Weekend at Bobby's Part 2

Bobby was on the phone with Rufus.

"You're still alive, huh," Rufus said over the phone.

"Don't act so surprised." Bobby rolled his eyes.

"How about Godzilla?" Rufus asked.

"Put her down." Bobby shrugged.

"So you just happened to have a bamboo dagger blessed by a Shinto priest laying around?" Rufus scoffed.

"Woodchipper." Bobby corrected.

Rufus paused for a moment. "Oh, okey dokey. Wood chipper, that—that pretty much trumps everything."

Bobby nodded and there was a pause between them.

"Look, listen, Bobby, thank you," Rufus said sincerely. "I screwed up."

"Forget it." Bobby shrugged. "I figure I still owe you more than you owe me."

"Alrighty, then add one more thing to the list," Rufus replied. "I got a lead on your boy Crowley."

Bobby grabbed a pencil.

"Aka Fergus Roderick MacLeod," Rufus explained. "Born in Canisbay, Scotland, 1661."

"Great," Bobby replied. "I don't know what that's gonna get me."

"Alright. Well, then, behind door number two, Bob, Crowley had a son." Rufus replied.

Bobby raised a brow, interested. "Did he now?"

"Yeah, by the name of Gavin," Rufus replied. "Moved across the pond when his parents bit it. Captained a trading ship that went down in Massachusetts in 1723." He added. "Couple of Cousteau wannabes found the wreck about 30 years ago."

"They fish out his bones?" Bobby asked.

"No. No. They did find his signet ring though." Rufus replied. "It's part of the 'Treasures from the Deep' exhibit at the Maritime Museum at Andover."

"I need that ring," Bobby replied.

"Oooh. Oooh, are you, um—you askin' for my help, Bob?" Rufus asked.

Bobby looked at the phone like he wished he could strangle it.

"Bobby?" Rufus asked.

Bobby looked irritated. "I'm asking for a ring. And I'd appreciate your help getting it."

Rufus chuckled. "I'm way ahead of you, brother. I'm headed for Andover now. I should be there by midnight." He explained. "You're, um…you're thinking hostage exchange, aren't you?" he asked. "I mean, you get this ring, you can summon Junior's ghost. Get the ghost, you can swap Crowley his son for your soul."

"Something like that." Bobby sighed.

"Let's hope that works out."

~/~\~

Bobby opened the refrigerator to get the cobbler Marcy made him. He picked up a knife to a cut a slice when his phone rang. He put down the knife to answer the phone. The caller ID said 'John P. Jones'.

"Dean." Bobby greeted. "You alright?"

~/~\~

Dean and Angela sat at the table in their motel room. Dean had his phone on speaker.

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Yeah, the Lamia grilled up fine."

"I sense a 'but' coming on," Bobby replied.

Angela swallowed thickly. "It's Sam, Bobby." Her voice cracked slightly. "He's just—he's different."

Dean nodded in agreement. "You know, I get it. You go through something like that and—and you change."

"But something's not right, Bobby." Angela continued. She saw Sam outside the motel talking on the phone. "It's not…It doesn't really seem like Sam."

~/~\~

Bobby heard the other line beeping and checked the caller ID. "Dean, Angie…"

"We got a few questions…" Dean interrupted. "About that year. You saw him and we didn't."

"I got another call." Bobby sighed.

~/~\~

Dean's brows furrowed. "You what?"

"Just hang on," Bobby replied. "I got to take this." Bobby sighed. "It's important."

Dean laughed slightly. "More important than Sam?" he asked. He heard a click on the line. "Bobby?" he frowned.

Angela sighed and ran her hands through her hair.

~/~\~

Bobby could hear sirens over the phone. "Rufus?"

~/~\~

Rufus was driving extremely fast with police sirens and lights flashing behind him.

"The good news is I snagged the ring, Bobby." He said. "However…"

~/~\~

Bobby sighed. "Tell me that ain't—

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Rufus replied. "Three guesses and one of them—it ain't the paramedics."

Bobby listened helplessly.

"Listen, Bobby," Rufus said. "I gotta stash this ring."

"Well, don't swallow it," Bobby replied.

Rufus paused. "Right!" he exclaimed. "I'm swallowing it, Bobby!"

"Don't swallow it!" Bobby yelled. He sighed when he heard Rufus swallowing, then drinking something. "Dammit."

