*I was pretty tired when I wrote this, so bare with me please. Constructive criticism only.*
Bobby was taking hold of his surroundings. So far he hasn't seen a close by police station, not one that could respond as quickly as he would like. The last thing he wanted was an innocent civilian to get caught in the crossfire of whatever was about to happen.
Sioux Falls in itself wasn't a very large city, and now they were in an even remote section of town. Bobby wasn't even sure if they were in the same state or one over. He sure as hell didn't recognize any of the surroundings, so he knows he has never been to this location before. He keeps trying to get his baring's with the location, when Ed spoke up.
"In the back seat is a black bag. It has an extra-large black hoodie, a black mask, black gloves, and a gun. Now what's going to happen, is we are going to get to this convenience store. I want this whole money heist done in one go, and I know for a fact that this place has enough money in two separate safes, to get me what I need. You are going to get dressed in all black, and rob the store. That includes both safes and the cash register being used. Get in, get out, and I am set."
Bobby turned wide eyes at his father.
"At the time we will be there, there will be someone on the cash register, probably innocent customers. I will do it only when they are closed. I won't let anyone else get hurt." Bobby was adamant about his statement.
Ed cracked a grin. "Where the hell did you get your morals from? Those boys making you soft?"
"You don't even SPEAK about those boys! You messed up just by touching them! I'll get you your money, but you are never going to get away with this! The second you put those boys in harm's way, you had a target on your back!"
Ed took a deep breath. "I am getting really sick of you boy! Just get me the damn money and I'll be on my way, is that so difficult? This is why I had to beat you as a damn child. You never listened!"
All Bobby wanted to do at that point was throttle the man before him, but Sam and Dean's faces kept coming to his mind. The scared look on Sam's face, the bullet wound in Dean. No. He had to end this. Even if it meant his father won the battle, Bobby was going to come back with a vengeance and win the war.
"I'll do it. I'll get you your damn money, then I never wanna see your face in these states again ya hear?"
Ed smirked. "Yay a I hear ya." Ed kept his focus on the road ahead. "The store is coming up to the right, so hurry up and put the gear on now. And remember, I need both safes emptied, and the cash register. I want you in, and out. I will drop your ass off somewhere secluded, then I am high tailing it to Mexico."
Bobby started mumbling things under his breath. If doing this mean this boys being safe then so be it. And better he rob the store than his father anyway. Damn drunk couldn't aim a gun to save his life. This way Bobby would make sure that if he absolutely had to fire his gun, he would know to make it for a shoulder shot. Less damage that way.
Bobby had his gear on as they neared the secluded store. Ed spoke up, "Remember, in and out, no funny business, and if you decide to use that gun on me, my friend won't be getting his phone call, and those boys will suffer, ya got it?"
Bobby scowled. "Ya I got it. Just keep the dam car running ya old fool."
Bobby put the black hood on over his head, and checked the hand gun he was handed. He was tempted to shoot the asshole sitting next to him, but damned if Sam and Dean hurt, bleeding, and in the hands of someone expecting a phone call on whether or not to hurt those boys didn't keep haunting his mind. With the last of his resolve, he got the mask, gloves, and gun in place, and headed straight toward the store, which thank goodness only had a couple of cars in front.
Bobby's heart was beating the second he entered that store. The cashier was a young teenage boy reading some type of magazine, while there was another boy girl couple looking for snacks and drinks it seemed. The cashier was the first to see him, and once they made eye contact, Bobby saw the fear, and knew he needed everyone to make it out of this fiasco alive. He raised the gun in the air and acted accordingly.
"Nobody move! This is a hold up!"
The girl and guy couple turned towards his voice. The boy scooted in front of the girl as she rasied both her hands in front of her mouth and let out a tiny scream, while her boyfriend put up a protective stance in front of her. The cashier had dropped his magazine, and had his hands up in a 'surrender' posture.
"Ok kid, I just want the money from BOTH safes, the register, and I'll be on my way. There's no reason for anyone here to get hurt."
No way was Bobby going to shoot anyone, but he needed to scare these kids into acting fast.
The cashier was shaking badly. Bobby knew although he needed to scare him, he also needed the kid to calm the heck down.
