Chapter 5 - Phone Call
Dean drove the Impala in silence. No weapons. Nothing, not a goddamned thing. The car was as ordinary as Dean was supposed to be. He thumped the steering wheel and heard his phone in his pocket, he pulled it out and read the caller I.D, which was gibberish.
"Hello?" he asked in a puzzled tone.
"…" Static over the receiver for a few seconds and then Bobby's voice, "Dean? Dean is that you?"
The voice was crackling, and cutting in and out, but it was Bobby, unmistakably.
"Bobby?" Dean asked incredulously.
"Dean if you can hear me hang -" the line was cut, and the dial tone issued loudly in Dean's ear.
"SHIT!" he shouted and thumped the dashboard.
He looked through the windscreen silently. Up at the cottage where he'd confronted the Djinn before, it seemed the same as before, single car garage, creepers all over the walls, thatched roof. There was a car parked in front of the house; someone lived there.
The Angel's hadn't been able to tell him much, he was hunting something. Something dark. It was killing a member of newlywed couples all over the state, and Lawrence was next. Dean had a hunch, this cottage was connected to the whole thing…he just couldn't work out how.
He'd been to the local library and picked up a few notes on the Djinn, and the darker demons he and Sam had fought before.
He heard his phone again and looked at the I.D., expecting gibberish. Instead he saw Jade's name.
"Hey," he said, as relaxed as possible.
"Hey, where are you? We're going to be late!" Jade scolded.
"Late? For what?"
"The party, duh!" she said, "Did you get the present.
Shit, Dean thought.
"Uh, no, they were really busy, I'll pick it up tomorrow."
"Nonsense, we can pick it up on the way. Now come and get ready, and pick me up." Jade said.
Dean rolled his eyes and rubbed his forehead, looking back up at the house.
"OK, ok, I'm on my way," he said and hung up, started the car and swung back around towards the town.
After a few minutes of driving fast and trying to spot and avoid police cars until he reached the apartment, where he ran up the stairs and into the apartment itself.
"Dean are you ok?" Jade asked as he burst through the front door.
"Yeah, I didn't wanna be late," he said, going through to the bathroom and doing his business, then coming back and changing into a smarter pair of trousers and a cleaner shirt, "How do I look?" he asked with a smirk, holding his arms out and twirling slowly.
Jade giggled.
"Great, and me?" she asked, opening her coat and showing him her dress.
Dean raised his eyebrows, genuinely surprised; he didn't have Jade down for a dress-person…but nothing was normal right now…