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With the news of Rufus' death when I'd returned to the motel, Dean had forgotten all about scolding me. No one really spoke that morning either. Dean ran out to grab breakfast for everyone, Bobby wouldn't take his eyes from the TV or the beer from his lips, despite it being only ten in the morning. Eventually Sam pulled me away and into our motel room so he could clean the bite on my neck and re-bandage it for me. I had done a very sloppy job a few hours ago in Beth's car.

The peroxide stung as Sam dabbed it on with a cotton ball, a look of pure concentration on his face. My eyes kept tracing the lines between his furrowed brows to distract me from the sting.

"What happened?" Sam finally asked, his eyes still focused on the bite.

With everything that had happened while I was gone, I hadn't had a chance to tell the three of them about our vampire hunt gone bad and how I'd got bitten. Not that it was too big of a deal, a vampire bite didn't turn you into a vampire after all.

I shrugged, causing Sam to look up from my neck and give me a stern look that clearly said 'stop moving'.

"They took us by surprise. Beth only thought there were three, but there had been six."

Sam frowned deeply as he finished bandaging my neck. He stepped back and pulled me off the counter of the motel bathroom.

"They kept mentioning someone named Eve," I added.

"Eve?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I don't know if she was a vampire or what, but they said she knew who I was."

It was evident in his face that he didn't like that. "So what happened then?"

"Knocked me out and they easily overpowered Beth. Tied us both up. Then this stupid vampire bit me," I said, indicating the bandage, "and I called for Cas."

"He came?" Sam asked, sounding a little surprised.

Thinking back on it now, I was somewhat surprised he had come to our rescue too. Sam and Dean were more important than me, I had always been made aware of that.

"Weird thing was, one of the vampires mentioned Eve's name to Castiel and he seemed to recognize it. Before he killed the last vampire Castiel told him that Eve couldn't have me."

Sam had a look on his face that was a mixture of worry and confusion. "Did you ask Cas about who she is?"

"Of course. And, as you can probably imagine, he didn't say anything. Just that we're going to find out."

The door burst open abruptly, causing the two of us to whip our head in the direction. Dean stood there with a somber look on his face.

"I thought you might like some doughnuts, Cali," Dean said, setting the white box down on the little table along with a few coffees.

"Bobby not hungry?" I asked.

Dean grunted an affirmative response before grabbing a doughnut and tossing himself into one of the chairs. His eyes caught my bandage and he quirked a brow at me.

"What happened?" he asked, mouth full of doughnut.

I explained to him what I'd just told Sam, and he too had a look of confusion and worry on his face.

"Why do we never get a break?" Dean complained, biting into another doughnut.

The three of us stood awkwardly in the doorframe of Bobby's kitchen, staring at him from across the living room as he sat at his desk in his study.

I exchanged a look with Sam before Dean nudged me.

"Say something," Dean whispered to me.

I glanced back over at Bobby who was opening another bottle of alcohol only to find it empty. Roughly he set it back down on his desk and unscrewed another bottle, only to realize that that one too was empty.

"You say something," I whispered back to Dean.

"No!" Dean glanced over to his brother who was standing on my other side. "Say something, Sammy."

Sam pulled a face before shaking his head, eyeing Bobby.

Simultaneously we all silently outstretched our hands and met them in the middle in front of me. A matter like this was best settled with rock, paper, scissors.

Sam ended up losing, causing Dean and I to exchange smug looks.

Reluctantly Sam cleared his throat. "Hey, uh-"

Bobby cut him off instantly, not even looking up from the research he was doing. Recently we had found out that this Eve wasn't a vampire but 'Big momma' as Dean kept referring to her.

"You three going to stand there like the ugly girl at the prom or are you gonna pitch in?"

The three of us fidgeted awkwardly in the doorframe.

"This so called Eve or mother or whatever ain't gonna gank herself," Bobby finished. He glanced up from his book and drained the alcohol in his glass as he watched us for a moment. "What's wrong with you three?"

"Bobby, you haven't slept in days," Dean pointed out.

"I sleep," Bobby said, brushing off the comment.

"I'm just saying, maybe taking a break could be a good thing," Dean explained.

"For whom?" Bobby asked sarcastically, his attention returning to his books.

Sam cleared his throat again. "Bobby, it was…it was tough for all of us."

I nodded my head as Bobby looked up at us once more.

"Seeing Rufus go like that," Sam added on as he misread the look on his face.

"You think this is…" his voice trailed off for a moment, "this ain't about Rufus."

"Bobby, he wasn't just a poker buddy," Dean said, speaking up again.

I was beginning to feel like maybe bringing up Rufus had been a bad idea.

"You know when I knew Rufus was done for? The day I met him. The only question was who first, him or me? Now, do you wanna stand there and therapize, or do you wanna get me some coffee?" He glanced down at his books for the third time before adding on, "Make it Irish."

The three of us spun around and headed into the kitchen.

"He seems…well," I said.

"Fantastic," Dean added.

"Yeah, this isn't about Rufus at all," Sam said sarcastically.

I began working on making Bobby some coffee, listening vaguely to the boys discuss what to do with Bobby.

"We could get him out of the house," Sam suggested, pulling a newspaper clipping out of his pocket.

"How long you been carrying that one for?" I teased him slightly.

Dean chuckled before taking the clipping and looking at it.

"Three people are ganked off in the last week," Sam explained, "all freaky. Last guy was karate chopped by his garage door."

"Maybe it's just coincidence?" I said, watching the coffee maker.

"They're all blood relatives," Sam answered.

"Family curse?" Dean asked.

"Could be," Sam responded.

I glanced over as I noticed Bobby getting up from his desk in the other room. He trudged his way over to the kitchen and Dean turned around, running right into him.

"Hey grumpy, you-"

"I don't wanna do crap," Bobby cut him off. "Leave me alone."

I handed Bobby a fresh mug of coffee which he took eagerly.

"Just get out of my house, the three of you idjiots, you're driving me nuts."

"Bobby-" Dean called after him.

He spun around on his heel. "Now."

Bobby retreated back to his desk and the three of us once again stood there awkwardly exchanging glances. Dean handed Sam the newspaper clipping back and I shrugged.

"Let's go then?" I asked hesitantly.

We grabbed our things and headed out towards the car. We didn't waste time tossing our things into the back and rushing off.