Part Thirteen


"So where do you want us to start?" Dean asked before casually crossing one leg over the other.

Bobby stared at the boy he hadn't seen in years, five years to be exact. Sam Winchester was just seventeen, which made his brother twenty-one at the time. It was a shock to see how much both boys had grown into young men in that span of time. Dean still wore the leather jacket that he claimed was John's. Underneath that he sported a black Led Zeppelin tee and dark jeans. He was all smiles as he turned to look at Sam, who still apparently hated the thought of cutting that damn shaggy hair of his, and their female companion whom he assumed was Jessica Moore, Sam's girlfriend from college.

He only knew about her because of Dean's frantic calls about how he thought Sam and his girlfriend were in danger from something nasty. Bobby had told him to slow down and to start from the beginning. Dean refused, still too damn panicked when it came to his younger brother. All he told Bobby was that he knew Sam was in danger and he'd explain everything later if they could come crash at his place for a few days while they figured out what to do next. There had been no way Bobby was going to refuse a request from a Winchester boy, even if he thought their father, John, was an obsessed bastard who didn't like to play nice with other hunters.

He hadn't seen nor heard from the younger boys in a while, just what was said through the grapevine and he had liked them just fine. He looked from Dean to Sam and finally to the newcomer. Jessica Moore was a young woman with blond hair. She wore a black long sleeved shirt and faded blue jeans. "Why don't you start by introducing me to your lovely new friend here?" he said, turning the boys' attention to the girl.

Jessica looked nervous to suddenly be the center of attention but Sam reached out to grab her hand as he said, "Oh yeah, sorry, Bobby. This is Jess, my girlfriend. And Jess, this is Bobby. He's been kind of like an uncle to me and Dean growing up."

Bobby was a little surprised and touched by the comment. He'd met the boys a few times before they spent an entire summer here of course but he didn't think it had been long enough for either boys to think of him as family. He'd remembered first meeting their daddy. He'd just been passing through, on his way down to Texas to help out with a hunt, a guy named Travis something, he'd called in for a favor and Bobby figured it'd be nice to get out and about, gave him something to do other than tune a few old trucks or sit on his ass and answer damn phone calls. Since his wife died, his life had been a series of routine that sometimes bore him out of his damn mind. Don't get him wrong. He liked helping out, even if most of the time the calls came from grouchy old men who thought they knew everything there was to know about the supernatural and every once in a while they'd be surprised to find they don't know a damn thing 'bout some particular shifter or other, and don't get him fucking started on the young, new blood who stumbled on the supernatural by pure dumb luck and suddenly thought they were hot shit because they thought holding a gun and knowing a little lore made them hunters.

Sometimes he just needed a reason to get out, an escape from the calls and researching shit that other people were either too lazy or too damn stupid to do. When Travis called him up, at first he thought the guy was going to have him look up how to kill the monster they were hunting. He'd been half ready to resign himself to a night of reading just like the rest of his week had gone, though a part of him had wanted to tell Travis where he could stick that demand for research and hang up on him. What did come out of the man's mouth instead had Bobby frozen for all of two seconds before he found himself standing up and grabbing his jacket, the word 'yes' at the tip of his tongue before the man could even finish his story.

It had been stupid of him to get so damn excited over a hunt but Bobby had been cooped up in his house for far too long. He'd never been much of a desk jockey. He needed the freedom that a hunt, a real hunt, could provide. He got into his truck and started up the engine. The drive from South Dakota to Texas wasn't supposed to last as long as it did. He'd prepared to drive for a few hours and grab lunch and dinner and maybe a motel to crash when it got too late. He'd promised Travis he'd be there by late afternoon, maybe the morning after at the latest.

He just hadn't prepared for his truck to break down in the middle of nowhere, Kansas. He remembered cursing his luck as he heard the engine sputter as the truck came to a screeching stop. He'd tried to start it back up but of course the damn thing wouldn't work. He'd gotten out of the truck and took a brief look inside just to confirm what he already knew. He was completely fucked. Bobby walked back around to lean heavily against the door. He had no idea how long he had been standing around, trying to think of what to do next, when he heard the sound of a car slowly pulling up.

He turned to see an old, black Chevy on the side of the road. The owner of the car cut the engine and stepped out slowly. "Need a hand there, stranger?"

That was the moment he first saw John Winchester, the man who would later come back to ask Bobby Singer if he believed in the supernatural and to which he answered him as carefully and honestly as he could.


"Start from the beginning, boy," Bobby said.

Dean sighed and rubbed his eye with the palm of his right hand. He glanced from Sam to Jess and then back to Bobby. The four of them were gathered in Bobby's living room. Dean had taken a chair next to the entryway while Bobby sat on an old, comfy looking recliner. Sam and Jess were sitting next to each other on the couch. There was a coffee table in the middle and a couple beer glasses sat on top, along with a can of coke and a glass filled halfway with water.

He leaned forward and took a small breath. All drive, he had been thinking about how to explain to Bobby Singer, the man who always took them in without question when dad would go out hunting, all the weird shit he'd experienced without looking like a damn freak.

Hey, so, don't freak out or anything, okay, Bobby? I know we haven't seen each other in a while and I've got a good explanation for that. See…I didn't really want you to find out that the kid you've been babysitting is secretly a freak. I've got this…thing that I can do, ya know? Something an average person can't. See, I've been having these dreams, well, more like premonitions, because they usually come true. That's how I knew Sam and his girlfriend were in danger. Because ya know, I'm just, yeah.

Right. He'd just go right up to Bobby and just say all that crap. It'd work out just fine. Bobby would understand. Totally. Because this was such a freaking normal thing. Anybody could just wake up one day and think that the dream they had that night would come true. That was exactly how it worked in the real world.

Crap. Just crap.

Oh and let's add in the fact that apparently his younger brother was also getting some crazy premonition crap as well.

He had no idea if Sam's situation was at all similar to his. He'd be damn curious to know where Sam got his ability from. Maybe he'd have a quick chat with Michael later, see if Sam also had an angel on his shoulder. Sam hadn't mentioned anything about it. He couldn't imagine Sam trying to hide something like that from him. Then again they hadn't seen or talked to each other in years. Maybe Sam's changed more than Dean was willing to admit. He didn't like that thought. He tried to push it away and focused back on the present topic of conversation. Right. Himself.

He didn't like talking about himself but Bobby needed to know what was going on. He decided to tell the group some things, the stuff that he deemed important, like his premonitions of Sam and the demon that possessed Jess. He omitted the part about knowing that angels existed and that he was in contact with a particular angel named Michael. They didn't need to know about any of that crap right now. In fact he wasn't all that sure why Michael was in contact with him so much, only that his visits had been pretty sporadic since he'd first met him on a hunt some years ago, the one where he'd gotten tangled with a Djinn. Dad managed to save him in the nick of time but not before he and Michael had a pretty lengthy chat about the existence of angels and demons and all things supernatural.

"How long has this…thing of yours been going on?" Bobby finally asked, seemingly having a hard time finding the right words to say.

Dean shrugged and said honestly, "As long as I can remember."

"Wait, Dean. You've been getting premonitions longer than a couple of months?" Sam asked.

Dean blinked and looked at his brother. "Yeah, Sam." He furrowed his brows as he tried to remember when it first started. He'd known he had been different long before he even met Michael and the angel explained to him where he got his abilities from. "I've been getting them for years now. Since we were kids probably."