Chapter Four- Sis Fic

The impala pulled dramatically into Singer Salvage less than forty-five minutes later. Dean had always been a fast driver, but he'd been particularly reckless in fear of losing control again, because he refused to crash his Baby.

"I do believe I am beginning to understand motion sickness." Came a breathless but unmistakably snarky remark from the back seat.

"Shut up, Angel Face." Dean, couldn't retain his relief at not crashing. Castiel let it drop, and all three hurried in to Bobby's.

After a quick explanation, any calm they'd felt slipped away with Bobby's dire expression. He had been everything to them for years now, mentor, doctor, confidante, father. He had survived decades longer than most hunters, and with every interaction he had with the unluckiness of the Winchesters he just felt that they would be the death of him. Strangely, he didn't mind. What he did mind was what they'd do without him. Idjits.

Isabella unpacked her groceries, turned the radio on, and made her way back to her computer. She smiled as she pulled the sticky note off of her monitor, very happy with herself for writing down the idea for this sweet-hearted one-shot. She normally didn't go for sis-fics, but she was sure this one was special.

Bobby adjusted his hat and gave each one of his boys an intense look, "Well, beats me. I'da put my money on a trickster or a witch. Best we can do is hit the books." He gave Cas an apologetic look, then went off to grab half a library worth of lore books. Sam followed helpfully.

Dean turned to Cas, "So, uh, it's good you're here. I'm sure you can translate stuff even Bobby's shaky on." His voice was overly peppy.

Castiel gave him a mild "screw you." look. "Dean, you do not need to placate me."

Dean mumbled something unintelligible as Bobby and Sam walked back in, encumbered by dust-laden, semi-decayed books.

Isabella didn't believe in long chapters, she told herself that it was because the average person's attention span wasn't very big but truth be told, she was the one that was a bit attention deficit. She had trouble focusing on just one story at a time. She perfunctorily double checked her spelling, and posted. There was a very short moment where she wondered to herself whether or not she needed to get a life, but she shrugged it away.

Castiel, Sam and Dean disappeared. No warning, no flutter of wings, and certainly no calm reaction from Bobby. He didn't have long to cuss, because the front door burst open a moment later.

"SHUT UP DEAN!" Absolute rage filled the voice.

Bobby's jaw nearly dropped when a young lady stormed in, followed by Sam and Dean. It was something out of a reject sci-fi movie. The brother's walked jerkily, faces red with the effort of trying to force their feet to cooperate. They were losing.

The girl, well, she looked like Mary. Bobby had only ever seen one photo of John's late wife, but this girl looked like her. She had Dean's green eyes, and was currently angry as all-get-out. She also happened to be translucent.

"Jerk-face! I am an adult, and will NOT be treated like a china-doll!" She turned around, casting a ghostly stare at Dean.

Dean tried biting his lips shut, but for the second time, he was riding the passenger seat in his own body, "Jesus, Jenna, I know how old you are! What I don't know is why you have suddenly become suicidal!"

Bobby stepped forward, his eyes bugging out as he experienced the Winchester's newest mystery first-hand. "Now calm down! What the Hell happened?" His eyes crossed as he attempted to glare at his betraying mouth.

Sam stepped forward, nearly losing balance as he struggled uselessly, "Bobby, she nearly got herself killed against a demon."

"I was trying to get information!" She crossed her spectral arms petulantly.

"And you were in such a hurry you screwed up the damn devil's trap! How basic is that! What were you thinking?" Dean spoke through clenched teeth. He seemed pleased with the progress. At least the words were getting garbled.

The hologram-esque young lady didn't seem to notice. "Dean, I was just... he was talking about-"

"It doesn't matter what it said, Jen. Demons lie! You shouldn't let it bother you!" Sam's voice cracked like an old man as he refused to give up struggling.

Her green eyes glittered like acid, "Take your own advice Sammy, before you start preaching it to me. How is Ruby doing by the way?"

A moment's dramatic pause, and she dissipated right as everyone else took a collective breath of release.

"Well... Hell." Bobby's reaction was much calmer than Sam and Dean's had been the first time around.

"So, what exactly do you think could cause something like that?" Dean was still trying to catch his breath.

A soft noise, and Castiel was standing in front of them, a look of concern on his face. "What happened?"

"Well I see you found your wings. Funny, I didn't hear any bells." Dean's smart-ass reflexes tended to go into overdrive when he was frustrated.

"Where the Hell were you?" Bobby frowned as he made his way to his books. He hated not knowing what was happening.

"Tanzania." This answer received nothing more than frowns, "Not by my choice, I assure you."

"Well, what took you so long?" Dean was calming down, but he wasn't quite ready to start researching like Sam and Bobby.

"I was... disoriented." Cas seemed to decide that that was all he would contribute to the subject and walked over to the stack of books, picking up the most decrepit specimen and diving into it.

Isabella yawned hugely, her ears popping in protest. She shut down the computer, called a cheery, "Goodnight!" down the hall to a roommate that didn't respond, and was asleep within ten minutes. Tomorrow was Saturday, no classes. She could conceivably spend the whole day writing. What a comforting thought.

The night proceeded like most nights at the musty Singer house. Cheep beer and old books. Whatever was going on, had completely stumped the Winchester brothers, and whenever Bobby attempted an answer, Castiel quickly and logically shut him down. Everyone's spirits started to sink. Well, everyone except Cas, who was clearly enjoying the return of his angelic abilities.

By four thirty, when they decided to call it a night, they were no closer than when they had started.

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