Chapter 4: Drunken Shenanigans.

The obnoxious ringing of her cell phone wakes Jean from the dream of a past memory. She reaches for her phone on the bedside table and flips it open. She brings it up to her ear and mumbles "Hello?"

"Jean? It's Bobby." Jean grunts as a reply, "I need your help. I've got a case with a possible shōjō..."

Jean sits straight up, wide awake now. She practically shouts, "Debs on being the one who gets to get drunk!"

On the other end of the line, Bobby lets out a noise of annoyance before responding. "Fine. Just get yer idjit ass to my place...pronto." Bobby hangs up and Jean chuckles.

She gets up off the bed and walks into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Afterwards, she gathers her things and leaves the motel room. She places her bags into the trunk of her Mustang then makes her way to the front office to check out.

After suffering through some extremely awkward flirting from the little old man who owns the dingy motel, Jean climbs inside her car and starts the engine. She starts to put the car into drive but stops and clicks the radio off, temporarily tired of classic rock. She plugs in her iPod, the one modern modification in the classic car other than the engine. She pushes play on her Pink playlist and sings along as 'Bad Influence' blares through the speakers.

Three hours later, she arrives at Singer's Auto Salvage in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. She pulls into the driveway and parks behind one of the broken down pieces of junk that used to be an automobile. She kills the engine, grabs her iPod, then gets out of her car. She walks to the trunk, opens it with the special key she had made; which is the only way to open it; and grabs her duffel bag. She turns to her car one last time and checks to make sure she locked her baby.

Satisfied, Jean begins to walk up to Bobby's back door. A loud, happy bark makes her stop and look up. Standing on the hood of a beat up truck in front of her and wagging his stub of a tail, is Bobby's rottweiler, Rumsfeld. She smiles and scratches him behind the ears before continuing on. She opens the door and walks into the disaster of a kitchen. Normally if she walked into a house and it was as messy as this she would assume that a fight had occurred, but she knows that this is just how Bobby lives. "Hey, Bobby! I'm here! Are you ready to go?!"

The older hunter comes into the kitchen carrying a couple of duffel bags and wearing his usual attire: worn out jeans, a plaid button up shirt with a vest over it, and an old trucker's hat. He has a round face with a thick brown beard; which is beginning to show some grey; and blue-grey eyes. "Yeah. Let's go." They leave the house together and climb into Bobby's 1972 Chevy pickup.

After eight hours of driving, Bobby and Jean finally arrive in the small town of Hopkins, Michigan at around eight p.m. Bobby pulls into a cheap, rundown motel called The Green Comet Inn. Jean scoffs and stats, "More like The Green Vomit Inn."

Bobby grunts in agreement and says, "Suck it up, Princess."

Jean scowls and calls out to him as he begins to walk towards the office to get them a room, "Don't call me Princess! You know I don't like that nickname!"

Bobby walks into the office and five minutes later, he walks back outside, pulls the truck keys from his pocket and tosses them to Jean. "Go to the liquor store we passed on the way here and get ya whatever ya want."

"Yippee!" Jean exclaims and jumps into the driver's side of the truck. She starts the truck and is beginning to back out of the parking space when she notices that Bobby is yelling something at her. She rolls the window down and shouts, "What?!"

Bobby shouts back, "Room 132, ya idjit!"

She grins and drives out of the motel parking lot. She makes her way back to the liquor store that she and Bobby passed on their way through the town to The Green Comet Inn. She pulls into the parking lot of Rick Blu's Liquor store and gets out of the truck.

As she walks into the store, a bell above the door alerts the two men behind the counter of her presence. One of the men is in his mid-fifties with graying red hair; he stands at about six feet tall and has a prominent beer belly. The other man is younger, about twenty-three, and possibly the older man's son. This man's hair is dyed a deep blue and he is about five foot eight. "Hello, welcome to our store." The younger of the two says, "I'm Blu and that's my dad Rick."

