Chapter 8

"KNOCK, KNOCK. Wake up sleepy head." Dean squinted into the noon day sun to see Bobby outside banging on the driver's side window

"Hey, Hey, be careful before you scratch something." Dean step out of the car, and started walking back to the house with Bobby.

"We've been looking all over for you, we thought something might have gotten to you."

'If anything came after me you would know it, I won't be going down without a fight."

"You better not be going down at all. Sam is still inside looking up stuff on that computer thing of his, want to go out back and shoot?"

" Why? You think I need practice or something, I could take you any day old man."

"We'll see about that." They made their way around the back side of the house, It faced a wooded area, when both Sam and Dean were younger their father would take them here to practice shooting in case they missed they wouldn't hurt anything.

Dean went and picked up a pistol that was laying on the back porch, Bobby picked up one that matched. They both lined up and emptied their clip into the dummy that faced them, once they were through they made their way to inspect the damage.

" Are you alright boy, your aim is a bit off?"

"What are you talking about? My aim is fine."

"Maybe if you were shooting at the man's shoulder it would be."

" I'm fine Bobby, if everyone would stop insisting I wasn't maybe we could move past this." Dean turned his back to Bobby and made his way to empty another clip into the dummy. As he turned Bobby was right in front of him.

"Boy if you're lying you'll get an ass whooping from both Sam and I." and with that Bobby made his way back up to the house.

I'm sorry this is so short and so late! I'll be posting again this week with school being out for the holidays .

The story is going to start focusing more on what is going on inside Deans head and how he is coping/ Not coping and less on the case for now.

Comments and welcome!