"Oh, hell," Rufus muttered.

"Hands where I can see them!" a police officer could be heard.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Rufus exclaimed. "That is unnecessary force! I know my rights!"

Bobby hung up on Rufus and clicked back to Dean and Angela.

"Still there?" Bobby asked.

~/~\~

Dean ran a hand over his face. "Bobby, what the hell?"

~/~\~

Bobby looked annoyed. "I, uh—sorry."

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"You know you and Angie are the two people that I can talk to about this stuff, about Sam, about leaving Lisa and Ben," Dean replied. "I mean I don't—I don't even know which way is up right now."

"We're barely keeping it together here, Bobby." Angela sighed.

There was silence.

"Bobby?" Dean asked. "Hello?"

"I-I hear you, guys," Bobby replied over the phone. "I-it just ain't a good time."

"Yeah, okay." Dean scoffed slightly. "Forget it. I mean, we're baring our freaking souls here, and, uh—and you've got stuff to do. So that is—that's fine. That's fine but, seriously, a little selfish. Not all about you."

"Dean." Angela chastised.

~/~\~

Bobby leaned forward, anger etched on his face. "Where's Sam?"

~/~\~

Dean looked at Angela, confused.

"He's outside," Angela answered.

~/~\~

"Get him," Bobby demanded. He poured himself a drink as Dean fetched Sam.

"We're all here, Bobby," Dean said.

"Sam. Dean. Angie." Bobby sighed. "I love you like my own. I do. But sometimes…" he paused to take a long drink. "Sometimes…you three are whiniest, most self-absorbed people I ever met! I'm selfish? Me?" he ranted. "I do everything for you! Everything! You need some lores scrounged up, you need your asses pulled out of the fire, you need someone to bitch to about each other!"

~/~\~

Sam looked at Dean and Angela, puzzled.

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"You call me and I come through every damn time!" Bobby snapped. "And what do I get for it? Jack with a side of squat!"

"Bobby—

"Do I sound like I'm done?" Bobby cut Dean off. "Now look. I know you've got issues." He paced the room. "God knows I know. But I got a news flash for you. You ain't the center of the universe! Now, it may have slipped your mind that Crowley owns my soul! And the meter is running! And I will be damned if I'm going to sit around and—and be damned! So how about you three sack up and help me for once?"

~/~\~

"Bobby, all-all you got to do is ask," Sam replied.

"Anything you need…we're there." Dean assured.

"And seriously…thank you. For everything, Bobby." Angela added.

~/~\~

Bobby, still cooling off, shook his head.

~/~\~

Bobby leaned on a car, arms crossed, waiting. Sheriff Mills drove up, put the patrol car in park and turned off the engine.

"I got a call from Marcy Wards." She commented. "Seems she had a little 'home invasion'? Told her I'd look into it." She added. She smiled slightly. "Didn't bother filing a report."

"Thanks," Bobby replied. He took a deep breath. "I need a favor."

"Luther Vandros show up?" Sheriff Mills asked. "Tell him I'm a fan."

"His real name is Rufus Turner," Bobby replied. "He's being held in Andover, Mass." He added. "On a burglary charge. I need you to get him extradited here."

"Extradited?" Sheriff Mills asked. "Extradited for what?"

"Murder," Bobby said bluntly.

Sheriff Mills laughed, then realized the Bobby wasn't joking. "You're not joking? Do you have any idea what it takes to extradite a prisoner? I'd need a court order, permission from the DA…I-I would have to call in every marker I've got and hand out a few to boot."

"So you're saying there's a chance," Bobby said.

"And if by some miracle we can get him here, then what?" Sheriff Mills asked. "Then your pal's here on a murder charge. How are you gonna get him out from under that one?"

"Let me handle the B side," Bobby assured.

Sheriff Mills laughed. "I like you, Bobby." She said sincerely. "But this could nuke my career."

Bobby sighed. "Look, I've done a lot for this town. Some you know about. Some you don't." he replied. "And I'm not really good at this whole asking for help thing but—

"I'm sorry, Bobby." Sheriff Mills sighed. "I can't." she shook her head. She started the patrol car and drove off.

~/~\~

Bobby poured himself a drink. He was about to take a drink when he heard knocking on the door. Bobby opened the door to see Sheriff Mills…with Rufus.