Jean gives them a small smile but it quickly fades as Blu gives her a big smile back and flirtatiously winks at her. 'Oh God, no...' she thinks to herself. Unlike her twin brother, Jean has never seen the point in any kind of relationship with anybody of the opposite sex except for her father and brothers. And of course, Bobby...but he's more of a grumpy uncle figure. As a matter of fact, she's never had any kind of sexual experience. Although this Blu kid is kinda cute, Jean would never even consider doing anything with him due to the fact that she's a hunter and doesn't have time to waste on such silly things as sex and romance.

As Jean is walking around the store looking at their selection of alcohol, Blu is following her around talking a mile-a-minute and asking all sorts of annoying questions. Finally reaching the end of her tolerance level, she turns to Blu and straightens to stand at her true height of six foot three. A woman of her height towers above a lot of people and usually intimidates them. Most of the time, Jean stays hunched over except at times like this...when she wants to intimidate someone. She speaks to Blu as if scolding a child, "I'm not interested. My uncle and I are just passing through town and aren't planning on staying but for a day or two."

Blu seems to get the hint because he immediately drops his flirtatious attitude and returns behind the counter.

Jean returns to her browsing and soon picks up a bottle of Jack Daniel's for Bobby, knowing that it will be the only thing that saves her ass from being filled with buckshot later. Bobby has repeatedly told her that she turns into the world's biggest idjit when she's drunk. She also picks up a bottle of Tullamore Dew Irish Whiskey and walks up to Rick who is behind the cash register.

"Anything else I can get you?" Rick asks, trying to hide his amusement at her turning down his son.

Jean's eyes roam over the self behind the counter until they stop on a bottle of clear alcohol. "And a bottle of Everclear please."

Rick grabs the bottle and scans it along with the other bottles of liquor. Jean pays for the booze and grabs the sacks of alcohol before leaving the store. She opens the door of Bobby's truck and climbs in. She stows the bags in a safe place, so that they won't roll around and break, then starts the truck and precedes to drive back to the motel.

When she arrives back at the motel, she grabs the bags of alcohol and then goes to grab her bag from the back of the truck. That's when she realizes that Bobby's bags are still there beside her own; in her excitement she had driven away before Bobby could retrieve them. "Oops." She grabs Bobby's bags along with her own. When she reaches room 132 she pauses, holds Bobby's bags in one hand, puts on her best puppy dog eyes, then knocks on the door. The door is quickly wrenched open and Bobby is standing there, red-faced and on the verge of yelling at her. Jean holds Bobby's duffel bags out in front of her like a sacred sacrifice, looks at Bobby with her puppy dog eyes, and says "I'm sorry."

Bobby's face softens and he rolls his eyes, anger vanishing almost instantly; he never can resist Jean's puppy dog eyes. "Get in here ya idjit." Jean walks into the motel room and Bobby shuts the door behind her muttering, "I swear ya could make the Devil himself have a change of heart with those puppy eyes of yours." As Jean throws her duffel on her own bed, Bobby speaks again, "Daniel Elkins is dead."

Jean turns and looks at him, surprise and sorrow written all over her face. "What? How?"

"Vamps...but don't worry, your brothers are looking into it."

Jean pulls out the bottle of Everclear, opens it, and raises it. "To Daniel Elkins," and she takes a swing of the strong alcohol.

In Manning, Colorado, Sam and Dean are indeed investigating the death of Daniel Elkins, who it turns out was a fellow hunter.

The Winchester brothers are currently sitting in Dean's 1967 Chevy Impala. Dean, who has short-cropped dark blonde hair and green eyes with light freckles scattered over his face, is sitting behind the wheel while the youngest Winchester sibling, Sam, is in the passenger seat beside him. Sam is the tallest of the three siblings standing at 6' 4" with shaggy brown hair and green almost hazel eyes. In the backseat of the Impala is their father, John, a man with dark brown almost black hair, brown eyes, and salt and pepper colored stubble. John is reading a letter that Daniel Elkins left for him in a post office box. "If you're reading this, I'm already dead." John says, reading out loud. "That son of a bitch."

"What is it?" Dean asks, confused.

"He had it the whole time," John replies, while continuing to read the letter.

