"About time" Sam said once he opened the door. "Look who just arrived"
Sam stepped aside to show Bobby standing in the middle of the room with a pleasant smile on his face. Blaire felt a wave of joy splash over her as she ran over to Bobby and gave him a hug. She closed her eyes and took in the scent of cigarettes, cologne, and leather as she felt him squeeze her tight against him. When they broke the hug, Bobby traced his thumb onto her cheek and made her realize that she was crying.
"How are you, sweetheart?" Bobby said. "You've been on one hell of a rollercoaster since the last time I saw you"
Blaire couldn't answer at the moment as she gave a sheepish grin and shrugged. She was really starting to hate herself right about now. The old Blaire should've called for back-up instead of letting Dean and Bobby worry about her. Now, it just seems like this whole thing was too much for her to take.
"I've been better" Blaire answered. "Have you found anything out? We've been looking into everything, Bobby. We could really use some good feedback right about now. We're dying to know anything"
"Blaire, I-"
"Don't have anything" Blaire sighed. "I knew it, Bobby. I'm sorry that you had to come all the way out here for that"
She turned away from him and ran her hand through her hair as she sat down at the bed. Dean walked over to her and rubbed her back in a slow, circular motion. Blaire closed her eyes and tried to relax but even though she remembers everything about her childhood and nothing was put out of place, she still felt empty with missing 20 days of her life. She never for a second thought that just those days would mean so much to her.
"Actually, I did find something" Bobby spoke up.
Dean looked over to Bobby, "Why didn't you say so, Bobby! You got her worried sick!"
"Well, I didn't find anything" Bobby finished.
"Then what, Bobby?" Sam asked. "You just said you found something. Now you're changing your story?"
"It wasn't me who found out-"Bobby started.
"Then who, Bobby?" Blaire jumped up from her seat. "Tell me who knows!"
"Will you let me finish?" Bobby asked, impatiently. "Bijan has ran into this beforehand and was in the neighborhood when I heard from you guys"
"Who the hell is Bijan, Bobby?" Dean asked. "We don't do well with strangers, Bobby, remember?"
"I know who Bijan is" Blaire spoke up. "We teamed up a couple of times-"
"You teamed up with someone, Blaire?" Dean turned to Blaire. "Why didn't you think about asking me, Blaire?"
"Man, are we going to get into this now?" Sam asked. "I really want to know who this Bijan is"
"Bijan is a Persian Hunter" Blaire informed. "He works by himself most of the time but every now and then he will pop up"
"Great" Dean sighed. "Another hotshot"
"What makes you say that?" Blaire looked up at him.
"Would you two knock it off" Sam cut in.
"Bijan has a couple of things he needs to do" Bobby informed.
"So he's not going to answer us right away?" Blaire asked. "Why didn't I call him first?"
"He is coming here once he is done, Blaire" Bobby told her.
"He's coming here, Bobby?" Dean looked almost as stunned as a perplexed deer in the middle of the road.
"He says he'll be here around midnight at the latest" Bobby told them.
Blaire nodded in understanding and continued to talk to Bobby about this Bijan. Dean couldn't help but look to his brother for some kind of guidance. Sam only did a slight shrug and looked out of the window as if to say that he wasn't part of this. So much for being the loyal little brother that he so desperately needed.