"Miss me?" Rufus smiled.

Rufus walked into Bobby's kitchen. Bobby looked in shock at Sheriff Mills.

"How did you—

Sheriff Mills shook her head. "Don't ask. You got one hour, then I call the feds and tell them he busted out."

"Thanks," Bobby said sincerely.

"I lose my job over this, I am taking it out on your ass!" she replied.

Sheriff Mills left as Bobby nodded to himself. Bobby then turned his attention to Rufus, who was looking around the kitchen.

"Please tell me the ring is still in your stomach," Bobby said.

Rufus fished in his pants pocket and produced the ring for Bobby. Bobby looked at the ring.

"I'll go boil some water." Bobby walked off.

"What?" Rufus shrugged.

~/~\~

Bobby poured a circle of salt and appeared to be performing a summoning spell.

"Amate spiritus oscorte tae quadaramos nobiscume quadre ahpule nos chikitara." He chanted.

Bobby threw something at a candle that made the flame flare high. Bobby could soon see his breath in front of him. There was a ghost flickering to his right. Bobby slowly turned to look at the spirit.

"Gavin MacLeod?" Bobby asked.

"Yes." Gavin nodded. "Is—is this hell?"

"That's gonna depend on you," Bobby replied. "You Fergus MacLeod's boy?" He raised a brow. He watched as Gavin nodded. "You and me…we're gonna have a nice long chat."

~/~\~

Bobby was performing another summoning ritual. This time Crowley showed up and he looked very annoyed.

"Well, you look like hammered crap," Bobby said.

"And you're a vision as always." Crowley sassed.

Bobby and Crowley looked each other over, then Crowley looked up to see that he was standing beneath a devil's trap.

"Don't we both know how this game ends?" Crowley sighed. "Really Bobby, you gotta know when to fold 'em."

"Word on the street is that ever since Lucifer went to the pokey, you're the big kahuna downstairs," Bobby said.

"I see you've been reading the trades." Crowley nodded.

"Trouble in paradise?" Bobby raised a brow.

"Mate. You…have no idea." Crowley got a glass and poured a drink he had brought himself. "I thought…when I got the corner office…" he dropped some antacid in the drink. "I thought it was all going to be rainbows and two-headed puppies. But, if I'm being honest, it's been hell." He took a drink.

"I thought that was the point." Bobby sassed.

Crowley finished his drink and put the glass on the table. "You know what the problem with demons is?"

"They're demons," Bobby said obviously.

"Exactly." Crowley nodded. "Evil lying prats. The whole lot of them. And stupid. Try to show them a—a new way, a better way. And what do you get?" he ranted. "Bugger all. You know, there are days that I think Lucifer's whole 'spike anything with black eyes' plan wasn't half bad. Hmm. Feels good to get it off my chest. We should make this a thing."

"Do I look like Dr. Phil to you?" Bobby asked sarcastically.

"A little." Crowley shrugged. "Anyhoo. Obviously not here for a social call. So on with it."

"I want—

Crowley grunted to interrupt and put up his hand. "Save you the recap. In fact, I'll do the shorthand for you." He pointed at Bobby and started imitating him. "I want my soul back, idjit." He said. He pointed to himself. "'Fraid not." He said. He pointed at Bobby again. "But I'm surly and I got a beard. Gimme! Blah, blah, blah. Homespun cornpone insult, the witty retort from yours truly. The bottom line is, you get bubkes. Are we done?"

"Just getting started," Bobby replied.

Bobby looked over to his left and Gavin appeared. Crowley looked startled. He looked at Gavin, then Bobby and back to Gavin.

"Gavin?" Crowley asked. "It—it's been so long. I love you so—sorry." Crowley broke. "Your soul for my boy, is that it, right? I've got to give you credit for thinking outside the box on that one, but, the problem is…I loathe the little bastard." Crowley added. "You want to torture him, just let me pull up a chair and watch. Hell, burn his bones and send him down to me and we can have a family reunion. That right, son? You picked the wrong bargaining chip this time, my friend."

"He ain't a chip," Bobby replied. "I was just using him to dig up dirt on you. And since Gavin hates you maybe even more than you hate him, he was more than happy to squawk."

Crowley narrowed his eyes. "What did you tell him, son?"

Gavin smiled wickedly. "Everything." He replied. He looked very satisfied then flickered out.

