Bobby sighed as he put his phone back in its place, resisting the urge to rub at his eyes. His fingers were covered in gun oil and he didn't want to put it into his eyes. Again.
There was still no sign of Bill Harvelle and that meant nothing good for any of them. Bill was, is he corrected himself, a good hunter and he was always on his toes. Especially since he had a wife and kid to get back to.
He hadn't told Ellen yet but he had resorted to calling morgues and hospitals about unclaimed bodies, in the hopes that none of them would turn out to be Bill.
So far he hadn't had any luck and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
A knock at the door got his attention and he sighed as he stood up, cracking his back and feeling his joints join the cracking. He slowly moved towards his front door, grabbing the rifle that was leaning against the wall.
He was expecting someone, but that didn't mean that he wasn't going to be prepared for anything else.
He could see what looked like a college aged student standing there, holding onto the strap of his duffel bag. His shaggy hair was falling into his eyes, he pushed the bangs away as he looked around his yard.
Shaking his head Bobby opened the door, keeping the rifle hidden behind it. "Yeah?" he asked gruffly.
The kid jumped when Bobby opened the door, whirling around to face him. "Mr Singer?" he asked, giving a small almost embarrassed smile, he had dimples. The kid held his hand out towards him. "I'm Sam Wesson, we spoke on the phone."
Bobby didn't take the hand but he did place the rifle back against the wall, just staring at the kid for a moment before he moved to the side, inviting him in. "Come in."
Sam let his hand fall back down to gripping at the strap from his bag along his chest but obediently he hurried inside.
Bobby closed the door and turned to look at the kid who's eyes were moving around in wonder, lingering on some of the piles of books that he had laying around. He went into the kitchen to grab two beers for them, he had recapped them this morning once he had poured some holy water into them.
"You seem a bit young to be a hunter." Bobby said, coming back with two bottles, one he handed to Sam. The kid looked at the bottle dubiously but took it.
"I'm not that young, I'm twenty two." he protested. "And I'm not...exactly a hunter per se. Just...want to be one."
"Kid you should be in college studying for midterms right now." Bobby told him. "Hunting ain't a place for you and it's better you get out sooner and alive than in a body bag later."
The kid looked a chagrined at that, looking away and taking a deep breath for a moment. "I can't do that sir." he said softly. "I...I can't. There's...there's something I need to do."
Bobby stared at him for a long silent moment, taking in his shifting and movement. "Who was it?" he finally asked. At Sam's confused look he added. "No one gets into this just because they want to, especially not some young like you. So who was killed?"
A glassy look appeared in Sams eyes and he quickly looked away again, shaking slightly. He did open his beer at that and took a drink. Bobby could see him grimace at the taste but otherwise, he didn't have a reaction.
"My girlfriend." he finally said lowly, pushing the words out as if it hurt to speak, Bobby knew that feeling quite well. "Its...I came back to our apartment and she was...she was pinned to the ceiling and...then she...she just burst into flames. She just..." Sam's voice hitched and his entire body shook. "I can't just...let that go. I can't just...ignore it. I need to..." his voice cracked at that and his hand came up to wipe at his eyes. "Sorry, just...sorry." he barely managed to whisper.
Despite himself Bobby felt himself soften and he sighed, shaking his head. "Sounds like powerful witchcraft." he said, turning to go back to his desk and give the kid a moment of privacy to compose himself. "Have to say, never heard anything like that before."
He sat down at his desk and after a moment Sam moved to sit on the couch, his eyes red and slightly puffy. "Anything can help sir, anything."
"My first advice is to get out, stop looking for revenge. Go back to living a normal life." Bobby told him. "But you ain't gonna do that, are you?"
Sam shook his head. "I can't." he said simply.
Bobby nodded, taking a deep breath before he reached for a small book that he had a few other hunters had started. He held it out to Sam who got up and took it from him.
"Then start reading." Bobby told him. "Cause the real lesson number one? Learn how to kill things before they kill you."
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