Chapter 36

I sat in the car next to Dean as he drove behind John's truck. Dean remained silent as the miles passed. I stared out of the window and thought that the night was an interesting time. Dean turned on the radio. I saw that his tastes in music had not changed. I smiled at that.

"What did you say to my dad?" Dean asked.

"I told him that he had to let Sam go," I answered.

"Yeah? That's not likely to happen," Dean observed.

"Your father loves the both of you," I said.

Dean remained silent. I sat up in the seat and looked at him.

"Dean?" I tried to get a response.

"I'm driving," he said.

I glared at him for a moment, "Don't make me do what I keep threatening to do to your father."

"You won't," Dean replied.

"Oh?" I challenged.

"You love me too much," Dean shrugged, "it's kind of the whole 'mom' thing you got going on."

"Oh really?" I denied.

Dean stole a glance at me, "You can keep denying it, but it's the truth."

I chose to remain silent at that point.

John pulled off the road and Dean followed suit. I wondered where we were headed and then I noticed the junkyard. We were at Bobby's. I got out of the car and saw the dog. I frowned for a moment and wondered what Bobby was doing with a dog. It was a Rottweiler. Bobby came out of the door, with a shotgun in hand. I frowned.

"Dean?" I was a bit nervous.

"It's okay," Dean said. "You haven't been around lately."
"But Bobby has a shotgun," I remarked.

"Yes," Dean agreed.

I stayed where I was and watched what would happen next. I wasn't sure what had happened since the last time I saw Bobby, but I was now very much afraid for his mental health.

"Kelsey!" Bobby called to me.

I snapped to attention and walked toward him.

"Bobby," I smiled at him.

Bobby handed the shotgun to John and bounded over to me, catching me up in his arms. I returned the hug and continued smiling.

"What's wrong?" Bobby frowned.

"Um, Bobby, what's with the shotgun?" I was worried.

He chuckled.

I didn't find it amusing that he was waving around a shotgun but John and Dean joined in the laughter.

I stepped back from Bobby and surveyed the junkyard. I noted that the dog was not making any movement.

"Is the dog all right Bobby?" I asked.

"Who? Rumsfeld?" Bobby glanced over at the dog.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Oh don't worry about Rumsfeld, everything's fine. Would be barking up a storm if something evil were to come this way," Bobby stated.

"Where did you get the idea?" I wanted to know.

"Actually the dog came from Rick," Bobby grinned.

I opened my mouth and then closed it. I frowned at him for a moment, and then I glared at John. Bobby moved out of my way.

John started as he realized that I was staring at him. He looked around him and Dean erupted in laughter.

"Dad?" Dean grabbed his shoulder.

"She's going to hit me this time," John tried ducking behind Dean.

Bobby moved away, "John, she's certainly threatened you enough times with a shovel."

"I'm not going to use a shovel," I smiled sweetly.

"Now, come on, Kelsey," John pleaded. "It was some time ago."

"You've seen Richard?" I demanded.

"Well, yes," Bobby frowned.

"When?" I asked

"Well he called the other day," Bobby looked perplexed.

I growled softly at John.

John pulled Dean even more firmly in front of him. Dean's hands went up in the air.

"Uh, Dad, I don't think she can inflict that much damage," Dean chortled.

"You've never seen her angry," John muttered.

"Neither have you," I snarled.

Bobby grabbed me, "Now hold on, there's no need to be killing John just yet."

"Yet?" John shrieked, "Whose side are you on?"

"Hers," Bobby nodded.

Dean walked away from his father and sat on the steps, laughing until tears streamed down his face. John stood there horrified.

"Come on Bobby," I pleaded, "I won't kill him. I'll just hurt him a little."

Bobby kept his arms around me, "Now Kelsey girl, there's no need to be that violent with John."

"He sent me to look for Richard and it turned out…" I stopped.

"What?" John and Bobby asked at the same time.

"Nothing," I shook Bobby off.

I was seething but I was not so angry that I was about to reveal the truth of what Richard was, or had been. It was confusing at times to think of Richard and Father Bennett.

I stepped around Bobby and walked up to the dog. Rumsfeld paid me absolutely no attention. I turned and faced Bobby but said nothing. I walked past Dean, patting the top of his head and entered the house. I saw the house had books on every available surface, which made me frown. What was Bobby doing?

I heard footsteps behind me. I turned and saw John eyeing me warily. I turned my attention back to the books that were in front of me. I started to leaf through them and found that they were filled with information on the occult and all manner of supernatural beings. I picked up one particular book and found a chair to sit in.

The book was fascinating to read. Humans who had observed things over the years had written it. What the humans thought and just how wrong they got things intrigued me. I smiled as I read the signs of demon possession. Bobby was certainly being extra cautious, however, I didn't know if this was in part due to Richard's influence or Bobby's paranoia.

I knew that John was watching me intently, but I chose to ignore him just as intently. I was still upset with him and he knew this. He leaned forward as he attempted to grab the book out of my hand. He wasn't prepared for me. I moved swiftly and I used the book to hit on the top of his head. John staggered from the force of the blow and it surprised me that the binding didn't break. He shook his head and then I heard running footsteps. The door flew open and Dean came rushing through. He saw his father and grabbed him.

Bobby was right behind him. He stared at John in shock. He turned to me and I still had the book in my hand. My face broke into a grin.

"Kelsey," Bobby's voice reflected awe, "sweetheart, you didn't."

"I did," my grin widened.

Dean had his arms around his father and John's head was resting on Dean's shoulder.

"You could have given him a concussion!" Dean exclaimed.

"Only if we're lucky," I was unrepentant.

John coughed, "It's my fault."

"Yes it is," I agreed.

"Dad?" Dean was concerned.

"I should have realized that she is very angry," John rued.

"Oh, you should have realized?" Bobby interjected, "What clued you in? The fact that I had to stop her from tearing you to pieces outside?"

"You weren't stopping me," I protested.

"Yes," John spoke up, "I was hiding behind Dean."

"What makes you think that Dean could have protected you?" Bobby was curious.

"She loves him," John leaned back in the chair, "she wouldn't hurt him."

"What makes you say that?" Dean asked as he rose to his feet making certain that his father was not going to fall out of the chair.

"Because if she didn't," John closed his eyes, "damn it Kelsey!"

"What?" I leaned forward.

"I'm still seeing stars," John grunted.

"Well it could be blue birds," I shrugged.

Bobby swallowed his chuckle. "Dean there's a compress in the fridge. That should help him."

Dean left the room to find the compress.

Bobby walked over to John. He opened his eyes and checked him. He shook his head.

"Damn girl, what did you use to hit him?" Bobby asked.

"Just a book," I showed him the book in my hand.

"Books are lethal weapons now?" Dean wondered as he returned with the compress. He handed it to his father, who placed it over his head.

"Well," I smiled at them, "Books not only contain valuable information, but they also can be valuable in terms of that information."

"Oh?" Bobby took the bait.

"Well, the more pages, the thicker the book. The thicker the book, the heavier the book, and in fact, the heavier the book the better it is to hit people who deserve to be hit with."

"Dean," John called to his son.

"Yes Dad?" Dean responded.

"Make sure you double lock the trunk for the Impala," John said.

"Why?" Bobby frowned.

"So that Kelsey can't get to any shovels to finish the job she started with the book," Dean answered irreverently.

"Exactly," John pressed the compress firmly to his head. I merely laughed.