I was on a job in Oklahoma by myself. Vampires were in overtime killing people in a small town. I was working on finding the nest but was wary about going in it alone. I knew there'd be a lot of vampires. Probably more than I could handle.
So, I called Bobby.
"Hey! Think you could come help me out on this hunt in Oklahoma?"
"I'm a little busy right now, Red. Can't you call the boys?"
"Uh, negative. What are you working on? Come help me finish this and I'll help you on whatever you're doing. Deal?"
"Kinda has to be done pretty soon."
"Seriously?"
"I'm sorry, Red." Bobby sounded frustrated.
"Yeah. Okay. I'll- I'll think of something."
I hung up with Bobby and sat in my motel room trying to think of who else to call. The boys were out of the question. Bobby was busy. I'd just have to get creative.
"Agent Kirk. FBI," I flashed my badge to the cop at the door of the house. Another killing. I was going to check out the crime scene to see if I could find any clues on where the vampires were camping out.
"FBI?" the man looked me up and down. I wasn't very intimidating without the two over-six-foot boys next to me.
"Yes. FBI. You wanna let me through?"
"I wasn't aware you were coming."
"You wanna talk to the man who sent me here then?" I snapped and pulled a card from my pocket. "Be my guest, sir."
The officer took the card and pulled out his cell phone. I could hear Bobby answer it on the other end.
"Willis, FBI."
"This is Officer Denton with the Forest Park Police Department. I have an Agent Kirk here says you sent her. She one of yours?"
"Yes, she is. One of my best agents in fact." I gave the officer a smug smile. "Is there a problem Officer?" Bobby asked firmly.
"No, sir. Just checking in. Have a nice day." The officer hung up the phone and lifted the yellow tape to let me through.
"Thank you," I called over my shoulder and walked into the house.
I took care of the nest. It was pretty hairy for a little while but I managed. Now I was packing up and heading back to Bobby's.
My phone rang and I slung my bag over my shoulder and I started to answer it as I walked out the door towards my car. I stopped just outside my room when I saw the caller ID. Dean.
"Yeah?" I answered continuing across the parking lot.
"Robin, you in the middle of something?"
"Just finished a hunt."
"Good. Meet me and Sam at the Mitchell Airport in Wisconsin."
"The airport?" I repeated.
"Yes. How fast can you be here?"
"Give me ten hours."
I met the boys at the airport and felt naked with no weapons on me. Sam handed me a ticket and I looked up at him curious.
"What are we doing?"
"Going to Scotland," Sam replied.
"Uh, why?"
"Bobby needs us to find Crowley's bones. He's working on getting his soul back from him."
"Oh. Yeah, okay. Why am I coming?"
"Because we need help," Dean finally spoke.
"Wow. Did that hurt?" I asked and Dean narrowed his eyes.
"Our flights about to leave," Sam interrupted.
The plane ride was long. We switched planes on the east coast and flew over from there. Dean was a wreck. He hated flying. Sam sat between us but I could see Dean's knuckles were white as he gripped the arms of the seat.
Finding the cemetery wasn't hard. We asked around about it and were eventually led to it. It was an old cemetery with a castle standing off in the distance.
"Here it is," I said walking up to the tomb stone. "Fergus MacLeod."
The boys started digging and I called Bobby.
"We found it."
"Alright. I'm about to summon him. Stay on the line," Bobby told me. Dean jumped out of the grave after he and Sam had thrown the bones out in a pile. He held his hand out towards me expecting the phone. I hesitated before handing it to him.
"Hiya, Crowley," Dean said into the phone after a while. "Sure. We'll have to do that when I get back…Yeah. Me, Sam, and Red- we've gone international. In fact, we're in your neck of the woods. Did you really use to wear a skirt?… Dominoes. In fact we just dug yours up… Hear that, Crowley? That me flicking my Bic for you." Dean flipped the top open and closed of his lighter making it click into the phone.
"I believe those are mine," Crowley said walking up from behind us. He had a bag in his hand.
"You know, now that I think about it, maybe I'll just napalm your ass anyhow," Dean said clicking the lighter open again. Sam reached over and shut it.
"Dean, he's a dick, but a deal's a deal."
"I don't need you to fight my battle for me, Moose," Crowley said and I couldn't help the smirk at the nick name. "Get bent." Crowley gathered the bones up into the bag he had and then turned back to us. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I've a little hell to raise." And he was gone.
