A/N: Chapter 7 is here with the second half of Weekend at Bobby's. Unfortunately, until we reach mid-Season 7 a lot of the scenes are going to heavily follow the episodes. This chapter is the second part of the episode Weekend at Bobby's. Once I start diverting more from canon, it will get a bit more interesting. Nothing too crazy though.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything else you may recognize. Any similarities to any real person is purely coincidental.
After Rufus was gone, Evie and Bobby went back inside. Bobby was about to cut into the cobbler when the phone rang. Bobby put down the knife and walked over to the phone.
"Yeah." He listened for a moment. "Well, what happened to the silver knife blessed by a priest?"
'Dean again. What's he done now?' Evie thought leaning against the counter. She heard a knock at the front door.
"POLICE!"
"I got it." She mouthed to Bobby as she passed him. He nodded, looking for a particular passage in his book. She opened the door to see the sheriff and a man in a suit. She assumed he was FBI, and was proven correct when he flashed his badge at her.
"Agent Adams." He said rudely. "I need to talk with Robert Singer."
She was irritated at his attitude. "He's on the phone at the moment, so unless someone is gonna die in the next two minutes, I think you can afford to wait."
He bristled and the Sherriff tried to diffuse the situation. "We can wait." She looked Evie over. "What's your name? Call me curious."
She smiled genuinely at the Sherriff. "My name's Evelyn. Ya can call me Evie. Bobby's my dad."
The Sheriff looked surprised. "Well, Miss Singer, I'm Jody Mills."
Evie awkwardly shook her hand, choosing not to comment on the last name. Actually, she kinda liked it.
Agent Adams rolled his eyes. "We don't have time for-"
He was cut off when Bobby stuck his head out the door, still on the phone. "My mom." He mouthed at them gesturing for them to come in.
They followed him into the living room. "Great, great. Now blend the herbs, sauté over high heat, and cook well." He waited a moment before finishing. "Okay. Great, great. Enjoy the roast, mom."
Evie smiled at her dad. 'Liar.' She thought. "Dad, Agent Adams here wants ta ask ya some questions."
The agent thrusts a sketch at Bobby. "Have you seen this man? Rufus Turner, aka Luther Vandross, aka Ruben Studdard.
Evie kept her face calm while internally laughing at Rufus' aliases. "No," she answered before Bobby could reply. We've not seen him."
"I was asking him. Not you, girl."
Bobby glared at the man. "Well, the answer's the same either way, 'cause most of the day we were both out back working. We've not seen anyone but the neighbor."
Agent Adams glared back. "Funny, 'Cause I got a couple of guys working the highway. Said they saw him pull in here, carrying a body."
"Well, then we must have missed him." Evie shrugged. "I'm awfully sorry to have wasted y'all's time-"
Adams cut her off. "I'm just gonna take a look around."
Bobby took two steps in his direction. "Ya got a warrant, sonny?"
Adams got in Bobby's face. "Well, do I need one, sir?"
They glared at each other.
Jody stepped forwards. "Okay fellas, put the rulers away. Zip up." She patted both men on the chest. She turned to Adams. "Look, Bobby here is kind of a…" She looked at Bobby, deciding on the right word. "Crank. And he ain't what you call a fan of big brother, but me and him…" She looked backwards at Bobby. "How long have I been arresting you now? Ten years?"
"Thereabouts." Bobby agreed.
"Yeah, we got a history, so… what do you say, just let me scope the place out? That okay? You could just wait outside." She stared at Adams expectantly.
He looked he and then turned for the door. "Five minutes."
"Great." Jody shrugged.
They watched Adams go outside. Jody turned back to Bobby.
Bobby looked alarmed. "Why did ya send him outside?"
Jody sounded confused. "'Cause I didn't think you'd want him in here."
"I don't. I've got a body in the basement."
Jody rolled her eyes. "My point."
"Yeah, but I got another body buried in the yard."
Jody eyes widened. "Damn it."
Evie's stomach felt ill. She ran past Jody and stood on her toes to look through the window. "Fuck!" She turned around. "He ain't there."
"Balls!"
The three of them walked out into the yard. Adams saw them and approached. "Mr. Singer, come with me, please. Bobby and Jody exchanged glances.
They followed him to the spot where they had buried the Okami. Evie was alarmed to see it was disturbed.
Adams stared expectantly at them. "You mind explaining this?"
Bobby scoffed. "What? You've never had a septic tank explode on ya?"
