Chapter 9

Author's Note: I don't own anything of Supernatural, except for the DVDs. That's it. I am making no money from this; I'm simply experimenting with writing styles.

"Balls!"

I sit up in the backseat of the car. Doing that tugs pretty bad at some of the stitches in my chest. "What's up, Bobby?"

He glances at me through the rearview mirror. "Your brother ain' pickin' up."

"Does he ever?" I have to adjust myself a little, my back hurts.

"I called him earlier, while you were in the bathroom changing."

"And?"

"Wouldn't return my messages. All I got was a text sayin' he was 'taking precautions.'"

"I'll have to swing by for a visit, I guess."

I called Bill after I got settled in at Bobby's place, made sure he was still safe. I told him I was okay; my uncle was taking care of me while I recovered from my injuries and making sure I made my meetings. He was shocked to hear about John and his "cult." The fact that his best friend had killed six people, and then tried to kill me, really rocked him. He said the Walking Wounded center would have to shut down for a while and that he was going to take a vacation to clear his head.

Bobby's making breakfast; smells like bacon and pancakes.

I tried calling Dad last night, but he just won't pick up. It's been two weeks since I got out of the hospital and there's no word from him, other than a voicemail saying he was checking out some ghost thing out in Jericho, California.

I can't stay anymore. I need to get Sammy away from Stanford before the demons realize where he is. Dad's not gonna do shit, obviously, so it's up to me.

Wait, that's my phone. "Hello?"

"Dean…I…."

Reception on this thing is shit. "Hello? Dad?" Fucking phone. I'll let voicemail get it.

"Dean! Breakfast."

"Comin,' Bobby."

Dude, what time is it? Phone's buzzing at this hour? Jesus, hold your horses. Damn it, just the voicemail. Dad again. Might as well listen.

"Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger."

Shit.

Wait. I heard something. Need to slow this down.

"…I can never go home..."

The fuck?

Cryptic messages and EVPs. Nice.

Sammy's got a giant demon target on his back, Dad's gone and a spooky chick's on the playback.

Looks like I'm back in business.