Amelia woke up to the first few rays of sunlight filtering through the trees. Her shoulder hurt like hell. She dry swallowed her pain pills, and stood, brushing the grass off her back. Awesome. She couldn't wait to ditch the town. Just bad memories and pain left. She texted Sam, and ate her breakfast at a random restaurant. He texted back just as she finished her coffee.
Meet at hotel?
Sure, be there in a half hour.
See you then.
Amelia finished her breakfast, and fetched the car from the storage. After filling with gas, she drove to the motel. Dean's Impala sat by itself, so she pulled up beside. The cars looked sort of nice, sitting side by side. Some vintage car gathering or something. Amelia jogged up to the room, and knocked. Sam opened.
"Hey, morning."
She nodded, with a small smile.
"Dean's in the shower. Listen, yesterday, we called up the cops, told them the location of the warehouse where the bodies are. If you want to stick around for the funerals-"
"Nah," she interrupted him with a shrug. "Already seen 'em dead."
"Fair enough."
Dean wandered out of the bathroom in a pair of jeans and nothing else. Aside from a weird symbol tattooed over his heart, he had a very nice chest. She couldn't help but admire it.
"Whoa, Sammy, tell me when we have visitors?" Dean pulled on a t-shirt, and a plaid long-sleeved shirt over that.
Amelia raised an eyebrow, and he gave her a charming smile that seemed to be almost involuntary. Dean picked up an oddly shaped amulet from the dresser, and hung it around his neck.
"Ready to ditch town?" he glanced out the window. "Wow, nice Firebird, yours?"
"My father's," she answered, in a clipped tone.
"Sweet ride. But honestly, we should be leaving. Police will start suspecting us pretty soon, once they find out the IDs were crap. You want to bring your car along?"
"I guess."
"Follow us to Bobby's then," Dean grabbed his bag, and slung it over his shoulder. "Sam, let's move."
Sam grabbed his own stuff, computer bag, backpack, duffel, and followed his brother out, stowing their things in the Impala.
Dean wandered around the Firebird, admiring it. "Very nice ride," he told Amelia. "Whatever else he wasn't, your dad knew cars, wow! '77?"
"'78."
"The Impala's going to get jealous, Dean," Sam told him, smirking.
"Aw, baby knows she's the only car for me, just have to admire this fine set of wheels."
He patted the hood. "Let's rooolll!" Dean hopped into his car and cranked his music up. "Try to keep up! No bathroom breaks every ten miles."
Sam rolled his eyes, and climbed in the passenger seat. Amelia hopped in the Firebird, and peeled out of the parking lot behind Dean, who seemed determined to break every speed limit on the road. She cranked her own music up, and sang at the top of her lungs to whatever song she knew. Near noon, Dean pulled off the interstate into a little town and rolled into a diner. He devoured a burger and fries, Sam nibbled at a salad, and Amelia ate her sandwich without too much enthusiasm. After lunch, Sam chose to ride with Amelia.
After a while of riding in relative silence and complete awkwardness, the music playing quietly, Sam spoke up.
"How are you doing?"
Amelia swallowed, hand tightening on the wheel briefly. "I'm fine." He was really going to do this?
"Your family was killed," Sam said, softly. "You just found out the world has monsters in it."
She didn't reply for a while, just staring straight ahead, steering by reflex. "Look, Sam," she started, then paused, searching for the right words, "I've known you for like two days." No way she was spilling her soul to him.
"Yea, I know. It's just... When people find out about this world, they tend to just wall up. Half the time, hunters are hermits, paranoid, violent even; most of them don't trust other hunters, let alone civilians. I just want you to know you can trust us."
She never replied, just kept driving. Sam sighed, and settled in for a long, quiet ride.
A few awkward hours later, Amelia followed the Impala under a rather ominous looking iron sign proclaiming Singer Salvage. They parked in front of a ratty old house, decorated mainly with hubcaps and old leaves. She followed Sam and Dean to the door, and trailed after them into the house. Her first impression was books, books everywhere. Then whiskey, dust, and week old delivery pizza. Amelia swallowed.
Then she saw Bobby behind his desk. Older, with a baseball hat that had probably been new when Vietnam was all over the news. Scruffy.
"Hello boys," he said, gruffly, and stood to walk over to them. "And hello to you, too."
He offered a hand to Amelia. "I'm Bobby Singer."
He smelled like grease and whiskey. She suddenly had to choke back her gag reflex, and tried to keep her breathing even. But she swallowed yet again, and shook his hand. "Amelia," she said, very quietly. "Or any nickname you can make from it."
"Any nickname?" Dean looked intrigued, and started mumbling under his breath as he walked to the fridge. "How about Meeli?" He smirked, like he had done something very clever, and took a couple beers from the fridge, tossing one to Sam. "Or Lee?" He cracked open his beer. "Um. Haha. Um."
"Beer, Amelia?" Bobby asked, ignoring Dean.
She shrugged, but accepted the bottle.
"So ya wanna be a hunter?" Bobby's bright eyes studied her from the shadow of his hat.
"Just want to know what's out there," she muttered, taking a swig from her beer to steady herself.
"You're welcome to stay for a couple weeks, just to see how things work. We'll see from there."
Amelia nodded, glancing around what she could see of the house. Books were piled everywhere, dirty dishes in the sink. Dust lay in sheets. Faded burgandy wallpaper covered the walls, with minor tears and scratches.
"You can stay in the spare bedroom I guess. Have yer stuff?"
"I'll grab my bags," she took a generous swallow of her beer, and set the bottle on the table. When she was outside, she found herself taking huge breaths of the air. The air inside stifled her with the closeness. The smell of liquor and grease and machinery was far too close. But Amelia was nothing if not stubborn. She grabbed her backpack and duffel, and walked back in.
"Bedroom's upstairs," Bobby told her, "I'll show ya."
After surveying the room, she tossed her things on the floor, glancing at the two beds, which seemed relatively clean. "Are you sure the guys won't want the beds?"
"They'll probably be takin' off soon. Found a hunt for em, I'm sure they'll take it."
She followed Bobby downstairs again, where Sam had his computer out on the kitchen table and was sipping a beer. Dean seemed to have fallen asleep on the couch, still wearing his boots, with his arm thrown over his head.
"Think I found a hunt for you boys," Bobby told Sam quietly. He tossed a newspaper clipping on the table.
Sam picked it up, and read over it. "Animal attacks? Could be our thing."
Bobby shrugged. "It's not too far away, wouldn't hurt you two to check it out. Don't mean much with only two killin's, but the lunar cycle seems to match up. Could be a werewolf."
"And the next full moon is this week," Sam sighed. "Alright, we'll check it out." He glanced at his brother. "If Dean gets a good nap, he can drive all night to get us there."
Amelia leaned against the countertop, sipping her beer. "So werewolves. People really turn into wolves during a full moon?"
Sam's jaw tightened, and he returned to his computer, leaving Bobby to explain.
"Technically not. Their teeth and fingernails extend, so they can do some damage, but they don't turn into a wolf. They're just folks that turn wolfish 'round a full moon."
He wandered into the next room, and she heard a few minor thumps. Soon he came back with a dusty book. "Here, might as well start learnin' right off."
Amelia took the oversized book in both hands. It seemed ancient, with a cracked leather cover and yellowed pages.
"Ya can't trust everything ya find in books, but that's the best damn book on werewolves I ever come across. Start readin'."
Yay Bobby! I have to admit I've been a Bobby fan since the first scene with the flasks of holy water and whiskey, so I always knew he'd be in any fan-fics I wrote. Let me know if you think I could improve anything! :)