Evie took great satisfaction in the disgusted look on Adams' face.
"I got it pretty well cleaned up," Bobby continued. "But watch where you step." He gestured at the man's feet.
Adams stepped back and glanced at the bottom of his shoes.
Before long, Adams left. It was now just the three of them.
Jody looked at Bobby for a long moment. "Well, I'd better get back to the station. Paperwork." She glanced down at her feet.
Bobby rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Uh. Thanks." He hesitated. "For helping with that dick."
Jody nodded and got in her car. "Yeah. No problem. Bye."
"Bye." Bobby said quietly as she drove away.
It was night before Bobby was able to get ahold of Rufus and by then he was pacing. "Get back here." He listened for a moment, putting a bag on the desk in front of him. "The Okami ain't dead." He started pulling various knives out of the bag. "Did you use a bamboo dagger? Blessed by a Shinto priest? Did you stab it seven times?" From the expression on Bobby's face, Rufus hadn't. "It's seven!" Apparently, Rufus was in the mood to argue. "Well, clearly it's seven times. The damn hole is empty. What was it feeding on when you found it?" Bobby's face went pale. "Shit." He wasted no time running out the door.
Evie ran after him. "What's going on? Where are we going?"
Bobby looked determined. "The Okami's gonna go after Marcy. We gotta stop it."
"How are we gonna do that?" She shook her head. "We ain't got bamboo daggers."
"I'll figure something out. I'll handle the Okami, you stay with Marcy. Keep her safe."
They made it to Marcy's house and busted through the door.
Marcy screamed. Then she noticed them. "Bobby? Evie?"
"Where's your bedroom?" Bobby asked, sounding out of breath.
Marcy pointed the way, still in shock, and Bobby ran down the hall. Evie followed carefully with Marcy. Bobby pushed the door open and checked under the bed. They walked in while he continued searching the room.
Marcy looked terrified. "Bobby, I'm trying to keep my cool, but what are you doing in my house with a shotgun?"
Bobby stopped searching and looked at Marcy. "Have you seen anything… weird."
"Marcy raised her eyebrows. "You mean besides you?" Her eyes wandered up to the ceiling and she gasped.
Bobby follows her gaze to the corner behind him and the Okami pounces on him. It wrestles with him and tosses him out the window. It turns to Marcy and Evie, who pulls Marcy out of the room and shuts the door.
She tries to get Marcy to hide in the bathroom and lock herself in, but Marcy wouldn't listen and ran outside, just as the Okami tries to push Bobby inside the wood chipper. "Bobby, no, look out!" Marcy screams.
Just then, Bobby knees the Okami, and overpowers it, pushing it into the wood chipper. Blood and guts spray everywhere, hitting Marcy and Evie full on. They stand there, coated in gore, both feeling fairly disgusted. Marcy looked like she was going to vomit.
Bobby stares at them. "I, uh, thought your chipper was broke."
"I just said that to get you over here."
"Oh." Bobby paused. "Well, I guess I could come over for dinner some night. Might be fun."
Marcy shook her head. "I don't think so."
Bobby had an 'it figures' look on his face. "Story of my life."
Seeing that look on his face set Evie off. She scoffed glaring at Marcy. "Oh yeah, you think he's so wonderful when he's just the cranky redneck next door. But when he fucking saves your life…" She shook her head. "What is wrong with you? Come on Dad, let's go home." She gripped his hand and strode off. He followed, looking astonished at her outburst.
They got cleaned up as soon as they got home. She spent the next hour still fuming. God, she hated people sometimes. She only calmed down after Bobby came in with tea and they curled up next to each other on the couch.
He smiled at her. "One thing I've learned in this business. The people you save never thank you for it. Some don't even seem to notice. It doesn't bother me anymore. I don't let it." He gestured for her to lean against him.
The Next Morning
Evie woke up on the couch, to her dad on the phone.
"Woodchopper." Was all she heard.
She snorted. Must be talking to Rufus.
There was a long silence. "Forget it. I figure I still owe you more than you owe me." Anther long pause. "Great. I don't know what that gets me."
Evie wondered what they were talking about now. She looked over at Bobby.
Whatever Rufus had said must have sparked Bobby's interest because he sat up and his tone changed. "Did he now?" He listened for a moment. "Did they fish out his bones?"
She rolled her eyes and huffed. "Crowley. Of course." She mumbled.
