(Bobby Singer)
I can't believe the price these kids have had to pay, the cost of fighting evil. The loss of their mother, their father, their very lives and now Sam's eyes, and, when I see Dean leading Sam into this fleabag motel, I wonder when will it be enough? When will God put a stop to the pain and suffering of what's left of the Winchesters and let them have peace?
I see the pretty girl following them and wonder if she's with Dean but when she gets a little closer, I start to get that old feeling in my bones and I know she's with Sam. She's in a different meat suit but it's Ruby. I tried my best to run her off but what does an old guy like me know? Sam assured me that she was only trying to help but, to paraphrase Forrest Gump, evil is as evil does and look at how things turned out.
Dean leads Sam to one of the beds and he lays down, his head on the old feather stuffed pillow and sighs like a hundred year old man, though he does smile and say "Hey, Bobby," when I come up next to him and take his hand.
"Can I get you anything?" I ask and he says some food would be good. Dean orders Ruby to stay with him and the two of us head out to the local cafe, which is empty. Everyone in Armadillo Infantes is at the cathedral waiting for La Mano de Dios but right now he's behind the counter stuffing his face with pineapple empanadas.
"Hey Mano," I say, stirring one of the pots on the stove, the chili inside still warm although the fire in the wood stove's been left to die out. Dean stops for a moment and gives me the evil eye but I need an answer to my question. It's a simple one and I hope he's got an answer, so I ask away, "Just what is your plan?"
"Gank Lilith," he says, his mouth full of deep fried goodness, and I want to hit my head on the wall. 'Gank Lilith', he says nonchalantly, like he just told me he was goin' for a walk in the park. I find a big, brightly colored bowl. It's probably been painted with lead based paint but that's the least of our worries and I start to ladle in the chili while Dean finds a container filled with tortillas and sets it on the counter. He then proceeds to join me at the stove where, finding a spoon, he starts to eat directly outta the pot.
"No time for good manners," he reminds me and besides, he's starving. He then tells me my part in the plan to gank Lilith, keep Sam at the motel. Don't let him out of my sight for a second. I look over my shoulder in the direction of the motel but he doesn't seem worried that Sam and Ruby are already gone.
"Sammy'll be sleeping like a baby for the next few hours," he tells me and pulls a prescription bottle of pills out of his pocket. Shaking it he adds, "Farmacia mexicana, impresionante!"
"Are you sure you wanna eat all that?" I ask him when he moves on to another pot of whatever. "You do know how bad demons smell, don't you?"
"Cast iron stomach," he says without missing a spoonful. The little bell over the door rings as it opens and a small girl stands in the doorway dressed in her Sunday best. Dean's demeanor changes abruptly from a chow hound to a combat ready soldier, his hand on the nail in its sheath. But this child is just that, a child and she has been sent to deliver a message.
The little girl walks up to Dean and he squats down in front of her and she smiles tentatively at him and says, "Nuestra señora bendecida dice que ella es cansada de esperarle." She then drops dead at his feet and I know the bitch can hear Dean when he cries out in shocked grief and pain and takes off at a dead run out the door.