Dean and Sam didn't wait for long as the four of them rolled into the driveway of Bobby Singer. They sprinted into the house….being reckless of course. Callisto and Zelina stayed behind so they could survey their surroundings.
Callisto's nostrils flared.' I can smell blood'Callisto said, taking off into a dead sprint to the house.
'Sometimes your heightened senses creep me out'Zelina said through their link as she followed her sister to the house. They reached the door, and Callisto could hear the sound of a struggle.
It was around nine and the light had gone out…it was almost completely dark. "Cal, I can't see anything, it's too dark," Zelina whispered, "I think it's time for you take your glasses off so we know what's going on," she continued. Callisto let out a sigh of relief; finally, she took off her glasses, letting her metallic silver and blue eyes shine in the night.
'Finally! It feels good to take those damn things off 'Callisto said in their link.
'By the way why the hell did you let Dean think you were blind?!' They opened the door and the noise stopped. They slowly, made their way through the house.
'Because Technically I am blind in the day…you know that, my eyes can't handle too much light', She replied arrogantly.
The silent soon ended. The twins quickly turned to a sound of a loud crash, Callisto thought the sound came from the kitchen? She could feel vibrations on the floor. She grinned; Callisto knew exactly where they were.
"They are all in the kitchen about twenty degrees south of our position," Callisto said putting her glasses back on and charging towards the kitchen. She could smell the foreign scent rolling off the assassins when they came into the kitchen. She 'saw' that there were five of them. A somewhat of a challenge. She slowly smirked. She loved the tension right before a fight.
Two of the assassins charged at the girls. Callisto was fast enough to dodge one, however, at a disadvantage, Zelina wasn't. She was knocked to the ground.
The assassin looked confused when he laid his eyes on Zelina and Callisto, "Z…Cal…? We thought you were dead?" he said bewildered.
"Yeah, and we plan to keep it that way," Zelina yelled throwing him off and began to attack.
Meanwhile, Callisto sent a front kick to her attacker's stomach making him double over in pain. She pulled out a dagger sending it into his throat, causing him to choke on his own blood. She pulled out her knife and shook her head, father should have sent better assassins than these. They weren't even putting up a good fight. She turned her head and saw another advancing on her; she then proceeded to attack the others.
Dean was struggling on the ground with one of the men. He was stupid to rush in right away. Dean threw the guy off and watched as he got right back up, unaffected by his crash and started to charge at him. Dean wasn't able to move for he was up against the wall. But a dagger came flying out of nowhere into the man's neck. Dean quickly looked where it came from and saw Callisto standing there with a smug expression on her face. Dean's face twisted into a confused look. There is no way a blind chick can aim like that.
Shortly afterwards, the fight ended, leaving one assassin left to interrogate. "Let's see if this guy knows anymore than you two did," Dean said looking at the unconscious man on the floor.
"Dean and Sam, go get out guest a chair and you two," Bobby said, out of breath, "See if you can find some rope in the shed, I'll look after him."
All four nodded their heads and headed off in separate directions. Dean and Sam went to find an undamaged chair. There wasn't much to choose from, the majority had been damaged from the fight.
"There is something weird about the blind girl! How can she fight like that if she can't see?" Dean exclaimed going through the rubble that was the dining room.
" Well Dean, typically when a person loses a sense, the other ones are heightened and I'm guessing she's trained hers to the point where she can move pretty freely," Sam told Dean as they finally found a chair. Dean rolled his eyes; his brother was such a dork. Go figure he'd know that. They boys started to head back to the kitchen.
"So, Sammy, planning on getting laid before we leave the girls behind?" Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Dean, I think that they should come with us, I mean, it's obvious they could handle themselves and we could use the help." Sam replied. He readjusted himself so he could get a better grip on the chair.
"No Sam, absolutely not," Dean said, giving Sam his stubborn-I'm-not-going-to-change-my-mine look. Sam let out a frustrated sigh. As the boys walked into the kitchen they saw Bobby was laying on the floor. There was blood on the floor, from the dagger hanging out of Bobby's chest. He looked to be dead. The assassin was nowhere to been seen. Dean's eyes widened, shit.
"Bobby," Sam whispered as he rushed to Bobby's side. Attempting to wake him up by shaking his shoulder lightly. Bobby didn't even stir.
"What happened?" Sam and Dean looked up to see Zelina and Callisto carrying in the rope.
"It seems our assassin friend woke up long enough to attack Bobby, leaving him for dead," Dean spat.
