July 31, 2006
"Alright, thanks Gordon…" Bobby hung up the phone and rubbed his temple, crossing off another hunter from his list. So far he'd managed to call nearly all his contacts-well all his contacts with valid phone numbers-and of the few that knew of the Colt, even less believed in it, let alone where it might be. He was about to give up with the search and look into something else that could permanently send Yellow Eyes back downstairs when he sighed and decided to try the last number on his list for the day.
"Hello?" A gruff voice chewed on the phone.
"Elkins it's me, Bobby." Bobby sighed, "Look, I know it's been a while-"
"Four years, two months, and three days."
"Yes…" Bobby hissed.
"You finally decided to apologize?"
Bobby growled as he clenched the handset, "Yes."
"Well I'm gonna need a bit more than that."
"I'm sorry I tipped the police off on you."
"You better damn well be! It took better part of a month to get rid of the snoops."
"You deserved it ya idjit! You put an APB out on my plates and I ended up in a holding cell on Christmas!" Bobby sputtered.
"Yeah, well you had it coming after you stole half-a-dozen books from my cellar."
"I gave 'em back!"
"They were literally nothing but ashes!"
"But they were back!"
"Bobby, why the hell are you calling me?" Daniel Elkins sighed, placing his brandy on the dining room table.
"Because I need help."
"That's a shocker."
"Shut up."
"So, what is it?" Elkins flipped open a notebook.
"Did you see that article about the kids who died in Cold Oak?"
"Yeah, I figured it was some weird cult, given that there wasn't anything in the area when I had someone follow up on it."
"Well, it wasn't. Apparently it was the work of a demon, Azazel, he's trying to raise hell-literally-and I'm trying to find a way to stop him." Bobby picked at the phone cord, "I know one of the only two kids who walked out of that place alive, and the other's missing-I promised myself I'd keep him safe and I'm not failing at that again." Bobby sighed, "I heard about a gun-the Colt-and I wanted to see if you knew anything."
There was a pregnant pause before Elkins replied sharply, "That's a dangerous gun, Singer. It's not just the end-all-beat-all when it comes to the supernatural; it's also a literal key to hell."
"Come again?"
"That gun unlocks a gate to hell. If that demon gets a hold of it, you're looking at a big mess."
Bobby exhaled deeply, "So, any idea where it might be? You're the first person that knows anything about it."
"Nope." And with that the line was dead and Bobby was somehow even more stressed than he had been.
**SPN**
After lunch Sam and Dean were continuing their ritual of meditation. Dean had drug out the mats and the brothers were sitting silently as a gentle summer breeze came through the window. As much as Dean hated to admit it, the time actually did bring him and Sammy closer, even if it was a bit weird and more 'spiritual' than he was comfortable. Sam sat cross legged and tried to focus on the idea of his powers. He visualized himself using them as he sat, inhaling and exhaling slowly as he slowed his heartbeat.
"I'll be back in a sec, I have to take a piss." Dean stood up, shaking his leg that had fallen asleep as he trudged over to the powder room. Sam closed his eyes once more. He could feel his pulse ringing in his ears as he tried to focus on his power, his eyes were burning and his skin felt warm as he continued to focus.
"I've gotta get Bobby to buy some better handsoap, his smells like-" Dean stopped dead in his tracks. "Sammy… Open your eyes."
"Dean, I'm trying to concentrate." Sam chastised.
"Seriously, open up."
Sam rolled his eyes as he opened them, before blinking in surprise. Around him well over a dozen books were suspended in the air about a foot off the ground.
Dean tapped a book and it stayed in place. "How are you doing this?"
"I'm not sure. Lots of concentrating. Feels like my ears are popping." Sam grimaced briefly.
"Can you make them go back down?"
Sam released his breath and willed the books descend, slowly they returned to the floor.
"Holy shit, Sammy!" Dean was grinning ear to ear, "That was awesome! Wait, hold on a sec." He ran into the kitchen, "Catch!"
Dean tossed an apple in the air. Sam blinked before focusing on it, having it stop before it gently floated toward him and dropped onto the mat.
"I guess I owe Sylvia Brown an apology." Dean muttered, "That was incredible!"
Sam teetered over, exhausted.
"Woah, you okay?" Dean picked up his brother.
"Fine. But it takes a lot out of me."
"Well, no blood this time, so that's good."
"Good." Sam mumbled.
Dean plopped Sam on the couch, "No more for today, but if you keep it up we might just have a fighting chance for whatever it is that's coming up."
**SPN**
"Hey, I'm heading out." Dean called from the front door.
"What? Got a hot date?" Sam chimed from the living room.
"In fact, I do." Dean smirked.
"Well, give her my condolences." Sam snarked.
"Ha ha. Very funny." Dean rolled his eyes as he shut the door and unlocked the Celica. It has been way too long. I definitely need a bit of this.
Half an hour later Dean was busy. And a bit tipsy. And frustrated that condom wrappers were so difficult to open.
"Damn it…" He muttered, fiddling with the corner of the wrapper.
"Do you need me to open it again?" Alex asked, smirking from the motel's queen bed, clearly sprawled out to display as much as possible.
"No."
Alex sighed and slid off the bed, taking the wrapper with a set of slender fingers and daintily opening it. "Oh no. I guess I'll have to help put it on."
Dean blushed as the skin-on-skin contact slid up and gently released. A brief stubbly kiss followed as Alex returned to bed.
"Well, come on. I didn't drive all the way from Kansas for nothing."
Dean grinned, happily walking to the bed. "Well, I hope not." He coughed, looking down, "Thanks for letting me top this time."
Alex grinned deviously, "No problem. But next time I get to bring something fun!"