"We can be at the airport in about two hours," Sam said checking his watch.
"Whoa! Wait a minute. We're in Scotland, Sam!" I begged. "Can't we just relax for a day and check out the scenery. How often do we leave the states? Never."
"We don't have time for a vacation, Red."
"But, Sam-"
"She's right Sam. Just a day. It won't hurt anything," Dean took up for me and I was surprised. I stared at him confused for a moment before I snapped myself back and headed to the car.
"Come on! You know you want to explore that creepy castle over there!"
The castle had been boarded up and most of it was unstable but we got in anyway. Sam didn't show much interest in exploring an old empty castle but I was going to go through it whether he liked it or not.
"Don't get lost!" Sam called after me as I ran in with my flashlight.
"I'll find a way out!" I yelled back turning a corner.
Some of the furniture was left but it was rotten and the entire place was covered in cob webs and dust. I was determined to find some kind of throne room or a dungeon before I met the boys back outside.
A heavy wooden door stood closed at the end of the hall and I walked up to it and grabbed the rusted handle. I pulled on it a little but it didn't budge. I put my entire body into opening it and the hinges crumbled and the giant door came down towards me. An arm reached around me and pulled me back before the door could smash me into the stone floor.
"Be careful," Dean said wiping the dust off of my shoulders.
"I got it," I said jerking away and walking through the doorway. I stood in a vast room and the windows had been boarded up but most had fallen free allowing light to shine in.
"Robin, can you just wait a minute?"
"No, Sam wants to leave and I've never been in a castle before. I'm seeing more than a dusty hallway before I'm back in the United States of vinyl siding." I said walking further into the room.
"Robin, we need to talk."
"That didn't end well the last time." I could hear Dean's heavy footfalls as he walked around in front of me so I couldn't continue walking.
"Will you just let me say this before you start getting snappy?"
"You better say it fast." Dean sighed.
"Robin, I'm sorry. Sorry about the last time we talked. You're right. You're family and I shouldn't treat you like I have been. It's just hard. Sam's all messed up. Being around you again."
"Guys, you down there?" Sam called from down the hallway.
"In here!" I yelled over my shoulder.
"I know I'm a dick but I do want to go back to who we were. When we were friends." I could tell Dean was sincere but I still had a lot I wanted settled before we could be close again.
"You left me standing in Bobby's driveway without so much as a goodbye. No explanation as to where you were going and you didn't even call for a year. I had to hear that you were okay through gossip of other hunters. I get you were upset about Sammy. But you don't think I was too? And don't even get me started on the fact that you punched me and knocked me out to keep me away from that battle."
"You ready now?" Sam asked stepping into the room. I was glaring up at Dean who looked startled that I hadn't ran into his arms and forgiven him. "It's getting late."
"We're coming, Sam," I told him. I turned away from Dean and followed Sam from the castle. Dean tagged along behind us, quiet.
We were crammed in the little car we were using and heading back to the airport. Dean sat behind the wheel and Sam was in the passenger seat with his knees folded oddly to fit in the seat. I was in the back with our luggage. My phone started ringing and I answered it.
"Hey, Bobby," I greeted. "I'll put you on speaker."
"I appreciate you three lending a hand," Bobby said to us.
"Any time we get to punk Crowley works for us," Dean answered.
"Still, knowing how much you love flying the friendly skies, I guess a nine hour plane trip was no picnic. What did you do, drink your way through it?"
"I was fine."
"No, he white knuckled his way through four puke bags," Sam objected.
"But at least I was sober. If some nut job decided to try something, I was ready. I had a fork."
"Listen. Um- about the things I said earlier. I was in a tough spot and I- I guess I was-"
"You were right, Bobby," Sam interrupted. I didn't know what they were talking about but I assumed Bobby and the boys had a conversation earlier that wasn't pretty. "We take you for granted."
"You've been cleaning up our messes for years, Bobby. Without you, I don't even want to think about where we'd have ended up," Dean said. I knew my life would be totally off course without Bobby. I'd have gotten thrown into another foster home and probably never seen Sam and Dean again if it hadn't been for Bobby.
"Okay, then, let's roll credits on this chick flick," Bobby said after a moment. "You three have a safe flight. And, uh, try some of the local grub. I hear it's… exotic."
"Oh yeah, no, definitely. We are. I hear they have an olive garden," Dean joked.
