A/N: So, so, SOOOO sorry it's been forever. My computer's been on the fritz so I haven't had a way to update! I promise the next chapter is on it's way! As always, enjoy!

Chapter 29: Over the Hills and Far Away

Every minute felt like an hour as the Impala flew down the highway. Savannah hadn't slowed down one bit since Bobby's friend had called with what sounded like major demonic signs. Mass possessions, electrical storms, the works. Bobby gave her another uneasy look at the speedometer crept past 95.

"You mind slowin' down there, speed racer?" He asked, grimacing as Savannah floored it past a minivan toting two very bored looking teenagers.

"The sooner we get there, the sooner we can find them." She said, her eyes unwavering on the road ahead of her. Bobby was probably regretting letting her drive.

"That's if we don't flip the damn car first." He muttered and Savannah heard a touch of uneasiness in his voice. Savannah smirked as she noticed his firm grasp on the door handle. She watched the lines on the road as they blurred together, wondering just how much longer it would be before everything was okay again. Before her family, or what fragments were left of it, was together again. Before she could finally breathe again. It had only been 4 days since Sam and Dean had been ripped violently from her, but it felt like a lifetime.

"Take the next left." Bobby announced as the sailed past the sign displaying "Tickfaw City Limits". Savannah did as directed, turning down a dirt road she almost didn't see. She cringed, mentally promising to wash and wax the Impala next time she had the chance. They followed it in uneasy silence for a few minutes before Savannah shifted her glance towards Bobby.

"So who is this guy anyways?" She saw a smile pull at the edge of Bobby's lips.

"Bill is a buddy of mine from way back when. Helped him take out a pretty nasty vamp nest. Haven't seen him in years." She smiled as Bobby's eyes clouded with memories she almost didn't want to ask about. She couldn't imagine looking back on hunting with fondness. Most of the time she was sleep deprived, hung over and constantly looking over her shoulder for the monsters that seemed to be lining up for them these days.

She knew this wasn't the life her father had wanted, he'd told her that thousands of times. He wanted better for her. He wanted her to go to school and get a boring job in accounting or management. She was supposed to settle down and have kids. Her father wanted her to be happy, but most of all to be safe. But safe was never in the list of Savannah's distinguishing traits. It wasn't in her blood to sit around and life the norm. She was practically born with hunting in her blood and sometimes she swore she only loved it so much because it made her feel closer to her father.

"This is it." Bobby said, pointing to a run down shack tucked into a nestle of trees. Savannah pulled up next to a run down pickup and killed the engine. She inhaled, trying to ward off the impatience that was brimming in her. A crooked man shuffled out, a coffee cup of something Savannah suspected wasn't really coffee in his hand. Bobby hopped out of the car with an air of boyish excitement.

"Bill! How the hell are ya?" He said, cracking a smile Savannah hadn't seen in quite some time. She eased out of the car behind him and waited quietly while they exchanged the usual smartassery that comes with seeing an old friend. She drank up the peacefulness of the forest around her, listening to the birds as they sang away happily in the trees. If they ever settled down, the woods wouldn't be such a bad place, she thought as she heard her name.

"Bill, this is Vannie. Adam Miller's daughter." He introduced her and Savannah swore she caught a hint of pride on his face. Bill adjusted his coke bottle glasses as he took her in for a second.

"I'm so sorry about your dad. He was a damn good hunter." Bill said sadly as he shook her hand. Savannah smiled and gave the usual thanks. She'd heard that line more than she cared for, but it always made her proud regardless.

"Come in, come in!" Bill said with a wave of his hand. Savannah followed Bobby into the house, taking in the clutter of a man who spent too much time alone. The walls were covered in maps, notes scribbled haphazardly on top of each other. There were books, scraps of paper, pictures of monsters straight out of your worst nightmares. Shoved in a corner was a bin of journals she was sure were full of ramblings from a hunter who had seen too much to stay sane. Bill shuffled papers around, making room on his beat up couch that doubled as a bed most nights from the looks of it.