"Dad, what?" Sam asks.

John looks at Sam then at Dean and once again back to Sam. "When you searched the place, did you...Did you see a gun?" Dean looks over at Sam as John continues, "An antique. A Colt revolver. Did you see it?"

"Uh, there was...There was an old case, but it was empty." Dean tells John.

A look of frustration briefly passes over John's rugged face, "They have it."

"You mean whatever killed Elkins?" Dean asks, still confused.

John is about to get out of the car when Sam's cell phone rings. Sam checks the ID then says, "It's Jean." John settles back into the seat, worried that something bad might have happened to his only daughter. Sam flips his phone open and answers it with a "Hello."

"Ring, ring," Jean says.

Sam rolls his eyes but smiles fondly remembering the game he and Jean used to play in the backseat of this very Impala as kids. "Jean, no. I'm not doing this."

Dean mimes for Sam to put it on speaker and Sam does. This time all three men can hear Jean as she says, "Ring, ring." A huge smile breaks across Dean's face as fond memories flood his mind; and even John smiles at the recognition of the game that nearly drove him insane years ago.

Sam sighs but gives in and replies with, "Hello?"

"Ring, ring."

"Hellooo?"

"Ring, ring."

Dean leans towards the phone and he replies with, "You have a bad connection!" just like when they were kids. They all share a laugh.

When the laughter finally dies down, Sam says, "Jean, please tell me you didn't call me at one in the morning just for that."

"Nope. As a matter of fact...I don't remember why I called you." Jean says proudly while slurring her words.

The three men exchange looks but Dean is the one who speaks, "Is she drunk? Jeanie, are you drunk?"

"No," a loud thud and a groan can be heard over the phone. "Maybe," this is followed by a very loud crash. "Yes."

Dean chuckles, "Dude...she drunk dialed you."

John frowns and speaks up for the first time, "Little Red, what do you think you're doing getting so drunk?"

There's a long pause on Jean's end with someone grumbling in the background. "Hiya, daddy! I'm not that drunk."

"Count backwards from ten, little Red."

"Okay...One, two, three..."

John shakes his head while Dean lets out a loud laugh. "Jeanie is completely wasted."

A gruff voice can be heard in the background on Jean's side, "Jeanie! Get yer drunk ass in the truck!"

Sam asks, "Was that Bobby?"

"Yep. We just got done hunting a shōjō. You wanna talk to him?" Before anyone can answer her they can hear Jean stumbling along, "Hold on."

Dean turns to John, whose face is considerably more relaxed now that he knows why his daughter is drunk. "What's a shōjō?"

John replies, "Japanese alcohol spirit. You can only see one when you're drunk."

"Man, how come Jeanie gets all the fun hunts?" Dean pouts.

"Hello?" A gruff male voice speaks over the phone.

"Bobby?" Sam, Dean, and John ask.

"Sam? Dean? John?" Suddenly, Bobby gives a disgruntled shout, "Give me back my hat ya idjit!"

Sam, Dean, and John can hear Jean in the background, "Lookit me! Ah'm Bobby! I'm balding, old, and extremely grumpy! Ya idjits!" The Winchester men all let out amused chuckles.

They hear Bobby shout, "Give me back my hat and get in the damn truck!"

"What're you gonna do? Shoot me?" They can hear the sound of a shotgun cocking, "Okie dokie. Imma get in the truck now."

"Bobby, were you really about to shoot my Little Red?" John asks, angry that the other hunter would actually pull a gun on his daughter.

"Nah. The gun isn't even loaded, John. I just needed to get her drunk ass into the truck so we can get the hell outta Dodge." They hear shuffling on Bobby's end, "Don't worry, John. I'm not gonna let anything happen to Jeanie. You boys investigating Elkins' death?"

John lets out a sigh of relief, "Yeah...it definitely was vampires." John looks at his sons, "Bobby, keep a close eye on Jean for me. I'm getting close to killing the demon that killed Mary and I'm afraid that they may target her to try to stop me. Don't let her out of your sight."

"I'll look out for her like she's my own, John." With that promise made, both men hang up.