Chapter Four

"Yeah, you know him too?" Dean asked, walking over to the table. "Of course, I – but – Bobby's – alive?" She was literally standing on her toes, her palms down on the table, her face expectant.

"Yeah he is. Why –

"What has just happened with you guys here?" She asked, suddenly apprehensive.

"What do you mean?" Sam neared the table. "I mean the big bad. What did you just face? What are you facing?"

"We – "We just faced the Darkness." Dean interrupted. "Oh. So, Amara's gone? With chuck?"

"Yes." Sam looked at Dean – they both agreed – this was a little - "This is – He gestured between them – "is pretty weird," Sam finished his unspoken thought.

"Weirder than it is for me to see my fictional characters come alive?" She raised a hand towards Sam, who realized he was still holding the glass of water. She drank the water in one single gulp, and then blushed. "I'm sorry, I was really thirsty."

"It's fine." Sam sat back down.

"So, what exactly happened? How is Bobby – I mean, in the show I watched, Bobby - during the leviathan period – He uh," "He died, yeah. But he's back. Amara brought him back." Dean joined them at the table.

"What? Yes!" She smiled so widely as if Bobby was her own. "You seem to like Bobby." Sam smiled at her, getting more curious about her.

"Like? I love Bobby. Bobby's a badass." She smiled again and then blushed again. Sam felt rushing in his heart, a weird reaction for someone he just met. "So, you didn't know bobby was back?" She shook her head. "I – I have to tell you guys something." Sam and Dean both noted her serious tone. "Okay, go on."

"I know what happens next, but not exactly." She spoke slowly, "I have seen a season after the boys, you, defeat Amara threat, she and chuck go off, and Amara brings back someone dear to you."

"What happens in them?" Dean looked worried.

"Look, before I tell you, I need to know exactly what has happened since then with you boys, because I have spotted one difference in our stories. In the show, Bobby wasn't the one brought back."

"So, who was?" Sam felt the curiosity pull him in.

"Your Mom, Mary."

No one said anything for a minute. Dean stared at the ceiling; Sam looked blankly at him.

"Hey. What's the matter?" Dean's gaze came down from the ceiling to look at Raina hiding her face in her palms. "I – nothing, really. It just feels like I shouldn't have maybe told you that part. I feel like I hurt your feelings." She uncovered her face, and ran her hands in her hair, sighing.

"No, no, don't think that," Sam assured her, "We're not – it's just a little strange, that's all. But what happened is what matters, and Bobby – he's like our father, so we're really glad to have him back."

"To be honest, I really think that was a good thing too. Bobby being back is just as much amazing." Raina looked from Sam to Dean, and all of them looked at each other, not sure what exactly to say.

Dean stood up. "Who wants some grub?" She looked up, confused. "Oh, you mean food. Yes. I am hungry." She blinked, as if realizing her hunger just then.

"Just, uh, give me and Sammy a minute, okay?" Dean looked at Sam, and Sam realized Dean wanted to talk. "Just wait here." He told Raina, as he followed his brother into the kitchen.

"So?" Sam asked Dean, who'd stopped at the kitchen door.

"So? Do you believe her?" Dean asked, scratching his chin.

"I don't feel like she's lying. I mean, who else knew the trip to funky-town?" Sam looked at his brother. Dean had become more paranoid since Amara. Fair enough too, because when a primordial being, like god's sister takes an interest in you, you tend to get a little edgy.

"Sammy, frankly – I want to believe her too, I mean, only Balthazar, Raphael, Bobby and Cas knew about this." Dean counted off of his fingers, "Neither of them could have told this story outside. We could confirm once Bobby returns and Cas picks up the damn phone." Dean was more getting a little worried that Castiel hadn't answered his phone for a few days. "But – I'm just worried."

"Dean. Every girl isn't going to be a threat like Amara." Sam voiced Dean's internal trouble. "I beg to disagree. Everyone we meet either is a case or turns out to be victim of our – our problems." He stared into Sam's eyes, and Sam sighed. There was no counterargument to this. "I think Cas should still take a look at her. We could keep her here, keep an eye on her." Dean proposed.

"Even if she isn't lying, where is she going to go, Dean?" Sam raised his hands, his thoughts racing a little ahead.

"Fine… Go get her. I'll fix up something."