Chapter 9
"What I don't understand, Dean, is if the Demon only wanted one of each kind… Then how did Jake and I both get away?..." He wonders as he was chewing on a bite of pizza.
"Well, they left you for dead… I'm sure they thought it was over… Or maybe Eli could have killed Jake already and that's why you're still alive… You never know with those frigging Demons…" He lies. "Now that Yellow Eyes has Eli, what do you think he's gonna do with her?" He changes the subject.
"I don't know… But whatever it is, we gotta stop it… And fast..."
"Hold on, all right?... You need to get some rest… We got time…"
"No, we don't… It's close now, I can feel it..."
"Sam… Oceans are still not boiling, okay?... Frogs are still not raining from the sky… I said, we've still got time... Let's get you your strength back first…"
"Man, I don't get you… Honestly... Aren't you worry for Eli?..." Sam raising his voice.
"I'm sure she's fine… Bobby would have told me by now… And like you said, the Demon needs her alive since she's the only of her gender left…"
"Yeah, but…"
"ENOUGH!" Dean yells, slamming his bottle of beer on the table.
"Did you at least call Ash to see if there's some activity somewhere?..."
"Hum… About the roadhouse…"
"What about it?"
"We found it burned to the ground… Ash is dead… Probably Ellen… A lot of other hunters too…" He sadly explains.
"Oh God... Demons, you think?"
"Probably… Ash told us he found something… But, his voice sounded like he was totally paranoid... So, he asks us to come along... For safety... When we arrived, the place was a still smoking ruin… So, we know nothing about his findings… "
"Well, come on then… We need to find Bobby and Eli… We need to know what's going on…" He says, wiping his mouth with his napkin and getting his jacket from the chair.
"Stop!... Sam, damn it!... You almost died out there… I mean, what would I have done if ... Can't you just take care of yourself for a little bit, huh?... Just for a little bit…"
"Sorry, but no… I can't do that… Not until we find Eli…"
"No way I can change your mind, huh?"
"No…"
"Okay… Let me call Bobby… Again…"
Surprisingly, Bobby answered the phone after only two ringing. He explains to Dean that he returned home. After having unsuccessfully search all over the woods for days, he came to the conclusion that Eli, Jake and the Demon where already far gone. And he thought he would be best to continue his search with his books and looking for omens.
Dean advises him that he will arrive shortly.
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When Bobby opens his front door, he friezes, stunned, his arms dandling.
"Hey, Bobby…" Sam naturally says.
"Hum… Hey… It's good to see you… So... Alive and kicking…" The old man looks dagger at Dean.
"Well, thanks for patching me up…" Sam petting his shoulder when entering the house.
"Don't mention it…" He stops the elder brother. "You owe me a good and solid explanation, Son…" He whispers.
"Later… Please…" Dean discretely mumbles back at him.
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"Now that Sam's feeling better… We're back in… What did you find out already?... Any leads to locate Eli?..." Dean asks Bobby when they all sit in the kitchen.
"Glad you finally have some concerns about my daughter…" He sarcastically flings. "Well, nevertheless, I found something… But, I'm not sure what the hell it means."
"What is it?" Sam questions.
"As much as we didn't find anything during your disappearance… Suddenly, there are demonic omens everywhere…. Like a frigging tidal wave… Cattle's deaths, lightning storms… You name it... Here, have a look for yourselves…" He opens out a map in front of them. "There are all around the country… Except for one spot… In Southern Wyoming…"
"Wyoming?" Dean says, looking at the circle Bobby had mark around the area.
"That one area's totally clean… Spotless… It's almost as if the Demons are surrounding it…"
"But, you don't know why?"
"No… And at this point my eyes are so blurred that I won't be able to find a whole county on this map I you asked me… Sam, would you take a look at it? Maybe you can see something I couldn't…"
"Yeah, sure…"
"Dean?… I got some more books in the trunk of my car… Help me carried them in, will you?" Bobby making it sounds more like an order than a nice request.
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Outside around the Yard, Bobby walks among the car shells, till he considers that it's far enough of the house. He briskly turns around to face Dean. "You stupid ass! What did you do?" Giving him an earful and taking his by the collar. Dean just looks at him not knowing how to confess what he did. "You made a deal for Sam, didn't you?... How long they've give you?"
"Bobby…"
"HOW LONG!" He yells.
"One year…"
"Damn it, Dean!" He pushes him away.
"That is why we gotta find this Yellow-eyed son of a bitch… That's why I'm gonna kill him myself. I mean, I got nothing to lose now, right?"
"You're sure about that, huh?... Nothing to lose?... I could throttle you here and now just for saying that!…"
"And send me downstairs ahead of schedule?" He tries to joke.
"What is it with you Winchesters, huh? You, your Dad… You're both just itching for throwing yourselves down the pit... Please explain that to me, will you?... I'd like to know if this is something in your genes or something..."
"That's my point… Dad brought me back, Bobby… I'm not even supposed to be here… At least this way, something good can come out of it… Like my life can mean something…"
"What?... And it didn't before?... Have you got that low opinion of yourself?... Are you that screwed in the head?"
"I couldn't let him die, Bobby… I couldn't… He's my brother…" Dean pleads.
"How is your brother gonna feel when he knows you're going to hell?... How did you feel when you knew your Dad went for you, huh?"
"You can't tell him… Do whatever you want to me, but please don't tell him…"
"And my daughter?... Eli, still remember her?... Are you gonna let her in the dark too?... It's the ones who stay that suffer the most, I suppose you already heard that saying, right?..."
"Yeah, that's why we're not gonna tell her either..."
"You..." Bobby raising a hand in the air, like ready to smack him in the face, when suddenly they hear the fence making a metallic creaking sound like someone's scaling it.
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