Chapter 4. Days of Our Lives

The Impala went into reverse and made a few motorcycles fall. "Hey watch it!" Marla said. "I worked five years on that bike!"

"Sorry." Dean said.

Marla, though still some what sour about her motorcycle being knocked down was more concerned about Craig's dead body in the back rooms. "Are we just going to leave him there?"

"For now." Sam said. "Later, if there's some time, you can make a call to the police and tell them you found him like that."

"He isn't a dog." She snapped. "… but you're right." She had an idea in her mind that if she called now they'd think it was curious that she wasn't there and that she locked the place up. However even then how would she explain having closed the place down so early?

"It's going to be fine." Sam told her. Marla immediately glared at him.

"You know, you should just say 'don't worry' in stead of that because it isn't going to be 'fine' it isn't as if all those people I loved are going to come back to life. What's dead stays dead."

"Lloyd." Bobby said. "Hey, listen I was wondering if you had anything there in West Virginia, a sort of fire-demon or pagan or something… what can it do?" Bobby was on the phone with Lloyd McCoy middle aged hunter who lived in West Virginia or often stayed at West Virginia. "It can burn people from the inside and it can make it look like … yeah! A fever." Bobby paused for a moment as her wrote what Lloyd said.

"Hold on… did you just say a dozen people?" He asked shocked. "Sam and Dean said it only killed three men and a woman… there's no pattern, maybe it's just getting messy… alright, thanks for your help." Bobby hung up his cell phone and finished writing.

'Phantom Fire." Bobby said aloud. "Human-torch… son of a bitch what the hell is it?" He rubbed the back of his neck impatiently. "I'm dealing with a marvel character… goddamn it." Bobby reached for his flask when a knock came to the door, a loud and fast knocking. "I'm coming ... damn it." He said, he looked into the peep-hole and nearly had a heart attack. "Hold on… I…I—a… I'm naked, hold on!"

"Thanks for the mental picture!" Dean said sarcastically and shivered.

Bobby opened the door with his hat worn down really low and sunglasses on. "Nice to see you too Corey Hart." Dean commented.

"Hey…" Marla began to say. "I saw you last night; you left all of a sudden."

"I wasn't feeling good." Bobby said turned away.

"What's with the shades?" Sam asked.

"It's too bright."

"Did a Edward Cullen bite you or something, Bobby come on…"

"Wait…" Marla said. "You said his name was Bobby Singer."

"You told her my name?" Bobby said heatedly. "Idjits!"

"My mom knows you." Marla said. "Knew… you."

"Excuse me?" Bobby asked.

"Mary, her name was Mary, I'm her daughter … well obviously, but it's really an honor to meet you."

"Thanks, but I meant, what do you mean 'knew'?"

"She died." Marla said and all these feelings Bobby had forgot about came rushing back, his head felt light, the kind of feeling you get when you're being choked out of air.

Marla looked over to Sam and Dean who nodded and left the room. "I'm the reason you left, aren't I?" She asked.

Bobby looked up at her face; Marla's lips curled into a contemptuous smile once Sam and Dean had left the room and shut the door behind them.

Bobby reached for his gun getting that same bad vibe. "Don't." She said. "Talk now, shoot later, you have to know the truth first, please…" Her smile began to fade, she looked deeply into his eyes and she began to speak.

BOBBY'S P.O.V.

"Now that you know, you have help me." Marla told me as she sat down next to me on the edge of the bed.

"If I knew back then..."

"There was a reason you didn't know, you weren't supposed to." Marla smiled gently and put her hand over mine. She looked at them as she felt them in hers. "You have to pay your debt, this would be a great time."

"What about Sam and Dean?" I asked her. I loved the boys like my own sons and having them not knowing would break their heart, Cas did the same damn thing to them and they felt as betrayed as I did but I'm not just Cas, if I say so myself they'll feel like shit.

"They'll find out when the time is right, for now they just have to stop hunting." She replied and then rested her head on my shoulder. "You have to promise."

"I promise." I said feeling like the 16 year old boy I used to be.

"Bobby, I'm really sorry, you couldn't know because if you did ... well I wouldn't be telling you now." Marla slowly lifted her head from my shoulder. "Thank you." She said. "Thank you for everything."

"Don't thank me just yet." I told her. "Stay with me, after this?"

"I'd love to." She smiled. "Come on, let's go tell them about the Uria." We got up from the bed and walked out the door, I led the way and she was closely behind me.

I was looking forward to spending time with her, it'd be nice to know what ever happened to Mary and why she really had to leave, she was a hunter as it turned out and I had some many questions.

I hate hunting, I hate it to it's core if it had one. It hurts people, it kills people it drives people insane. However the thing I hate about it most is that it's followed all of us in some way. It kills the best by letting them survive, it takes the good, and it drives the weak into madness.

At that moment I was none of those, at the moment I felt good because for the first time in a long time I was looking forward to tomorrow.

"It's been an hour…" Dean complained as Sam and he sat in the Impala.

"Dean, be patient man. Bobby just now found out that her mom died whoever she was probably meant a lot to Bobby." Sam said.

"Or…" Dean began to say with a grin on his face.

"Dean shut up." Sam said quickly catching what Dean was about to imply.

"He and her…"

"Dean, shut up!" Sam said. "That's just gross man. Go have your homoerotic thoughts about Bobby somewhere else."

