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Chapter 15: How to Win Friends and Influence Monsters Part 2

New Jersey

We made it to New Jersey in just a few hours thanks to his private jet after Dick picked me up at my café. Brent and my co-workers were waiting eagerly to see me off with one of the most influential people on the planet. I was dressed in a black halter-top like short dress that shimmered like silver almost underneath the light. I was still nervous to be with him. I wasn't sure if it was just because of who he was, or if it was my psychic ability going haywire and my guides were telling me to be careful with him. Maybe it was a combination of both. I couldn't really focus as we stopped by some type of warehouse in our car. I was confused because I thought we were going to Biggerson's, a restaurant that had the best cheeseburger in the world, since he knew I liked them so much. I had told him on the way here. He was eager to get me to the restaurant and show me what they had, especially the deserts he said while we had Chardonnay. It was crisp and delicious. Probably the best I'd tasted, and I didn't even like alcohol. But I guess that was his power. He could influence and persuade you to do things you wouldn't normally do. This was all out of the ordinary for me. I'd never go on some random date like this. Brent told me this was a once and a lifetime dream and that I should enjoy it while it lasted.

He turned to me and told me that it would only be a moment. He just had to take care of things here before we went to the restaurant. And that he would let me wait in his office, saying I would be more comfortable inside. He left with another man that looked like a doctor, and I was left with his secretary. She had something in her hands. It was a wooden box.

I was led to the office by a woman named Susan. It was a long walk to his office, through the hallway.

"Inside here, he'll be with you shortly."

"Susan," Dick called out to us.

"Oh, well, then, go on," she ushered me into his office. I widened my eyes when I saw Bobby Singer sitting in the front of his chair. He looked unconscious. What was Bobby doing here?! And what was going on? I thought we were going out to dinner, on a date.

We walked inside.

"Let me just go over a few things with him," Susan told me.

"We'll have the jet on standby at O'Hare. Thursday morning, you close the land acquisition on Gleason."

"Fine," Dick said to her.

"And this came this afternoon," she presented the box she'd been carrying as she had led me to the office.

"Sotheby's."

"Outstanding!" he exclaimed. Susan was about to leave. "Oh, and Susan?"

She hesitated. "Hmm?"

"Uh, tuh-tuh," Dick pointed to the plastic bib wrap on the table. It looked like black goo, or some kind of red blood. My insides churned.

"That's not lobster sauce is it?" I asked tentatively.

Dick chuckled. "Oh, Kaylee, so innocent and quaint. Have a seat darlin'," he said, pointing to the empty chair besides Bobby who looked at me like a freight train had hit him. I shrugged. I was just as confused.

"What the hell are you doing with Dick friggin Roman?" Bobby asked me.

"I…we….we're on a date," I stumbled, blinking curiously. "What are you doing here?"

"He's a Leviathan!"

OH. I mouthed at him and sunk in my seat. Crap.

"Ah, so you two know each other," Dick said, smirking at us.

"So, you got Dick Roman," Bobby tutted back.

"We can have whoever we want. We could have you, for example," Dick replied. "If you were worth the effort."

"Oh, you're hurting my feelings," Bobby said.

"Well, it's a hard world, Bob. It's an us-eat-dog world."

"What do you got there?" Bobby asked, noticing the gun on his desk.

"Winning bid at auction," he picked up the gun out of the box. "Beautiful. Known for their peerless sighting. I imagine you appreciate guns."

"I'd appreciate one right about now," Bobby said.

Me too. I was embarrassed and ticked at the same time. I thought he was the real Dick Roman. Come to find out he was just a monster really sucked.

"Ooh-hoo-hoo-hoo. But I mean the machine, the idea. Just one of your species' most inspired inventions. I mean it. I really think you guys have spunk. You're like a planet of just the cutest little engines that could. But... Like the late, great, actual Dick Roman used to say to the whores he'd kick out of the presidential suite... "cute don't quite hack it, sugar."

He pointed the gun at Bobby. "Oh, let's just cut to the chase. I clearly ain't worth the extra time I'm getting here."

"No! Take me instead!" I cried, jumping up in front of me.

"This ain't no either or situation, honey," he said to me. "I'm gonna eat you, Bob. And Kaylee, I'm turning you into my queen. You'll fit right in with my kind. Yes. But I like my meals prepared. Besides, holding on to you cold pay big dividends. I bet your friedns are on their way to rescue the damsels."

I was slightly hopeful. But also worried at the same time. It would seem like a suicide mission to rescue us. This warehouse could be crawling with leviathans.

"No, they're too smart," Bobby said. "They know they don't have the numbers. It'd be suicide. I've run my race. Could die worse."

"No," I whispered softly. Bobby glanced at me with a small shake of his head.

Then we heard screaming outside.

"I'd stay in the chair," he pointed at me, and I slowly sat back down beside Bobby.

He tucked the gun into his pants and left the room. "I can't believe you were on a date with him," Bobby scolded at me.

"I didn't know! I had no idea,"

"You're a friggin' psychic!"

"I was enamored, all right? Anyone would be, I mean it's Dick Roman! Listen….Bobby, what are you doing?"

"Seeing what they're really up to," he said, glancing at the folders and maps on the desk. "Okay, sons of bitches. See what you're up to now. You're coming with me. Let's get the hell out of here."

I nodded and moved to follow him as he grabbed a gun from his desk as well. Suddenly Susan opened the door in front of us. He shot Susan in the face. He ran and I quickly followed him, but Susan straightened back up just as black goo on her forehead shined in the light.

We ran out as fast as we could and found ourselves in the warehouse. Bobby shot Dick in the back twice before Dick could do something to Sam who had sprayed him with the Borax. That's right! They could be hurt with Borax!

"Hey! That's mine," Dick cried. Dean then threw more cleaning liquid onto Dick, who started to vaporize just a little bit as steam spit out from his vessel.

"Go! Go!" Dean cried at us. I didn't need to be told twice. Sam reached for me and we ran out of the warehouse as quickly as we could.

"Would you stop it with that stuff?" Dick demanded.

"Damn it, where's Bobby?" Sam asked.

"I thought he was right behind us?" I asked, glancing back behind me. I didn't see anything in the dark. Then I saw him running. "There!" I opened the sliding door of the vehicle that Sam and Dean got in.

"Bobby! Come on! Come on! Come on!" Sam cried.

"Go! Go!" Bobby got into the vehicle just as Dick drew his gun, and fired at us. I screamed a yelp as I heard the bullets hit something and we closed the door as quickly as Dean drove off.

"Son of a bitch! I'm glad you guys got in. He almost took your freaking head off," Dean said.

I nodded with a relieved sigh, leaning my head against Dean's backseat.

"Hey, Bobby, your hat," Sam held his hat to Bobby, but he didn't get up. I slowly lifted my head up and frowned. Why wasn't Bobby moving?

"Bobby?" I asked softly .

"Bobby? Oh God. Bobby? Bobby?!" Sam cried out.

"Bobby!" Dean yelled. I tried to find his wounds and applied as much pressure as I could.

"No, no, he can't be," I whispered.

"Bobby!"

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