Pain seemed to have surged within her side as she started to slowly wake up. A chill had settled over the mountains and even though she had a blanket over her, it did nothing to the cold. Blaire could easily make out that she was on a bed of some sort, but an uncomfortable one that seemed to have cramped up her back. Even though her eyes were heavy right now, she had to force them open to know what had happened and who was with her.
She was alone in the room by herself. A small lantern was lit on a desk right next to the door but that was it. The room was so old that the dry wall seemed to have been chipping away. She could tell just by looking around at the floor that it wasn't as strong as it once was when there were people living in it.
Blaire grunted as she slowly got up into a sitting position. Her head slowly started to spin and ache but she refused to lay herself down and regain her strength. Her hand went over to her injury and noticed a bandage had covered over it. Blaire couldn't see it, but she definitely felt stitches connecting her skin together.
Suddenly, Bijan's betrayal seemed to ring inside of her memory as she remembered the mountain slide and her fall. She stumbled onto her feet and exited the room; the next room seemed to look like a kitchen. The only problem was no one was in it. Blaire knew for a fact that Dean wouldn't have let Blaire heal unattended, especially after what has happened.
Almost like as if someone had read her thoughts, Blaire picked up on some sounds outside. She listened and noticed that it was Bobby's voice that was just outside of the house.
Blaire went over to the sound of the voice but then slowed to a stop to actually listen in on the old man. Bobby would talk for a short period of time, pause with a moment of silence, and then start talking up once again.
He was on the phone. Blaire's heart sank as she picked up a fragile curtain and looked outside. Bobby was standing alone under the moonlight arguing into his phone. Blaire didn't have to take a wild guess to know that it was Dean that Bobby was arguing with.
Dean had left with Sam to finish the job that Blaire couldn't finish in a long time. Somehow, while Blaire was out, Sam must've found out where the factory was. But if there were people like Bijan ruling the factory, could they all be infected? Blaire let out a gasp but then slightly groaned at the pain in her side.
She had to help out. Blaire couldn't let the Winchester's go alone to the facility. Bijan had probably already beaten them to it and warned everyone there. The Winchester's wouldn't stand a chance on that many demons.
Bobby cursed into his phone as his voice rose louder until it practically echoed off of the mountain. Blaire could feel his frustration bubbling over as she knew at any minute Dean was going to hang up on the old man. She knew that Bobby wouldn't let her go to the facility injured but he would have no choice. They both cared about the Winchester Brothers way too much to seem them injured or dead.
Blaire opened the screen door loudly just as Bobby got off of the phone. He looked up and seemed slightly amazed that she was walking around. Bobby then only gave her a slight nod as she made her way over to him. Bobby took one big hand and clamped it down onto her shoulder as if he knew what was coming.
"I can't convince you not to change your mind, huh?" Bobby asked.
"I have to do something"
"You have a deep cut" Bobby pointed out. "You will only slow them down if you decide to go. Dean will only be thinking about you if he knew that you were going after them"
"Are we in this together or not?" Blaire asked Bobby.
Bobby took in a deep sigh as a sad face crossed over him. She knew that he was only thinking about what was best for Blaire's safety. Only the problem was, granting that she was safe could also mean that Sam and Dean could die. They were too important for the supernatural world to just fall off on the edge of a cliff.
Bobby then slowly smiled, "I'll get my car started. Make sure I have my favorite rifle in the bed of the car, would you?"
Blaire smiled as she made her way over to the car to peek in. She glanced over her shoulder to see Bobby rushing into the abandoned house to collect his belongings. Blaire turned back and gripped onto one of the handguns and relished on the weight. A small smirk formed on her face as she noticed how comfortable and complete she felt just by her fingers forming around and onto familiar spots.
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