Callisto looked at the body quizzically. She knelt next to his body and began to examine it. "He's not dead moron the dagger missed his heart. Which means the assassin was in too much of a hurry to actually aim, and by the looks of it missed his organs. Zelina will patch him up. He's only unconscious because his head hit the floor when he fell," Callisto said.
Zelina nodded and bent down to what seemed to be the lifeless form of Bobby. She examined the cut carefully, trying to decide the best course of action to heal Bobby. It was a deep cut, but like Callisto said, it missed major organs. A couple of stitches should be sufficed.
"Cal," she said bending strait up, "Go get my equipment from the car. Sam and Dean carefully lay Bobby on the table in the dining room." The nodded their heads.
Callisto took off immediately, but stopped short of the door, "Do you trust us now? " She asked smugly before turning her back on them and going out of sight. Sam sent a pleading look to Dean before they made their way to Bobby. Dean knelt by the head as Sam took the feet.
"Careful!" Zelina warned. Dean rolled his eyes, and the two boys exhaled deeply before picking Bobby up. Luckily, they were very careful, and they gently set Bobby down on the dining room table. They back off when Zelina entered.
Bobby's breaths were deep and slow. She shook her head and took his pulse. She shook her head again, his pulse was also slow. "I need a drink," Dean muttered, and he scurried off into the kitchen.
"So you think that you'll be able to save him?" Sam asked, with some hope in his voice. He approached the table and stood next to Zelina.
"I'm pretty sure I can, but I can't guarantee anything yet. " She glanced over to Sam, whose eyes were down towards his feet, and he was biting his lip. "You really care for Bobby don't you?" she asked quietly.
"He's all we got," he responded almost inaudibly. Zelina carefully took his hand in hers and smiled.
"It's going to be ok." Dean appeared back through the door, and Zelina let go of Sam's hand. Dean didn't seem to notice. He was examining a bottle of tequila. He held the full bottle up above his head. Callisto also appeared in the hall way, with two big bags that were full of Zelina's medical equipment.
Callisto saw the bottle of tequila. "Oh good…I need some of that." She set the bags down and walked over to Dean. She reached her hand out, but Dean pulled the bottle away.
"Don't think so, missy. Nobody can drink this. Besides…you couldn't even hold it in."
Callisto laughed and took another step towards Dean. Zelina rolled her eyes and started looking through the bag. "Oh please, I can out drink any guy, any time, any place."
"Is that a challenge?" Dean taunted, cocking an eyebrow.
"Kitchen, now," she demanded. Dean grinned and walked into the kitchen with the bottle of scotch in his hands.
"Go figure my sister challenged Dean." Zelina said. She opened the bags and started rummaging through it. She needed several things, and they weren't the easiest things to find. Everything seemed to spill out, so it took a few minutes to find everything that Zelina needed.
"You know how to do this right?" Sam asked, with uncertainty in his voice.
"Yes of course!" she scoffed, putting on rubber gloves. She heard Callisto yell something in the kitchen, but couldn't make out what she had said. She hoped her sister was not being irrational.
Sam intently watched as Zelina went through and cleaned Bobby's cut. She took her time, for she didn't want to agitate the cut any more than it was. She tried to focus on Bobby, but she couldn't, not with Sam standing right next to her. Not with him standing so close, that she could feel his breath. Nevertheless, she worked on Bobby.
Callisto, nor Dean came back for the forty-five minutes that Zelina worked on Bobby. It was easier than she thought, Bobby still had not yet woken up, and that concerned her. Once she was done, Zelina began cleaning up. She took off her gloves and reached for the trash from the bandages.
"Here let me help," Sam offered. He stuck out his hand and also reached for the bandages. Their hands ended up going at the same time, resulting in their fingers brushing. Zelina felt something stir in her stomach at his touch, but she quickly pulled away, as did Sam. "Sorry," he mumbled.
Callisto and Dean stumbled through the door way. Both were glaring, yet smiling. Dean swallowed whatever was in his mouth and held up the empty scotch bottle. "We are out…of tequila…there is no more booze…Cal and I are heading to the bar because we are still tied…you…person….watch over Bobby." He dropped the bottle from where he held it, causing it to break. Callisto giggled and let out a hiccup.
Zelina glanced at Sam who just rolled his eyes, and continued to put stuff away. Callisto…this isn't a good idea.
"Of course it's a good idea!" Callisto shouted, not bothering to talk in their link. Zelina raised her eyebrows, and she quickly looked in Sam's direction to see if he heard anything. Luckily, it didn't seem like he did.
"We…are…out," Dean said, throwing his arm around Callisto and together they stumbled out of the house. Great.
