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Hi, y'all,

This chapter Keigh gets to meet Bobby! Hope you enjoy it.

Entry 11

I told Dad I was "going for a walk." He seemed pleased that I was getting out of the house, but asked if I wanted him to come along.

"Dad, you never go on walks. You won't be able to keep up."

"Well, okay. I do have some things to get done. Promise you'll be home by dark."

"Why? Because I could get killed by- oh, yeah- nothing in the entire universe? Come on, Dad."

"Please, Keigh, don't be ridiculous. I know there's not much that could kill you, but you could still get hurt. Just tell me when you'll be home, so I won't have to worry about you."

Crowley made his cute dad face. I gave in.

"Okay. I'll be home by eleven, okay, Dad? I can take care of myself. I promise I'll call you if anything goes wrong."

"Thank you, darling. Stay safe. I'll be watching you, Keigh."

Drat. I forgot my dad would be watching. Of course he would be watching. But maybe if I teleported to Bobby Singer's address, Dad wouldn't guess where I was going.

I walked around, teleported to a few cities I'd always wanted to see, bought myself pizza in San Francisco, and then held my breath and teleported to Bobby's house. I looked up. Drat again. I was right under a demon trap. I had no idea what would happen to me if I tried to escape. Maybe Bobby would feel safer if I was stuck, anyway. I really hoped he was home.

I hollered at the top of my voice, hoping that Bobby was home and would hear me. And wouldn't kill me. What if he didn't come? Maybe Crowley was right. No. I wasn't going to call him. I'd wanted to be here.

Bobby stepped into the room and saw me.

"Quit yer caterwauling. What are you doing in my house?"

His sharp blue eyes stared at me, the shadow of his cap making them look like they were different colors. This was for real. I was standing in front of Bobby Singer. The hunting expert.

"I came to warn you, and ask for your help," I said. Bobby looked at me sympathetically but then doused me with what looked like water. It was hot. My skin turned pink. Was that holy water? I thought it was supposed to steam. And hurt like hell.

"Do you normally douse your guests with hot water?" I asked nervously.

"What are you?" he asked.

"It's complicated," I said. "That's why I need your help."

"Well? Spit it out," said Bobby. "I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong, you idjit."

I couldn't help smiling. Idjit was what he always called the Winchesters.

"Okay," I said. "My father is Crowley."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" said Bobby sarcastically. "Who's your mother?"

"A Leviathan."

This is the part where I thought he would maybe kill me. Or else go look up a bunch of stuff. Or shoot me with rock salt- and I'm guessing that if holy water hurt a little bit, rock salt won't be fun either.

Instead he just looked at me like I was crazy and said,

"So what do you want my help for?"

"I'm scared. I read about Leviathans, and they're like really dangerous. There's no way to kill them, and they- well, some of them, like, eat people and it's really disgusting."

"But you're not a Leviathan," said Bobby. "You don't eat humans, do you?"

"Of course not. Ew. That would be- wrong and evil and disgusting and gross. But I'm related to those- monsters."

"Ya got a name, idjit?"

"Keigh."

"Key?"

"K-E-I-G-H. Keigh."

"Got it. So, what do you want me to do, exactly?"

"I don't know. You're, like, the brains of the Winchester operation, aren't you? And you know a ton of stuff. I thought you would know what to do."

Bobby studied me for a moment.

"First, let's see if you can step out of that circle or not."

I hesitated.

"It's not going to hurt you, kid. You're either stuck or you're not. That's it."

I stepped out from under the circle. One more thing that doesn't work on me, apparently.

"Why'd the holy water act like that?" I asked.

"I don't know. Never seen it do that before," said Bobby. "Does salt hurt you?"

I shrugged. "I eat it on my fries?"

"Can you step out of a circle of salt?"

I shook my head. "I don't think I've ever tried it. I don't know."

We tried a bunch of stuff- tests, mostly, I guess. Most of it, I didn't even know what was supposed to happen. Eventually, Bobby seemed to be satisfied with what he'd learned.

"So, you're immune to Borax-"

"But it made my skin hurt."

"That's what it's supposed to do to humans, you idjit. If you were a Leviathan, it would have burned right through you."

"Oh. I'm glad that didn't happen," I said.

Bobby shrugged. "They also heal pretty fast, which seems to be true of you, too."

"I know demon knives don't hurt me. Dad said when I was little, I was playing with Ruby's demon knife and almost swallowed it, but I healed up almost instantly."

Bobby made a face. "Well, all the same, eatin' knives ain't exactly a good idea, Keigh. Bite carrot sticks instead."

"Do you have any? I'm kind of starving. I haven't eaten since breakfast."

"You're telling me you get hungry, and you just go eat normal food?"

I shrugged. "Is that a good thing?"

"Yeah, I guess. I don't think I have any carrot sticks in particular. You're not, like, a vegetarian or something, are you, kid?"

"No way. I'll eat anything- that's like, food. I love junk food."

Bobby relaxed. "I got sandwiches and apple pie. That do for you?"

"Sure," I said. "Dean won't be mad if I eat all the pie?"

"Serves him right," Bobby teased. "Besides, I'll buy him more. Kid does nothing but eat."

I was finishing my second sandwich and thinking about eating some apple pie next when Bobby got a call. It was Sam. Bobby left the room, and I picked at the pie. The boys were probably going to be fine, but what if something was seriously wrong? Would they call Bobby for help if they weren't in danger? Maybe. Like if they couldn't figure something out or just needed a spell to use or something. I almost had myself convinced they were okay when Bobby came back into the kitchen and his face told me otherwise.

"It's Dean. He has some sort of ghost sickness. I have to look some things up and then go meet the boys, make sure they're okay. You're welcome to stay here if you want to, but I may not be back for a while. I suggest you go home. Call me if you need anything. Do you have my phone number?"

"Yes, I have it. Go save Dean," I said. "I can come back another day."

Bobby said goodbye and left. I looked at a clock- it was still the middle of the day. I hoped Dean would be okay. I put away the pie and went home.