Title: Bobby's Daughter
Disclaimer: I do not own anything you recognize…
Warnings: Nope.
Notes: Nope.
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We arrived at Mr. Singer's yard by ten the next morning.
Dean got out of my car before helping me out. I stood there just taking it in for a few seconds.
It wasn't much. Just a house with tons of cars nearby. And a dog that barked and barked and barked.
Dean rolled his eyes as I moved to let him close the door. "Sam, get that thing."
Sam spared me a glance before nodding and heading toward the dog. "Gates," he yelled. The thing kept barking. "Christo!" The dog's yaps quieted. Wow: saying Christ in Latin shut the thing up. Interesting.
"Come on," Dean said, pushing me forward gently.
"Do I have to," I whined slightly.
"Gates, what the hell," Bobby said, bursting outside, rifle in hand. He scanned the scene. "Sam? Dean?" He lowered his gun. "I thought you'd be here sooner, boys." That's when he caught sight of me. "And you brought company?"
It was obvious Bobby didn't recognize me. It hurt a little, even though I didn't expect him to know who I was. He hadn't seen or heard from me since I was ten.
Dean nodded. "Yeah. Bobby, this is Sydney Russo."
Mr. Singer's eyes hardened. "Sydney Russo?" I nodded, reaching for Dean's hand. Maybe he'd give me a comfort squeeze. He only pulled his hand away, probably scared of what Mr. Singer might do if he thought we were dating, even though we weren't. "You know a Maria Russo?"
My turn to play dumb. "Um… not really." Dean hit my ankle with his. Fine. "Actually, yeah." Sigh. "She's my mom."
Bobby looked a little dizzy before passing out. Sam caught him before he him the ground.
I glanced at Dean who was already on his way to help my father.
Well, then.
This would be interesting.
Pop References:
Gates is the secretary of something… defense? Anyway, Rumsfield – I'm guessing – died. So Bobby got a new dog, Gates. Both dogs' names are references to the secretary of whatever. Lol.