John breathed a sigh of relief when they made the turn into the Salvage Yard. The last fifty miles he felt eyes watching them. Any moment he expected that yellow-eyed son of a bitch to attack them. What exactly he wanted with Aydan, he didn't know. But I aim to find out, he decided as Bobby pulled to a stop in front of the repair shed and cut the engine.
"We're here," he announced gruffly. "Everybody out."
Dean clambered out of the truck in his usual burst of enthusiasm. John hid a smile. Definitely got a case of ants in his pants,he thought as he watched him bounce around the yard. Aydan watched him, too, a bemused smile on her face. They sure are like night and day, he realized as he climbed out of the truck.
Dean was like other boys his age. Got into mischief every now and again, liked getting down in the dirt, hollered and yelled when he got overly excited. Aydan, however, didn't remind of the sort of girl who liked digging for worms or wrestling in the dirt. There was a quiet earnestness about her. As if she watched the world to learn from it.
Like Sammy, he realized as he lifted him out of the cab.
"Dean, come get your brother so I can help Bobby."
Dean instantly came over to take him. Sammy didn't do more than issue a small protest at being drug out of the nice warm cab.
"It's cold."
"Cause it's snowing, doofus."
"Dean." John sent him a stern look. "Don't call your brother a doofus."
Instantly contrite, Dean mumbled, "I'm sorry, sir," before he moved to stand beside Aydan.
"You two take Sam and go on in the house," Bobby said as he started to unhook the Impala. "Your dad and I will be in soon as we're done here."
The kids nodded before turning to head inside.
"Beats the hell outta me," Bobby said once they were alone. "Kid don't scream that she's anything more'n a kid to me."
"There's gotta be some reason this son of a bitch is after her."
"Who the hell knows with these bastards." Bobby squinted as he stared at the house. "All we can do is keep an eye out."
"If that yellow-eyed son of a bitch shows up," he told him in a low, forceful tone. "I'm gonna kill him."
Same as he'd kill whatever killed Mary.
He guaranteed it.
A/N: Hello, all! Hope this finds you well!
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