Sam listened intently as Bobby explained. He kept putting in unimportant details. Finally when he stopped talking, Sam grew impatient. He needed to know that his twin sister was okay, was still alive.
"Bobby… What happened to her?" Bobby's face pained more than Sam thought possible. He looked to Dean who was holding back tears. To everyone else, he looked perfectly alright but Sam knew his brother well enough to know when he was fighting his emotions. Bobby wouldn't meet Sam's eyes. Sam felt his heart begin to beat faster in his chest.
"Bobby?" He felt anxious and needed an answer immediately. He got to his feet, making Dean look over at him. As soon as Sam stood up, the room began to spin. His eyes blurred and he felt as if he was going to fall. Right away he felt two bodies on each side of him and helped him to sit. He pushed them away.
"I'm fine. Just a dizzy spell." Sam blinked hard, trying to clear his vision. This wasn't the first time this has happened. Ever since the incident with Crowley, Sam has been getting dizzy spells. It just never was this bad. Sam looked at Bobby.
"So?" Bobby sighed at Sam's questioning face.
"I honestly do not know." Bobby looked guilty. He shook his head. "She snuck out. I told her she couldn't go on a hunt and she snuck out to do so." Bobby's voice shook.
"She never came back…" Bobby wouldn't look either boy in the eye. Sam felt his heart break. He just found out he had a sister, a twin sister and found out in the same day that she was no longer alive. As far as anyone knows. Dean hit the table with a raging fury, making everyone jump. He quickly wiped his eyes before storming out of the room. Sam watched him go as tears fell from his eyes. Bobby drank the rest of his beer before pouring himself some liquor. He poured Sam some as well when headlights washed over them through the window. Bobby looked at Sam who was staring at Bobby. Both jumped to their feet and grabbed a shotgun out of the gun cabinet Bobby keeps around the corner. Sam pushed himself against the wall and waited for Bobby to open the door. When he did, there was nobody there.
"Sam." Bobby called, looking dumbfounded. Sam looked out the door to see the Impala's taillights disappearing. Sam rolled his eyes when he heard a thump upstairs. Bobby tensed up and quietly shut the door. Sam was on his way up the stairs when the phone rang, making both guys jump. Bobby decided to get it to throw whoever was inside off-guard. He motioned to Sam to go up the stairs while he answered the call. Sam tiptoed up the stairs making sure to avoid all of the little creaks he knew were there. Once at the top, he pressed himself against the wall, gun loaded and ready when something in the shadows moved into the room. Sam aimed his gun as he hurried into the room just in time to see someone jump out of the window. He rushed to the window only to see nothing. Sam raced downstairs and threw open the door, Bobby on his heels. There was nobody around. Sam cursed himself for not catching whoever was there. He and Bobby made rounds and shut and locked all windows and doors, meanwhile pouring a thick line of salt at each crack. Sam heard the Impala right when the headlights turned off. He angrily opened the door to see Dean go to the passenger door and open it. Rain began to pour for the second time that day. Sam didn't realize until the clock next to him rang, but it was almost 1 in the morning. He remembered calling Bobby first thing the previous morning and didn't realize how tired he was. He had not slept in a while. Sam pushed that thought out of his head while he watched Dean help the other person get out of the Impala. Sam realized that it was a female and he rolled his eyes. Why would Dean bring some girl to Bobby's? Sam's heart fluttered for a moment before he jumped. Bobby put a hand on his shoulder.
"Who's he got now?" Bobby asked, squinting to see who Dean was bring up to them. Sam saw that Dean was practically carrying her as she leaned on him for support.
"Sam, help me." Dean called to his brother who immediately rushed down to help. He saw that the girl was holding a rag against her stomach that was dripping with blood. Sam gingerly helped Dean to get her onto the couch so they could patch her up. When Dean pushed the hair from her face, Sam recognized the girl. It was CC.
Dean was filled with rage. He just found out that his sister he never even knew about had not been seen or heard. He had to get out of the house. Dean decided to go out for a ride in his Impala while blaring ACDC. That usually calmed him down. While he was speeding down the road, he saw a bundle of clothes laying in the middle of the road. Dean pressed the accelerator to run over them when he spotted blonde hair. Dean slammed on the breaks and swerved to the right. All he heard right then were the screaming tires until he finally stopped. Dean ran toward the bundle and he saw a girl laying there, bloodied from something. She was unconscious and badly hurt. The hospital was close, but Bobby's was closer. Leaning down, Dean carefully put his arms under the girl. Just as he was about to lift her, she punched him in the nose.
"Ow, hey! Sonuvabitch!" Dean cursed, jumping back from her. Dean looked back to the girl whose blue eyes were wide in terror. Dean crouched down a ways away from her so he didn't get hurt.
"Hey, I know you!" Dean said, daring to edge closer.
"N-no you d-d-don't." The girl choked and wheezed. Dean moved right next to her, ignoring the pain in his nose.
"You're CC. You helped me with my flat tired just the other day." She looked at him.
"Okay, pay me that favor back then!" She commanded before clutching her stomach. Dean picked her up, this time she let him. Dean put her in the passenger seat of the Impala and grabbed the closet cloth and pressed it against CC's stomach.
"What happened to you?" Dean asked curiously as he made a U-turn. CC moaned against the pain of the car moving.
"You wunnit buhleeve me is I told juh." CC began to slur her words. Dean maneuvered the curves carefully as he made his way back to Bobby's. Dean smiled despite the situation. This girl would never believe his life.
"Try me sweetheart." Dean was curious as to what happened. He figured she was robbed or mugged or something.
"Domun." She was beginning to pass out. The cloth that Dean had found was already soaking up with blood.
"Wait, demon?" Dean looked at the girl who was close to passing out. She grunted to him. Dean pulled onto Bobby's property. Sam and Bobby were at the door staring at him. Dean hurried to the other side of his car and grabs the girl who was now barely conscious. He looked to Sam who was staring at him looking like a lost puppy.
"Sam, help me." Sam came to his side immediately and helped him to put CC on the couch. Dean felt bad for the girl and brushed her hair from her face. He looked up and saw that Sam recognized her. Dean patted Sam on the back while Bobby stood at the door. He looked at the girl.
"Who…. Who is she?" Bobby asked, his voice pitched up a bit.
"Just a girl that helped us earlier in the week." Dean said, not noticing the voice pitch. Bobby walked up to her and took a deep breath. Dean noticed.
"Bobby, you okay?" He nodded.
"Looks like demons got to her." Bobby immediately got to work on fixing the girl up.