"Man, I'm not having homoerotic thoughts about Bobby … I'm just saying—"

Before he could finish Bobby led the way out with Marla at suit. "We found out what it was." Marla said leaning into the car window.

"It's called an Uria." Bobby told them.

"An Uria?" Dean asked. "Well how do we stop it?"

"We aren't sure yet." Marla replied and backed away as Dean got out of the Imapla.

"Water maybe or a lot of Holy water." Sam said.

"Maybe." Bobby said. "But we'd have to test it on the Uria first."

"What, has no one ever killed one before?" Dean asked.

"No, but people have stopped it." Marla told him. "I studied them back when I was in high school, mythology. Some people say that they lurk around places where fire can be easily started and excused as freak accidents, to much exposure to gas … forest fires and… oh no." She said. "The Roadhouse!"

"Alcohol." Dean said and got back into the car.

"Craig's body is still in the stock room!" Marla said as her and Bobby slipped into the back seat. "We don't even have water to put it out!"

"Well, we might have to fight fire with fire." Bobby said.

They got to the Roadhouse in time or so they thought. "Thank God!" Marla exclaimed.

"Don't… don't say that." Dean said.

"Whatever man, we better go and get Craig's body or something, better yet call the police, I'll just be inside."

Sam nodded and dialed for the police; Bobby got out of the car and looked at the Roadhouse and then watched Marla and smiled. "She's a lot like her mother." He said.

"What did you two talk about?" Dean asked.

"I told her, since she might not have a place to live in anymore that she could stay with me." He smiled. "I mean I do owe her mother my life for back when we were younger and I guess I can pay her back by helping out Marla."

Dean smiled. "Any chance you could get a good word in for me with Marla."

"Idjit." Bobby said.

As Marla put the key into the key hole and turned unlocking the front door. She swiftly pulled the key out and placed it back into her pocket. Once she put her hand on the door handle she quickly twisted it not knowing that as she did she caused air to get inside the burning Roadhouse; the flames were low and hardly visible, just the way the Uria wanted, it'd take its' next victim and its next victim was Marla.

"NO!" Bobby bellowed as the Roadhouse exploded into flames, the orange and yellow flames devoured Marla, her skin melted off, her eyes wide as she died screaming in agony. Sam stopped talking halfway on the call.

Bobby tried to run across to help her but Dean pulled him back just in time, Bobby yelled and tried to fight Dean off and he did but he knew himself it was too late, he stopped short.

He was close enough to see the Uria, it turned it's head as if curious as to what Bobby was staring at Bobby took a flask filled with Holy water and as he opened it he clumsily dropped it. In desperation he threw the dirt the water had landed on at the Uria.

The Uria screeched as it was hit. "Son of a bitch."

"Dirt and Holy water." Dean said. He took a chunk of dirt and poured a bit of Holy Water down on it and threw as best he could. The Uria fell back still screaming.

Sam continued with the call. "The Roadhouse has blown up … uh… there's a crazy fire out here, please hurry!"

Sam joined in and within seven minutes the cops were coming and just in time too, they had managed to kill the Uria as best that they could all they needed was some liquid luck, water.

As the fire fighters turned on the hose Dean got his hand in front of it and let the water pass through his crucifix. The firemen told him to get away and he did once the Uria had finally turned into smoke.

The firemen watched as violet smoked danced and faded. "What the hell was that?" One of them said, the fire was quickly put out and they all stood in a daze. "What…?" They lifted their helmets and watched the anomalous scene before them.

"Come on." Dean said to Bobby. Bobby nodded tears in his eyes, face red with anger.

"Is it dead?" Sam asked.

"It doesn't matter." Bobby said bitterly and slipped into the back seat.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Dean asked as Bobby got into his car.

"I'm fine." He said. "I just need to go home and sleep it off."

"Bobby, I'm sorry." Sam said. "I should have gone with her."

"Don't be sorry, we ganked the son of a bitch that did it right, now let's just go." Bobby slammed his door.

Bobby drove home with Sam and Dean driving behind him they were back at his house a few hours later, Sam and Dean would have stayed but Tom Baker, their dad's old hunting buddy called and needed a hand so they left.

Bobby sat alone in the house feeling sick to his stomach at what just happened. Once the Impala's engine faded along with the boys Bobby got up and went into his kitchen. "How long do I have to keep this up?" He asked her.

"A few more weeks, I couldn't have them nosing around." Marla replied. "They wouldn't understand, especially since I burnt down the Roadhouse while Ash was in it."

"Did you really have no idea he was there?" Bobby asked.

"No, I thought he would tag along with Jo and Ellen." She walked over to where he stood. "I know you don't want to do what I'm making you do, but Bobby, it'll be over before you know it."

Marla pulled Bobby down a bit and kissed him. "I'm old Mary."

"It's Marla now, remember..." She smiled. "And like I told you I am so much more older than you are Bobby Singer. So much older." She slipped away and went to sit in Bobby's study. "Oh," She said. "I need your help fixing my bike, it blew up in the fire." She put her fingers between her lips and whistled the cherry-red Harley Davidson rammed down Bobby's door and settled itself weakly onto the Study room floor. "Sorry about the door." She said. "I'll fix it."

Sorry, I know it's a bit rushed and sloppy again but I wanted to get this over with it was eating me up inside! Review? :)