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Winchester POV:
"Bobby, why does she have pictures of us?" Dean asked, concerned for his safety. What if she had been following them?
"I don't know. This is the first time I've seen her in a long time." Bobby admitted.
"I think you need to tell us a little about her. She seems like she is a little, different," Sam said also concerned. He had had visions but never had he had one of her. At least he didn't remember if he did.
"She hasn't had the best childhood. I can't tell you more than that because I physically can't she put a spell on me that I can't say what has happened to her." Bobby thought about that night when John first brought her here. She was so scared. That was the last time he had ever seen her cry. He had fixed the knife wound as best he could with his trembling hands. His niece was dead and his goddaughter was so very close to death. John was doing worse then he was. Her family was where he sought refuge when he missed Mary and wanted to take a break from all the monsters and evil that he witnessed everyday. He wanted to tell the boys that she was a good girl, but he didn't know anymore.
"Bobby, is she dangerous?" Dean asked even more concerned. He was not looking forward to hunting with her. She seemed like a wacko. He then remembered how his dad was when his own mother died. If he didn't know him, he would have said the same thing. He felt a little guilty for judging her, but quickly shrugged it off.
"Not if you are on her good side, if not sleep with one eye open. I don't think that she would actually kill a human being. She cares too much which is not always good," Bobby explained.
"Why did you kick her out?" asked Sam remembering part of the argument.
"Drugs. She was doing drugs and hunting at the same time while she was in college. You know how stupid that is. You're high and you're trying to fight a freaking demon, you are going to die."
"She went to college?" questioned Sam intrigued now. He wondered how long she went to college and why in the world did she give up a normal life for the life of a hunter. If he had the option, he would have a home with a white picket fence, sitting on the porch swing with Jess as the children played in the front yard.
"Yeah for religious studies and symbology, it always interested her. I don't know if she finished it or not. Like I said I haven't talked to her in years. Now isn't a good time to ask these questions, we need to find her and fast before they do. I need you to go to a field…"