The impala finally drove over the the gravel of Bobby's driveway. Dean slowed the car, continuing to decrease speed every second that passed. Everyone looked around Bobby's proporty uncomfortably. The demons, the angels, the whatever... the odds are they know the Winchester's have arrived, and could jump them at any given moment. Dean finally slowed to a screechy stop, but kept the engine running.
He looked at Sam, then turned around to Castiel and Melinda. "His eyes shifted back and forth to the three. "I'm willing to bet there are some nasty sons of bitches out there who are itching to snag us." Dean paused and looked out the windshield. "Don't run, you'll draw attend to ourselves." He looked at Sam. He nodded. Dean then looked at Melinda, sending her vibes of luck and love. He then looked up at Castiel. "You hold her hand." He pointed at his sister then turned around. Castiel looked down at Melinda without a hint of emotion. His hand suddenly gravitated over top of Melinda's hand, then dropped, wrapping his palm around her fingers.
Melinda closed her eyes to slow her thrashing heart. Melinda sought relief that an angel was holind her hand, but she wasn't nervous for herself as much as she was nervous for her brothers. She looked out the window at Bobby's house in the near distance. Never before has it seemed so far away.
Dean killed the motor, then took his keys. His hands slid over the door handle and took a breath. "Let's go!" He shouted quickly. His door sprung open and out he leapt. Sam followed, as well as Melinda. Her and Castiel crawled out of the back as quickly as they could. The next thing they knew, they were all walking in a line. Melinda gripped Castiel's hand as she looked around the empty fields. There was no wind, the trees didn't budge, nothing made a sound. The sky above was an endless ocean of grey that loomed over the world, and it didn't settle right with Melinda.
The Winchester's picked up their pace as they reached the halfway point. It felt like an hour until they reached Bobby's front porch. When they finally got there, Dean pounded on the door. "Bobby, it's us!" he shouted at the wooden door. They heard footsteps ckeaing on the floors inside, then the door peeled open, revealing a relieved Bobby. "It's about time." He mubbled, stepping back fromt he door, letting the Winchester's in.
Except Castiel. His back turned to the door, looking out at the stretch of Bobby's proporty. His teeth clenched, and his fists ridged. Castiel looked deep into nothingness, just staring, watching, listening. Bobby and the Winchester's looked at him nervously. Melinda stepped towards him. "Cas?" He tugged on his sleeve. He didn't budge. Melinda followed his eyes and she too looked at the empty fields. "What is it?" She asked quietly.
Castiel squinted slightly, stepping back. "Something's out there." He finally replied. Melinda looked back at her brothers and Bobby. Everyone looked at one another uneasily. Bobby cleared his throat. "Well, duh, it's the apocalpyse! Now get inside before something gets ya." Bobby commanded. Dean and Sam walked through the doorway first, followed by Melinda. She turned back to Castiel just in time to watch him turned around and stepped through the door.
Bobby shut the door, then locked it. "I'm guessing we don't have much time. Dean, go unlock the panic room, get it ready for us. Sam, the kitchen, find any food you can salvage. Mel, help me with these salt bags." He gestured swiftly to Melinda. She gravitated over to Bobby and hauled the heavy bags of rock salt to the middle of the room in a pile. Bobby then stood up straight and looked at Castiel.
"So, you say something's out there. Wanna tell us what so we can prepare?"
Castiel slowly turned his head to Bobby, gazing at him absently. "I don't know. I just feel a presence." He replied softly.
"Well, a good presence, a bad presence? What?!" Bobby rushed his words.
Castiel fully turned around to face Bobby, then proceeded to take a step to him. He stared coldly at Bobby. "At this point, nothing is good."
Melinda watched Bobby and Cas converse from the side. She stayed perfectly quiet, not knowing what to say, not knowing what side she's on. Not knowing what's going to happen at all. Just then, Dean merged from the basement, panting slightly from climbing. "Panic room's ready." He told everyone. Bobby looked at Castiel one more time, then walked over to Dean. "Fantastic, not help your brother with the food." He pointed to the kitchen. Dean was hestiant to go.
"Bobby, what's going to happen when we run out? Draw straws to see who's going for a pizza run?" Dean said sarcastically. Bobby sighed. "One problem at a time, boy."
Bobby then turned to Melinda. "Put salt around the windows and doors." He commanded. Melinda went right to it. She untied the elastic around one bag of salt. She picked it up then went to the window. Quickly, she poured out the salt in a straight line across the window sill.
Sama nd Dean came from the kitchen. Their arms full cans, boxes and bags of fruit. They both set it all down on Bobby's desk by the fire. Bobby simply looked at it in disgust. Dean and Sam shared a woreid look. "This was all you had." Sam defended.
Melinda finally went to the door, but set down the bag first. She looked at everyone. "I wonder what other hunters are doing right now." She threw a topic in the circle. But before anyone had a chance to repsond, the door had kicked in. Bits of wood went flying everywhere. Melinda screamed as something wrapped its arm around her neck. The next thing she knew, some cold and blunt was pressed around her head. It was a gun, she could tell.
Her eyes widend to her family. Everyone stood perfectly still. Their faces made Melinda nervous. "Guys.." She said weakly. Her breathing matched her thrashing heart. There in the doorway stood three people, all armed. But not just people, their eyes were pitch black.
"Demons." Dean raised his voice. "Bingo." The one holding Melinda said. The demon looked at everyone, then at Castiel. She cackled as she laughed. "Look who's home." She eyed Castiel up and down. Castiel took a step foreward with anger beaming from his eyes. "Woah woah woah," The demon backed up, pressing the gun closer to Melinda's head. "You might wanna put a leash on God's little bitch over here." She gestured at Castiel.
Castiel stepped back, angered but unable to do anything. Dean stepped foreward a little, and soon all the attention was on him. "What do you want?" He asked firmly. The demons smiled at him. "I think you know." They turned their heads to Sam. "We want your brother."