"Calm down kid, everything will be alright once I get the money."
The kid looked like he was about to wet himself, but he started to speak.
"I…I…don't…have t..t…the combination…"then the kid swallowed hard.
It hit Bobby what the kid meant. No combination, meant he couldn't get into the safe.
"Balls."
He looked towards the two other still frightened teens in the store, and came up with an idea.
"Alright, everyone to the back of the store where the safes are. Kid, lock these damn doors so no one else comes in."
The cashier took his keys, locked the front doors, turned around the 'sorry we are closed' sign, and took off towards the back of the store with the other two teenage hostages. Once everyone was in the back room, they all waited on Bobby for further instructions.
"Everyone sit over there in the corner. I don't wanna hear a peep from any of ya."
The three kids sat down in the corner. The girl closest to the wall, while the boyfriend and cashier sat in front of her. Bobby was impressed with how these teens were handling the situation. The boyfriend was trying to comfort his crying girlfriend, while the cashier was sitting staring at Bobby waiting for further instructions so no one got hurt. Once he knew they were all going to stay put, he was going to crack these safes.
'Thank goodness for small towns he thought' once Bobby was fairly sure he could just shoot the cheap locks off. He took aim, hoped he would only need one bullet per safe, and took fire.
Back in the car Ed was getting antsy. His son was soft, and he was hoping he wouldn't chicken out on him. 'He should have been out by now.' Ed thought, then his cell phone rang.
"Ya."
"Change of plans. The Older boy escaped, damn near shot my ear off. Long story short, his body's' in your boys salvage yard somewhere, and I got the younger one tied up and drugged in the bed of the truck."
Ed banged his fist against the steering wheel in frustration.
"You god damn fool can't you do one simple thing and keep an eye on a couple of teenage boys without your head being torn to pieces?! Now what the hell am I supposed to do?!"
"Well we still have the younger one in case your kid chickens out."
"I didn't want to bring anyone with me damn it! That means someone will be looking for him!"
There was an uncomfortable silence from his comrade on the other end of the phone. Ed could tell something was wrong.
"Um Ed, there are some other problems here."
"Oh you freaking think so?"
"Well for one, the kid is a minor. And two, he told me his father was a cop. I'm almost positive he was able to get word out to him about what was happenin' before I was able to grab 'im. Someone might be looking for 'im right now, what do I do?"
Ed was at his wits end. He had to high tail it to the border with his money, and he needed to do it NOW, and he couldn't wait! The fact that his partner had royally fucked up the plan of keeping the brats quiet at Bobby's place was a bust. The kid was able to get ahold of the phone, and contact help. That lowered his chances of this succeeding, and he could feel himself getting sicker by the second. He needed that transplant if he was going to survive, and if his friend was heading to Mexico with the kid in tow, the higher the chances someone would catch up with them and he would get caught.
Now he needed a distraction, and he got an idea.
"Change of plan. Head back towards the Carolina's. They won't be expecting us to go that way."
"The plan was to head for the Mexican border…"
"Yeah, but now you had to go and fuck that all up! Call me once you get into the Carolina's and I'll meet up with ya." There was silence on the other end. "Do I make myself clear damn it?! We need to throw them off our trail, lay low, then make a solid brake for Mexico. They won't be expecting it. "
"Yeah, yeah ok I guess you're right. What about the kid?"
"Just find a house to squat in and keep him tied up, hell drugged if ya have too. Just do it!"
Ed angrily hung up the phone and slammed his fist against the dash board. He had to change his plans. If everyone's main concern was for this boy, they would follow the boy. Not Ed. Once he got his money and dumped his son off somewhere deserted, he was going to make an anonymous phone call to the young boy's whereabouts. While they were chasing that lead to the Carolina's, he was taking all the money, and going to the border, all the while his now former friend would be getting arrested and charged with a ton of stuff.
Now if only his idiot son would hurry up.
*A lot of crazy shit has been happening in my life. So I am hoping my life will get back on track!*
*I will finish this story, then finish 'Hero's and Hunters.'*
*Thanks for sticking with me!* xoxo
*Btw, next chapter had John and Dean on the hunt.*