"When you called, I was already tracking some weird stuff around Baton Rouge." He told them, pulling out a map marked in red marker. He pointed to just south of the city, where most of the marks were.

"This is where the most activity has been. I'm talking 10 possessions a day, missing persons cases have skyrocketed in the last month. I mean from one or two a year to 15 in the last 2 weeks." He spouted, taking another sip from his mystery cup.

"You said something about electrical storms?" Bobby said, as Bill disappeared into the kitchen.

"Hail, lightening, we've had trees completely uprooted from the ground." Bill informed them as he reappeared, handing them both a beer. Savannah took a sip, noting the distinct taste of holy water. She resisted a smile at the trick Bobby was known for.

"Can you pinpoint it? Where it's all happening?" Savannah asked, taking another sip of her beer. Bill pointed to the map with a gnarled finger.

"Route 991. There's plenty of abandoned farms along this stretch. Seems that's where they are." He said as Savannah gave Bobby an impatient look.

"Then what the hell are we waiting for?" She exclaimed, hopping from the worn couch.

"Just wait a minute here, Van. These aren't just any monsters we're dealing with here. These are class A demons." Bobby objected, laying a hand on her shoulder.

"I know. Which is why we should gank those sorry assholes and get my boys back!" She said, excitement clouding her judgment. She didn't understand why Bobby was so hesitant. He loved Sam and Dean too and now he wanted to just wait around some more? They didn't have time to be debating this.

"Listen, I know you're rearin' to go, but do you think we're really just gonna waltz in without a hitch? They'll be expecting us. Hell, they're probably counting on it." Bobby reasoned gently. Savannah looked at the man who had practically raised her.

"We don't have time for a plan Bobby! They're running out of time here!" She argued with him.

"The last time we ran in gun blazing everything went to hell. I'm not about to lose you too!" He hollered, making any anger Savannah had disappear. It was clear to her now that Bobby wasn't worried about the demons. He was worried about her. He was already two kids down and the third was about to go running right into what he'd been trying to protect them from. It hadn't occurred to her up until now that Bobby Singer could be scared. She had seen a lot of emotions in his face, but fear had never been one of them. Until now.

"There's got to be a better way then this, Van." Bobby sighed, shifting the beat up hat on his head.

"Azazel is powerful. He knows you'll come for them. You have to see that, Savannah. I know Adam didn't raise an idiot." Bill chimed in. Savannah sat back down, taking her head in her hands. She stared at the stained carpet, searching her brain for a way to get to Sam and Dean. She heard Bobby and Bill make their way outside, no doubt giving her time to calm her nerves. Her rattled brain flashed pictures of the boys, stretched out while Azazel tore into their skin. She closed her eyes, wiping a tear that was falling down her nose. She sniffled, wiping her nose on her sleeve. Come hell or high water, she was getting her boys back. She would fight for the one thing in her life that was worth fighting for, worth dying for.

She watched Bill and Bobby through the window before going out to join them. Bobby's face rang with laughter as he swapped stories with Bill about the good old days. She leaned on the Impala, draining the last of her beer. She already knew Bobby's reaction to her next few words.

"Use me as bait." She said firmly, watching the shock flash through Bobby's eyes.

"Excuse me?" He asked, any trace of joy had vanished.

"Use me as bait. You said yourself they'll expect me to come. But they won't expect you." She pointed out, holding her breath for the explosion she knew was coming.

"Are you stupid?! You expect me to just let you stroll into a demonic free-for-all and be okay with it?" He burst angrily. She watched Bill scuttle into the house, knowing better then to get involved in this battle of wills.

"What other plan do we have Bobby? We're running out of time. It's the only plan I can think of unless you've got a better one?" She argued as her phone rang to life. She looked at her phone angrily before flipping it open. She sure as hell wasn't finished with Bobby.

"Hello?" She snapped, wondering who the hell was interrupting their argument.

"Savannah?" The voice on the other end stopped her dead in her tracks.

"It's me, Van. It's Dean."