"You get your ass to Bobby's and you stay there. You hear me? We've got every damn demon in the state on our ass and the last thing we need is a damsel in distress."
"I should be coming up on his place in a minute." The wheel pulled in your hands as you glanced at the passenger's seat, eyeing the map Sam had marked up in haste. "And Dean, you call me a damsel again, and it's going to be me you have to run from."
"Just stay safe. Sam and I will be there in a few hours, to–"
You swore as the car bucked over a dip in the road, your phone jostled out from under your chin and sent skittering to the floor.
"Shit! Dean, dropped the phone! I'll call you back later!" you shouted.
You didn't dare take your eyes from the path. Twisted snarls of branches stretched out where they had fallen from October winds, and the way was dark, revealing itself only in the pale stare of your highbeams. You understood the point of secrecy, but couldn't this Bobby guy have picked an obscure apartment in the city? Maybe a nice townhouse in a gated community?
Finally, with another half a mile of forest put behind you, the yellow eyes of a cottage blinked through the trees. You pulled in noisily, letting the engine sputter and growl, giving Bobby fair warning of your arrival. Dean and Sam had called ahead, so he was bound to be on the alert, and you didn't need some trigger-happy old guy filling you with some buckshot as a howdy.
Those warm windows were about the prettiest damn things you had ever seen, and you wasted no time in racing to the door, eager to put some solid walls between you and the darkness.
"Bobby! It's me!" you called, banging on the door.
You saw the shadow of footsteps fill the crack below, and a series of locks chorused as they were twisted and plucked free of holdings.
"Oh, thank God," you exhaled as golden light bathed you clean of shadow.
"I wouldn't say that just yet," he replied, his eyes moving suspiciously between you and the car.
"I'm the one Sam called about. Sorry, this is a terrible introduction, but things got really messy back there. But don't worry, I wasn't followed." Without being asked, you pulled out a small bottle of holy water, and knocked it down faster than the finest shot of whisky. "Okay?"
That seemed to convince him, for he stepped aside, and you were quick to accept the invite.
"Where are the boys?" he asked, closing the door behind you.
"They won't be here for another few hours. But don't worry, they're safe."
You smiled, happy not only to find some much needed rest, but also to meet the man you had heard so much about from Sam and Dean.
"It's funny," you said, grinning, and he smiled pleasantly in return. "They never told me your were British."