"I need that ring." Bobby sounded real excited now. Rufus must have said something because Bobby's voice suddenly sounded irritated. "I'm asking for a ring. And I'd appreciate your… help… in getting' it."
Evie just shook her head. Damn he's persistent. She rolled over, and went back to sleep. It wasn't long before she woke up again.
Bobby was rushing around the room. He looked irritated.
She yawned. "Dad, what's goin' on
He looked over at her startled. "Oh, good. You're up. I gotta go talk to the sheriff. Be back soon"
She sat up, scratching her shoulder. "We gotta talk to Jody? Ok, I'm coming with. We're takin' the Jeep though." She had fallen asleep in her jeans and a sweater so all she had to do was slip on some shoes. She stumbled out the door after Bobby. As they took off in the Jeep, Evie noticed that Bobby looked kind of upset. "Dad, what's wrong?"
He shook his head. "Just had an argument with the boys." He didn't explain any further.
Evie felt it would be wise not to push. "So, what do we need Jody for?"
Rufus has something we need for leverage against Crowley. His son's ring. We can summon him and trade Crowley his son for my soul."
Evie nodded, trying not to smile. "Ah. Hostage situation. Nice."
Bobby shot her a confused look.
She shrugged. "It's a smart plan."
She sat in the Jeep while Bobby talked to Jody. It didn't take long before they were back at the house. Bobby called Sam and Dean and asked them to go to Scotland. He explained why and they agreed to head out the next evening.
Evie spent the next day reading up of some of the easier spells her mother had written down, most of which were in Haitian Creole. She was trying to summon things to her. Crowley had told her many times before that she was powerful enough to do much more than that, but she had a hard time believing him. She sighed noticed a small grey book on a shelf. It was only five feet away from her. She focused on it and moved her fingers in a 'come here' motion. "Deplase."
The book twitched, and fell off into the floor. Evie groaned as she put her hands over her face. "Damn it." She tried again. "Deplase" It didn't even twitch. After many more failed attempts, she got up and left the room.
Around 7 o'clock Jody showed up with Rufus. Bobby boiled the ring to clean it and Rufus left. Bobby and Evie went downstairs and set up the ritual to summon Crowley's son.
Bobby poured salt in a circle around the ritual. "Amate spiritus oscorte tae quadaramos aramos nobiscume quarde ahpule nos chikitara."
Their breath became visible as the temperature plummeted. They turned around to see a confused looking dark-haired man.
"Gavin MacLeod?" Bobby asked.
The man looked around. "Yes. Is- Is this Hell?"
"That's gonna depend on you." Bobby stated.
Evie wondered what exactly Bobby would do to the confused spirit if it didn't cooperate.
Gavin stared at Bobby.
Bobby glared at the spirit. "You Fergus MacLeod's boy?"
Gavin nodded.
Bobby looked triumphant. "You and me… we're gonna have a nice, long chat."
They conversed almost two hours, Gavin telling them everything they needed to know. Evie was relieved when she and Bobby finally went back upstairs. Bobby planned to release him after he got his soul back. Evie wished Crowley had already given it back. This was getting tedious.
The next evening Dean called. They had found and dug up Fergus' grave.
Bobby performed another summoning ritual, this time for Crowley.
He immediately appeared, and looked very annoyed.
Bobby scoffed. "Well, you look like hammered crap." To be fair, Crowley was a bit disheveled.
"And you're a vision as always."
Bobby and Crowley stared at each other for a bit. Then Crowley looked up at the devil's trap on the ceiling and rolled his eyes. "Don't we all know how this game ends? Really Bobby, you gotta know when to fold 'em."
Bobby was unperturbed. "Word on the street that ever since Lucifer went to the pokey, you're the big kahuna downstairs."
"I see you've been reading the trades."
"Trouble in paradise?" Bobby asked, sounding bored.
"Mate, you… have no idea." Crowley got a glass and poured himself a drink. "I thought… when I got the corner office…" Crowley dropped in an antacid. "I thought it was going to be rainbows and two headed puppies." He turned to look at Bobby. "But, if I'm being honest, it's been hell." He drained his glass in one go.
"I thought that was the point."
Crowley put his glass down. "You know what the problem with demons is?"
"They're demons."
"Exactly. Evil lying prats. The whole lot of them. And stupid Try to show them a- a new way, a better way. And what do you get? Bugger all. You know, there's days that I think Lucifer's whole 'spike everything with black eyes' plan wasn't half bad." He paused. "Hmm. Feels good to get it off my chest. We should make this a thing."
