something crude on it and I'd have to get it covered up."
"You're probably right," Sam said with a smile.
"Did you find out where your dad is?"
"Yeah. Missouri. We're headed out soon."
"Okay. I'll sleep this off in the car," I said trying to sit up but Sam stopped me.
"Red, you're staying here."
"What? The hell I am."
"You've got fresh stitches in your side and a broken right arm. You'd get hurt even worse or killed."
"I'll be fine. I'm going."
"No you're not," Dean said from the doorway.
"Dean, shut up. I can handle it."
"Robin, if you go me and Sam will have to keep an eye on you the entire time. That means one of us could get hurt. You can't come."
I sighed not being able to come up with a counter. Sam grabbed my good hand and brought my attention back to him.
"We'll be back soon. You gotta stay with Bobby and help us when we need information."
"Fine," I bite out quietly.
"Go easy for a few days," Sam said and bent to hug me.
"You better be careful, Sammy. And watch after your dumbass brother."
"I will," he said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I'll keep you updated."
I nodded and Sam left the room passing Dean in the doorway. Dean stepped into the room and I sat up ignoring the pain in my side. Dean sat on the bed beside me.
Neither said anything for a few moments. I had spent the last three years barely leaving Dean's side as we hunted all sorts of evil. Now he and Sammy were going on one of the most dangerous hunts so far and I was stuck broken at Bobby's.
"We'll get dad back and we'll kill this demon and come straight back here."
"Yeah."
"You alright?"
"You better come back in once piece and alive, Winchester. Sammy too."
"Don't I always?" he said with a grin. "Come on. I couldn't let you down. I'll be back before the drugs wear off."
I nodded and he wrapped his arms around me tucking my head under his chin in a hug. He pulled away slightly and gave me a kiss on the forehead.
"Keep your phone close," Dean said releasing me and stood.
"Ten-four," I replied and he turned and left the room. I could hear the Impala start up and the rumble of the motor fade in the distance as they drove off. I fell back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling before getting up to help Bobby with the mess downstairs.
