The Winchester boys' POV…
Earlier:
The shrill ring of Sam's cell phone shattered the silence of the '67 Chevy Impala.
"It's Bobby," said Sam checking his phone.
"Then answer it," replied Dean slightly irritated.
"Hi Bobby. Yeah. Uhhh I don't think he's going to go for it, alright fine you talk to him. Bobby wants to talk to you." Dean grabbed the phone.
"Hi Bobby. What! There's no way. We're fine. No. Bobby come on. Fine. We'll hunt with her. Don't call me idgit! See you soon." Dean flipped the phone shut with such harshness Sam jumped.
"I can't believe that Bobby wants us to hunt with a girl. She's probably a beginner and he wants us to teach her," Dean complained.
"When do we have to be at his house by?"
"As soon as possible," grumbled Dean. Sam looked at his brother and wondered why he was upset that they had to train another hunter, especially a girl. Any chance that Dean could score with a girl, he'd take it. Sam wouldn't dare say anything though; he and his brother were already on thin ice with the apocalypse looming above their heads.
The impala was filled with music from Metallica, no surprise. Both brothers were wondering why Bobby would make then train a new hunter, when he knew that Michael and Lucifer wanted their sorry asses. Then again, neither one of them understood Bobby's reasonings sometimes.
Dean drove all the way to Singer's Salvation, a path he had taken many times before. Sam had fallen asleep after about an hour, he had been driving all night last night. He started to stir and Dean looked at him. Sam sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Where are we?" he asked Dean still tired. He yawned.
"We're close, we should be there before six," his brother informed him. Sam looked at the clock, five-forty five. The sky was already starting to get dark.
Like Dean had said, the boys parked the impala in the driveway of Bobby's house at five-fifty four.
"Hi boys," Bobby greeted them as they got out of their car.
"Where's the girl?" Dean asked. He wanted this to be a clean pick her up, teach, and then ditch her as soon as possible. He didn't need to drag another person into danger with them.
"Not here yet, She should be here soon though. I have to talk to you boys about something though before she arrives." The brothers looked at each other; the last thing the boys wanted was a girl with baggage, or issues.
The three men went into the study, living room section of the house. Bobby looked tired. He took off his hat and rubbed his temples. He looked up at the boys with sorrow and sadness in his eyes.
"I found the key to stopping the apocalypse."