On our drive back to the motel, Bobbie and I started going over our plans for the rest of the night.
"I don't know about you, but I could use a shower, a beer, and some sleep." Bobbie says.
"Not sure about the beer part for me, but the shower and sleep definitely." I wasn't much of a drinker anymore. Just throws me off my game, and even though we weren't on a hunt anymore, I still don't like chancing anything.
"You really won't have one drink with me? Just to celebrate a great hunt, and saving another two hunters who say they're better than us?"
"That really got to you, didn't it?"
"Of course! How do they have the right to say we're not hunters, just because we're female? It's bullshit!"
"Well Sam believed us, it was just Dean who didn't."
"And he's an asshole."
"But we proved him wrong."
"Doubt it; he probably thinks we just got lucky."
"You really don't like him, do you?"
"Don't get me wrong, he's good looking. But no, I don't. And I'm glad we'll never have to see them again after tomorrow." I'm not. I thought, as silence falls between us.
"You know what; I think I will have a drink with you." I say after a little bit.
"Really?"
"Yeah, why not."

I pull into the spot in front of our motel room, and we get out. I didn't see the Impala, but I kind of figured Sam and Dean wouldn't be back yet anyway.
"Nose goes for the shower first." Bobbie says, putting her pointer finger on her nose.
"You suck." She just smiles as she opens the door.

I take off my shoes, as Bobbie gets her things together for her shower, and walks into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I turn on the TV and wait for her to finish.

Of course TV sucks, there was never anything worth watching on, when I actually took the time to watch it. I turn on the News, but all they were talking about was traffic, and then it went to the weather. Nothing exciting was happening, so I lay down on my bed and close my eyes, only to have them fly open when I heard the purr of the Impala pulling up to the building.

I got up from the bed and ran to the window. I pulled the curtain back just enough to see Sam and Dean getting out of the car. A smile grew upon my face. I let the curtain fall back before either of them saw me, and went back to sit on my bed.

For some reason, the fact of not seeing them again after today really bothered me. I didn't want this to be the last time we ever saw them, or at least the last time I ever saw Sam. Something came over me, I picked up my phone and was about to send Sam a text, when Bobbie came out of the bathroom. She was dressed in black ripped skinny jeans, a dark gray tank, with a flannel tied around her hips, and her black boots.
"All yours." She said, setting her stuff on her bed.

I put my phone down, grabbed my things, and went into the bathroom.

20 or so minutes later, I came out of the bathroom. I had thrown on a pair of blue jeggings, a green cami, my long sleeve green plaid shirt, and my boots with a heel. Bobbie was just finishing up her makeup, as I grabbed our First-Aid kit to cover the wound on my arm from earlier.
"Why are you getting all dolled up?" I asked, as I put my things on the end of my bed.
"Why not? Might meet a cute guy tonight, and you never know what might happen." She says with a crooked smile. I just shook my head and finished getting ready.
"So where are we going anyway?"
"I don't know. Do you want to go to one of the casinos?"
"Not really." I sit at the foot of my bed.
"A club? There are plenty of them."
"Nah."
"Then a bar?"

After a couple minutes of searching online for where we could go, we decided on The BoneYard, which was a small bar in Atlantic City, and they were having some local bands playing tonight. We left the room only five minutes after deciding.

I let Bobbie drive, since I was the one driving earlier today. As soon as we pulled out of the motel parking lot, my phone went off signaling I had a new text.
Where are you two going? -Sam

A huge smile grew on my face.
"What are you smiling about?" Bobbie asks.
"Nothing." I say, before replying to Sam's text.
The BoneYard. You guys should join us...If you want.

Bobbie is going to kill me if Dean shows up. I thought, as I waited for a response from Sam.

Maybe 15 minutes later, we pull into the parking lot next to The BoneYard. We walk in and take a seat at the bar. Even though there were bands playing, the place was pretty empty, but it was still a little early.
"What can I get for you?" The bartender asks us.
"Miller Lite." Bobbie says.
"Malibu Bay Breeze." I say.
"Alright." The bartender says before getting our drinks.
"So seriously, who were you texting in the car?" Bobbie asks.
"Sam."
"Here you go." The bartender places our drinks in front of us; we thank her, and pay.
"What'd he want?" Bobbie takes a drink of her beer.
"He asked where we were going."
"Did you tell him?"
"I invited him."
"Just him?"
"Both of them." I take a sip of my drink. Bobbie groans.
"Seriously?" I nod.
"I only invited them; he never said if they were coming."
"Well, if they do, all I have to say is Dean better not piss me off tonight. I'm here to relax." She takes a longer drink than her first.
"I'm sure he'll be on his best behavior." Bobbie scoffs, and takes another drink.

An hour passes, and the bands continued to play. Some were okay; some needed a bit more practice. I've only had one drink and I doubt I'll have another; Bobbie on the other hand was on her third beer. Sam and Dean haven't shown up yet, if they even are, because Sam never text me back. It started to worry me a bit, since the last time I called him, he didn't answer either, and he ended up being tied up by the Vetalas. It's a little unreal, how much I care for him, when I barely know him.
"This band sucks." Bobbie says to me, then her eyes grew wide.
"Yeah."
"Is this seat taken?" I hear someone say behind me. I turn in my seat to see Sam, with Dean pushing passed him. A smile grew upon my face.
"No, not at all." I say.

AN; Hello there ! Hope y'all enjoy this chapter ! :) Feedback, maybe ? ;)

Written by Me (Bobbie).