"Do I look like Dr. Phil to you?" Bobby's voice dripped sarcasm.
"A little."
Bobby gave Crowley a dirty look.
Crowley seemed not to notice. "Anyhoo. Obviously not here for a social call. So on with it."
"I want-"
Crowley interrupted putting up his hand. "Save you the recap. In fact, I'll do the short hand for you." He pointed at Bobby and spoke in a mock Southern accent. "I want ma soul back, idjit."
Evie snickered.
Crowley pointed back at himself. "'Fraid not." He pointed back at Bobby. "But I'm surly and I got a beard. Gimmie!"
Evie couldn't help it. She burst out laughing, startling the two men.
They stared at her in disbelief.
"Sorry." Evie choked out. "Carry on."
Crowley looked at Bobby. "The bottom line is, you get bubkes. Are we done?"
Bobby smirked "Just getting started." He looked to his left as Gavin appeared.
Crowley looked startled. He looked back and forth between Gavin, Evie, and Bobby. "Gavin?"
Gavin stared at Crowley.
Crowley looked tearful. "Is that you? It- it's been so long. I love you so-" Crowley drops the act and laughs. "Sorry." He looked at Bobby. "Your soul for my boy, is that it? I've got to give you credit for thinking outside the box on that one, but… problem is… I loathe the little bastard. You want to torture him, just let me pull up a chair and watch. Hell, burn his bones and send him down to me and we can have a family reunion. That right, son? You picked the wrong bargaining chip this time, my friend."
"He ain't a chip."
Crowley looked confused.
Bobby looked rather smug. "I was just using him to dig up dirt on you. And since Gavin hates you maybe even more that you hate him, he was more than happy to squawk."
This seemed to bother Crowley. He looked at Gavin. "What did you tell him, son?"
Gavin smiled wickedly. "Everything." He flickered away looking satisfied.
Bobby walked toward Crowley. "I know it all now. Fergus. You may be king of dirt bags here, but in life you were nothing but a two-bit tailor who sold his soul in exchange for an extra three inches below the belt.
Crowley tried not to show his discomfort. "Just trying to hit double digits. Admittedly, I was quite drunk at the time…" He glared when Bobby smiled at him. "So, you got a glimpse behind the curtain. And?"
"And… now I know where you're planted." Bobby picked up a cellphone and tosses it at Crowley.
Evie could here Dan's voice from where she stood.
"Hiya Crowley."
"Dean. It's been a long time. We should get together."
"Sure. We'll have to do that when I get back."
"Back?"
"Yeah. Me and Sam, we've gone international. In fact, we're in your neck of the woods."
Crowley looked upset.
"Did you really used to wear a skirt?" Dean mocked.
"A kilt. I had very athletic calves." Crowley retorted. "What' the game?"
"Dominoes. In fact, we just dug yours up"
Crowley looked at Bobby, panic in his eyes. "This is ridiculous. The whole burning bones thing, it's a myth."
"I know an employee of yours who would disagree." Bobby expression was grim.
"That's where she got to." Crowley said quietly.
Bobby scoffed. "You demons. You think you're something special. But you're just spirits. Twisted, perverted, evil spirits. End of the day, you're nothing but ghosts with an ego. We torch your bones, you go up in flames."
They could her a soft clicking sound. "You hear that Crowley?" Dean asked.
Crowley looked down at the phone. "That's me flicking my Bic for you."
Bobby stared at Crowley. "Your bones for my soul. Going once…
They could hear Dean playing with his lighter.
"Going twice…"
Crowley tossed the phone to the ground. "Bollocks."
Crowley raised his hand to reveal the contract on Bobby's skin. He turned his hand over and in a wiping motion, started to erase the contract.
"You can go ahead and leave in the part about my legs.
Crowley rolls his eyes but leaves it. The rest of the contract disappears.
Bobby smirked. Pleasure doin' business with you.
Crowley just glares at him. "Now if you don't mind." He looks up at the trap.
Bobby releases him and he disappears.
Evie shook her head and headed upstairs to bed. Within an hour, she felt Crowley slip in beside her as she drifted off.
A/N: Wow. This turned out to be a long one. Tons of dialogue. I'm kinda glad it's over so we can move forward with the story. Not that I don't like Weekend at Bobby's. I adore that episode. I just have a lot of stuff written for later in the story and want to get there. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review.
