AUTHORS NOTE: Hey People! This chapter is dedicated to spnrocks2005 for being awesome!
P.S. Remember that I will misspell things when Dean is talking verbally to show his deaf accent so misspelling are not mistakes.
P.S.S. I know nothing about pool so if I get terms wrong please forgive me.
"Words"= normal talking.
++Words++= sign language
"++Words++"=Signing and talking.
Words= thoughts
Words=something written on paper
Chapter 10. Back to Normal? Bobby's Pov.
It's been two months since John and Sam left and finally things have gone back to normal. John made Dean question his choices of wanting to stay deaf, made him feel imperfect. In the four years I have known Dean he has always been proud of being deaf, seeing it as an advantage, but John was able to crush his self worth in a matter of a couple days. He tried to hide his feelings behind walls, but he's always had trouble lying to me. It took a little while, but I was finally able to convince him that he is perfect the way he is and what other people say about it doesn't matter.
"++God tha was awesome!++" Dean exclaims as we walk into the bar, happy that we had a successful hunt.
"++I know, you did good son++" I squeeze his shoulder gently then push him towards the tables. "++Grab a table, I'll get the beers++" he signs a quick 'ok' then goes to find a table in the back corner. This bar is mostly filled with bikers playing pool and the occasional biker chick hanging on some guys shoulder.
"What can I get for you?" The bartender asks, wiping a shot glass clean.
"Two beers please." He nods, grabbing them from under the counter and handing them to me. I turn around and walk towards Dean, thinking about the hunt.
We went to Denver Colorado, being told that people were being mysteriously killed and there was no found connection. We didn't know what it could have been, and for a while we were both stumped. It took two weeks before Dean found the connection between all of the victims and what was killing them; an angry ghost that killed anyone who was went to catholic confessional. After we found out who the ghost was it was an easy salt and burn.
"Tanks" Dean says as he accepts the beer from my hand, twisting the top off and taking a generous sip. I take a sip of my own beer then set the bottle down on the table.
++How did you find those connections again?++ I ask, and Dean smiles.
++Every single one of the victims had a catholic symbol in their houses.++ I shake my head and laugh, only Dean could find something like that.
++Well you did good, I'm proud of you son++ his smile brightens, and he looks over to the pools tables. He chugs half of his beer then slams it onto the table.
++Want to play?++ he asks, gesturing to the open table behind him. I nod and stand up, taking my beer in one hand and slapping him on the back with the other. As we walk to the table I notice that some of the other bikers look at Dean while he grabs the cues; they must have noticed the sign language. I make eye contact with one of them and shake my head.
"Dad?" I look over to Dean, holding a cue out for me and giving me a questioning look. "Eveything k?" I give him a small smile, grabbing the cue from his extended hand.
"++Yes++" I sign with one hand. I walk over to the pool table and set my cue down. ++You can break first++ He nods and prepares the pool balls.
As we play I watch Dean closely, seeing that he notices the people staring at him. He ignores them for the most part but when he notices someone staring for too long he waves to them and gives them his best shit eating grin. Eventually one of the other bikers comes over to challenge Dean to a game seeing that he beat me three times in a row, and Dean gives him his cocky grin while handing him his cue.
"God man, where did you learn to play like that?" The biker named Neil asks, amazed that a deaf man could beat him two times in a row and is on the road to a third time. Dean looks at him with slight confusion, having a hard time reading his lips with the beard. He looks at me to translate.
"Taugh mysef" Dean replies as he dunks three balls into the sockets. He walks over to the opposite corner of the table and dunks two more. I laugh at the guys surprised face, but am silenced by my phone vibrating.
"Dean" I tap the pool table to get his attention. "I'll be right back, someone's calling me." He nods and gives me a look of fake seriousness.
++Don't worry, I wont rob this poor man of all his money++ I bark a laugh as I exit the bar, grabbing my cell phone from my pocket and looking at the number.
"Hello?"
"Bobby it's Sam." There's something off in his voice.
"Sam what's going on?" he sighs.
"I need your guy's help." I close the door behind me and walk away from the door.
"I need to ask Dean if…" Sam cuts me off.
"Bobby, my dad is missing." I stop in my tracks, John has never gone missing before.
"What happened?"
"I don't know, one minute he's in the library the next he's gone." I pinch the bridge of my nose; I am so angry at John right now but I cant help but worry about him.
"How long has he been gone?"
"About a week, I think it might be the demon." I look through one of the windows to see Dean laughing, clearly having a great time. "Please Bobby, you and Dean are the only people that can help me."
"Where are you?" I ask after a minute of silence.
"Chicago."
"Drive to my place, we're in Denver right now so we'll meet each other half way. When you get there we'll talk about a game plan." I can imagine the look of relief on his face.
"Ok that sounds like a plan, thanks Bobby."
"You're welcome Sam." Just as I am about to hang up Sam quickly says Bobby. "What?"
"I'm sorry for how we treated Dean." I sigh, turning away from the window and looking out into the parking lot.
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to." I hang up the phone and walk back inside, seeing that Dean isn't playing pool anymore. ++What's going on?++ He finishes his beer and looks at me.
++He lost three hundred bucks++ he signs, then shows me a wad of cash. I roll my eyes and sit down across from him. ++Who called?++ I sigh.
++Sam, he needs our help++ The happy expression o his face darkens instantly.
++Why would John need my help?++
++John's missing and Sam wants our help++ he looks down at his ring on his right hand and thinks. I can tell that he's contemplating helping Sam, but I know he's too mad at John to ever help the bastard. Several minutes later he looks up at me and stands from the table.
"++Le go++" I nod and stand up, going over to the bar to pay for our drinks and following Dean out.
"++So you're ok with this?++" I ask once we get into the car.
++We're helping Sam, not John++ I start the engine and switch from park to drive. I look over to him one more time and give him a small smile. He returns it quickly then looks out the window. I drive out of the parking lot and onto the road, leaving our peaceful life and heading to Winchester hell.
John ass Winchester here we come.
END OF CHAPTER 10! What do ya'll think? Like it? Hate it? Please let me know people!