AN: I want to thank you guys for your support of this story! I've really enjoyed writing it and I'm glad to know that some people have enjoyed reading it to!
Chapter 3:
It took about 15 minutes to get to Bobby's, as there was no traffic. When I say no traffic I mean there was literally no one on the road but me. The only cars I saw were parked up at the edges of the road or smashed up in the middle. I had to swerve round a few and I even had to drive down the edge of the path at some points due to the road being clogged up with smashed and beat up cars. But finally I arrived at Bobby's beat up little cottage. Just looking at the place brings back so many memories of afternoons spent in the front garden with Bobby telling us a story about a creature. Mum would always sigh and tell my sister and me that they weren't real. The stories always scared my sister and she always ran away before the end but I was always there on Uncle Bobby's knee, intrigued to see what would happen and how the monster would be killed. Mum constantly reminded me they weren't real but the look Bobby gave me whenever she said that always had me believing. I don't think they were just stories and after what happened now I'm pretty sure they weren't. But that was when I was much younger. I remember Bobby stopped telling me the stories after one evening I walked in on my mum and him having an argument, mum claiming that 'the stories were getting to my head' and 'he was ruining my peace of mind'. After that he stopped telling me the stories, no matter how much I begged. But I still remember every one. I especially remember the stories he would tell me of his adventures with the mysterious Winchester brothers. Sam and Dean, their names were. I was always fascinated by the brothers' relationship and their skills in the hunting ground. Sam and Dean both intrigued me, but I remember being completely absorbed by the stories of Dean and his hunting prowess. I would sit for hours as Bobby told me about how Dean would drive in his precious impala (it always made me giggle when Bobby did an impersonation of Dean and called the car 'Baby') with his brother 'Sammy' and kill demons and other frightful creations. Not once did the brothers scare me, they simply fascinated me. While normal children begged for bed time stories of princesses and dragons, I always begged Uncle Bobby to tell me a tale of demons and hunters, sometimes even another abnormal creature like a Wendigo or a skin shifter.
I shook my head, pulling myself out of my memories. I could think of them later, right now I had to find Uncle Bobby and find a way to fix this. I parked the car on the other side of the road out of view, for fear of someone to see it and I'd have to try and deal with more problems like I did back home, not that I even want to call it that now. I trudged over to the small shack like building, seeing if there was any sign of life inside. None. I knocked on the door, feeling it give way and creak open under my hands.
"Bobby?" I shouted, pulling my bag further up my arm and walking into my childhood sanctuary. No reply. I continued to search round the house, calling his name throughout. That was when I heard the cough and stutter of a presumably old car roll up, and the slam of a door as someone got out. I quickly hid in the secret door compartment that Bobby had told me about. He always wanted somewhere where I could feel safe. I looked through the gap to see that I could view the whole main room, part of the kitchen and not be seen. Silently I thanked Bobby in my head for his genius plans.
I stood completely still and silent as I watched someone walk through the door of Bobby's house, shouting his name in a similar fashion to me. I did my best to peer through the gap to see the intruder but I couldn't make out his face or features due to the darkness of the room. He continued into the room, shouting Bobby's name still and peering round the house. He had his back turned to me so I couldn't make out his face but from what I could see he was wearing a (AN: He wasn't actually wearing this jacket in the episode but I don't care cause I love this jacket so much!) brown leather hunting jacket with the collar up slightly (it makes most people look ridiculous but I'll admit it made this dude look badass) and a pair of slightly ripped, probably from constant use, blue jeans with a pair of brown boots.
"Oh no Bobby no." I heard him mutter as he crouched down and stood up the wheelchair in the middle of the room that I had failed to notice as I was too busy trying to hide earlier. Oh no, that means… Bobby.
The man's head whipped round and I winced as I stepped on a floorboard making it creak loudly. Oh I was so dead. Part of me was impressed at the man's keen senses but the other part wasn't really bothered and was too busy chanting 'oh god oh god oh god…' you get the picture. I looked round the little area and realised I didn't really have an escape. I decided the best thing to do was wait it and out and hope he moved away. But another part of me was saying that I should get out and talk to him as he's the first sane person I've seen so far and possibly the only one left. While I was thinking I had subconsciously moved back. Obviously not realising how extremely old the house is and not really paying attention I stepped on another floorboard. This one didn't creak, it broke. I swore as I was brought out of my thoughts by landing noisily in the basement, near a patch that looked suspiciously like blood. Needless to say I moved away from that pretty quickly.
Obviously the man upstairs heard me and I knew it was only a matter of time before he got to me. I tried to haul myself up, which caused me to fall back down in pain as my left ankle was twisted back and caught under a piece of floorboard. Oh I was so dead. Soon enough the man ran down the stairs, surprisingly quietly with all the creaky floorboards, and pointed a gun at me.
"Woah! Calm down there buddy! I come in peace!" I said, my hands shooting up into a surrendering position, eyeing the gun very close to my face, way too close for my liking.
"Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing in Bobby's house?" He said in the same gruff voice as before, still holding the gun to my head. Well, this was gonna be good fun.