Bobby walked towards Crowley. "I know it all now. You may be king of dirtbags here but, in life, you were nothing but a two-bit tailor who sold his soul in exchange for an extra three inches below the belt."

Crowley shrugged. "Just trying to hit double digits." He replied. "So, you got a glimpse behind the curtain. And?"

"And now I know where you're planted," Bobby replied. He picked up a cellphone and tossed it at Crowley.

Crowley put the phone up to his ear.

"Hiya, Crowley," Dean said over the phone.

"Dean." Crowley greeted. "It's been a long time. We should get together."

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Dean had the phone on speaker. "Sure. We'll have to do that when I get back."

"Back?" Crowley asked over the phone, confused.

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "Me, Angie, and Sam—we've gone international. In fact, we're in your neck of the woods." He said, looking at the open grave.

"Did you really used to wear a skirt?" Angela asked.

"A kilt." Crowley corrected. "I had very athletic calves. What's the game?"

"Dominoes," Dean replied. "In fact, we just dug yours up."

Sam, Dean, and Angela looked down at a pile of bones.

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Crowley looked at Bobby. "This is ridiculous." He said. "The whole burning bones thing—it's a myth."

"I know an employee of yours who would disagree," Bobby replied.

"Huh," Crowley muttered. "That's where she got to."

"You demons." Bobby scoffed. "You think you're something special. But you're just spirits. Twisted, perverted, evil spirits. But, end of the day, you're nothing but ghosts with an ego. We torch your bones, you go up in flames."

Over the phone, Dean could be heard clicking a lighter. "You hear that Crowley?" he asked. "That's me flicking my Bic for you."

"Your bones for my soul." Bobby offered. "Going once…" he started. "Going twice."

Crowley tossed the phone to the ground. "Bollocks."

Crowley raised his palm to reveal the contract on Bobby's arms, he then turned his hand over and in a wiping motion began to erase the contract.

"You can go ahead and leave in the part about my legs," Bobby said.

Crowley rolled his eyes but did as he was told. The rest of the contract disappeared.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Bobby nodded.

"Now if you don't mind," Crowley said, looking up at the devil's trap over his head.

~/~\~

Sam, Dean, and Angela were still standing over Crowley's bones. Crowley appeared behind them carrying a bag.

"I believe those are mine," Crowley said, causing the three hunters to look at him.

"You know, now that I think about it, maybe I'll just napalm your ass anyhow." Dean glared.

Crowley just looked at Dean as Sam extinguished the flame of the lighter in Dean's hand.

"Dean, he's a dick, but a deal's a deal." Sam sighed.

Crowley walked past the hunters. "I don't need you to fight my battle for me, Moose. Get bent." He said as he inspected the bones and put them in the bag. "Now, if you'll excuse me. I have a little hell to raise." He said before disappearing.

~/~\~

"I appreciate you three lending a hand," Bobby said over the phone.

"Hey, any time we get to punk Crowley works for us," Angela replied.

"Yeah." Sam agreed.

"Still, knowing how much you love flying the friendly skies, I guess a nine-hour plane trip was no picnic," Bobby said. "What did you do, drink your way through it?"

"I was fine," Dean assured.

"No, he white-knuckled his way through four puke bags." Sam laughed.

"But at least I was sober." Dean defended. "If some nutjob decided to try something, I was ready. I had a fork."

Bobby laughed and then paused. "Listen." He said seriously. "Um, about the things I said earlier. I was in a tough spot and I-I guess I was—

"You were right, Bobby." Angela cut him off. "We take you for granted."

"You've been cleaning up our messes for years, Bobby," Dean replied. "Without you, I don't even want to think about where me, Sam, and Angie would've ended up."

Sam and Angela nodded in agreement.

Bobby was silent for a moment. "Okay then, let's roll credits on this chick flick." He cleared his throat. "You three have a safe flight. And, uh, try some of the local grub, I hear it's…exotic."

"Oh, yeah, no, definitely." Dean nodded. "We are. I hear they have an Olive Garden."

Sam looked at Dean and Angela rolled her eyes.

"Talk to you later, Bobby," Angela said before Sam hung up the phone.

A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'm currently working on 6x07, Family Matters, and I am so, so excited for you guys to read it. I'm not gonna spoil anything though ;) Don't forget to review!

~Emily