The Family Friend

"Screw the job!" Dean screamed as loud as he could. I winched at the volume hurting my ears.

"I'm just trying to do what he would want." Sam shouted back. "He would want us to keep going!"

"Since when have you Ever listened to him?" I demanded. I knew enough to know Sam had been doing everything he could his entire life to do the exact opposite of what dad wanted.

Dean got pissed, "Quit taking about him like he's dead already!" He shouted. "Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, everything!"

Everything went quiet for a little while. "So how do we find him?" Sam finally asked in a quieter tone.

"Maybe we go to Lincoln." Dean suggested. "Start at the warehouse where he was taken."

I scoffed, "Are we seriously thinking these demons left us a trail to follow?"

"You're right." Dean paused for a moment thinking. "We need help."

Several hours later were we driving through the middle of South Dakota. "So again, who are we going to go see?" I asked, looking out the window at the night sky.

"Bobby Singer, he's a friend of the family." Dean explained.

"He used to watch us when we were kids when..." Sam stopped for a minute. "When dad had to leave for longer than a week." And then the three of us fell back into the quiet silence.

It was day and the sun burned a little too bright when we started driving into a junkyard. There were more junk cars that I ever saw in one place before, a wooden two story house we stopped in front of at the end of the drive. A large dog chained up was lying on an old dirt blue pickup truck. A man nearing his fifties open the door, he had a scruffy beard and was wearing a trucker's hat.

"Hey Bobby, we kind of need some help." Sam said as we walked in.

"Oh yeah, this is Chris." Dean said, dropping a hand to pat my shoulder.

"Figured that." Bobby grumbled, closing the door behind us.

"Nice to meet you to, sir." I said as politely as I could which was hard. Winchester's weren't exactly made or known for our politeness.

"Just Bobby," he said gruffly. "None of this sir crap."

Inside the living room were thick old dusty books in multiple stacks ceiling high. If there was an order to how these things were separated and stacked, I could see it. There were what seemed like thousands of papers pinned to every clear space of wall. Bobby returned from the kitchen with three flasks, passing this out. "Holy water?" Dean guessed which meant this was probably a regular thing when entering the house of Robert Singer. I shrugged and took a large swig, proving I wasn't a demon. Sam took is and sat at the desk, pulling down one of the thicker books. I loomed over him, putting a hand on his shoulder to steady me so I could read the book around demon facts. I could hear Dean talking with Bobby a few feet over. "Bobby, thanks for everything." He was saying. "To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come." Well it wasn't like we had anywhere else to go. All my hunter contacts were the strict never in town for more than a week or two types so good luck tracking them down or having them wait for us to come after I called.

"Nonsense." Bobby scoffed like it was ridiculous. "Your daddy needs help."

Dean shrugged, "Well, last time we saw you, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot." My eyes widened. "Cocked the shotgun and everything." I would have loved to see that.

"Yeah well, what can I say." Bobby said innocent enough. "John has that effect on people." He wasn't wrong.

I stopped paying attention when Sam flipped the page to something that was labeled a 'Devil's trap? "Do these actually work?" I asked, looking at the complication of different circles and triangles, squiggles and shapes that formed it. I had never seen anything like this before.

Sam didn't know so he called Bobby over to ask. "Hell yeah." Bobby answered. "You get a demon in, they're trapped, powerless." Well I guess that why they're called 'Devil's Trap'. "It's like a satanic roach motel." Sam chuckled while I smirked, liking this Bobby guy more and more with every passing minute.

"Man knows his stuff." Dean smirked.

"I'll tell you something else too." Bobby started seriously. "This is some serious crap you've stepped into."

"Tell us something we don't know." I sighed, rubbing the bridge of my nose tiredly.

Bobby shook his head, "Normal year I hear of three demonic possessions, four tops." I didn't see where he was going with this. "This year I heard of twenty seven so far." I'm pretty sure my mouth dropped from the sheer difference in the numbers. "You get what I'm saying?" I think I was starting to get it. "More and more demons are walking among us, a lot more."

"Do you know why?" Sam asked, sounding as worried as we all felt.

"No, but I know it's something big." Bobby said concerned. "The storms coming and you three, your daddy, you are smack in the middle of it."

Outside, the dog started barking and it wasn't just a regular bark but it sounded more like he was trying to ward someone off. The dog cut off with a sudden whine. "That doesn't sound good." I said nervously when Bobby peeked out the window.

"Something's wrong." Bobby said. That was when the door was suddenly kicked clean off the hinges, Meg walked in like she owned the place. Dean pulled out the flash of holy water Bobby gave him and was still holding onto. I really wished right now that I hadn't drowned mine in one go.

"No more crap, okay." Meg sneered. I scowled at the demonic bitch.