"Politics." The guy shuts off the television.
"I thought we were roughing it?" The woman yawns as she puts away her book.
"We are. Remember the RV is in the shop?" Mitchell detested camping, but after his doctor ordered him to lower his blood pressure, he agreed to spend the weekend taking it easy. He looked around his 'tent.' Cost him a pretty penny, but the tent had everything to make their trip seem like home. He snuggled in his wool sleeping bag. "Goodnight."
"Night Dear."
"My head." What the... "Where am I?" He was, upside down? "Leanne!" He looked up to see a monster staring down at him.
Leanne woke up hearing screams.
"Honey? Honey?"
Bobby Singer takes a sip of his whiskey. He was watching a video of his grandchildren playing in a playpen.
"My girls are growing up so fast." He smiled. They weren't his biologically, but family was more than just blood. "You boys better take care of them. Or I'll kill you." He finishes his whiskey.
"I know." Jody places her hand on Bobby's shoulder. "I miss mine too." Alex/Annie and her family were living across the country. "Little McKayla isn't so little anymore." She was entering middle school in September. "As for Claire, she's somewhere out there doing god knows what." Jody figured she was with her other foster family.
They were hiding somewhere in New Jersey, Jody refused to run further since that night; she wanted to make sure her girls knew where to find her.
"So what case are we doing?" Jody took an extended leave of absence from her job as Sheriff back in Sioux Falls, claiming it was for health reasons. She hated hiding, but she knew it was for her own good.
"There's a couple. A guy was found dead under mysterious circumstances, his head was missing." Usually, Bobby would have checked it out, but he wasn't in the mood.
"Monster?" Cutting off heads was a very popular method for killing monsters.
"Maybe." Bobby was looking online for anything unusual. "Hmm. What's this?" He read the headline out loud. "Human Burrito Found Hanging."
"Let me see." Jody skimmed over the article. "Who writes these headlines?" The article wasn't any better. "Sounds like something out of the Enquirer." A camper was found half eaten, his body hanging off a tree while still inside his sleeping bag. "Wife missing too?" The campers tent was found with a huge rip on it.
"Plus four others." Bobby was clicking through the local headlines.
"Should we call the boys?" Sam and Dean knew where Bobby and Jody went, they made sure they kept them in the group for anything unusual.
"We'll see." California was so far away, he didn't want to inconvenience them.
"Well, I can check out Headless Henry." Arkansas was a few hours away. "Will you be alright?"
"I'll be okay." He waved absently to Jody as she walked out the door. "Gotta make some calls."
Bobby was watching Ranger Rick chowing down on his sandwich.
"So it was you that found Mitchell Rayburn, correct?" Bobby was wondering why the ranger seemed unperturbed.
"The human burrito." He burped. He waved down a waitress. "Miss, I like another sandwich to go." He licks his fingers from the grease.
"State Police says it was a bear attack." Wasn't he on duty? The ranger's eyes were slightly red.
"That was no bear." He shovels some fries off his plate and into his mouth. "Truth is, we don't really know. My partner, Assistant Ranger Phil, he never bothered to show up to any of his shifts. There goes his Christmas vacation." He gets up and leaves a few bills on the table. "You want to check out the body, be my guest." He grabs the takeout bag from the waitress and walks out.
"The hell is going on in this town?" Bobby was so glad he ordered a simple salad. He gets up to pay the bill.
An hour later Bobby was staring down at the remains of Mitchell Rayburn.
"And your reports say he was killed by a bear?" It was plausible, the guy, or what remained of him was inside of the body bag. However, Mitchell's remains were lacking fur and claw marks.
"Officially yes. Only a bear has the strength to carry a human up a tree. But bears don't open up a zipper and carry off a grown-ass man without making a ruckus." The coroner was just as perplexed as Bobby. "Unofficially, I would say it's the work of the Jersey Devil."
Bobby and every other hunter heard of the local legend, supposedly it was a bat-like humanoid creature that hunted the Jersey East Coast. However no one ever encountered anything like the stories, Bobby figured it was based on either a werewolf or windigo.
"Heart's intact, no neck bites, body is almost intact." Jody described to Bobby what she saw in that hospital. "No giant bites." His thoughts were interrupted by the coroner.
"Sir?" The woman was staring at him with a curious expression.
"Thanks for your time." Bobby gives her a polite wave as he walks away. Whatever this was, he figured he'll call for help.
Sam's voice came over the phone, letting Bobby know what he and Dean were working on.
"We can come as soon as we're done here." Whatever the boys were hunting, Bobby told them to take it easy.
"It may be nothing, just concentrate on your duties." No way was Bobby taking them away from their families.
"You sure? Sammy and I will be there in a day." Dean's voice echoed over the phone. "It's no issue."
"I'll be fine. I've been in the game since you were kids. Uh huh. Just be careful. Don't get killed or I'll kick both your asses." Bobby hated the thought of losing them both. "If things go sideways, I have a backup." Once he hung up he called the one guy that he could count on.
Bobby was loading up his shotgun when he heard a vehicle show up.
"About time, thought I was going to hunt alone." The sky was pitch black.
"You couldn't hit a charging bear with those eyes of yours." Rufus was holding onto his own shotgun. "Already talked to the Ranger, he's on his way here."
"Should I put away my gun?" Bobby wasn't sure if nighttime hunting was legal, even with him faking it as a Fed.
"He wouldn't give two shits, he was high as a kite back at the station." Rufus held up his gun just as the Ranger pulled up.
"Evening Agents." Ranger Rick slurred. "Nighttime hunting?"
"Our work gets stressful with hardly any time off." Which wasn't a total lie. Bobby wondered how stoned that guy was.
"Your partner here, says there may be a bear?"
"More like remains." Bobby found the body of Ranger Phil, or what was left of him on a tree just a few feet away.
Ranger Rick didn't look so perturbed when he looked up. His boss was shredded to the bone.
"Yep that's Phil alright." He whistled. "Recognize that watch anywhere." Picking up his CB radio he called for an APB. "This is Ranger Evans, I mean Chief Ranger Evans. I got a situation on Acher's Point."
"Pretty casual for someone that just found his partner." Bobby said quietly.
"What do you expect from a stoner?" Rufus had a headache from the sandwich he ate earlier. Hearing a noise from the surrounding bush he and Bobby clock their shotguns.
"We're not alone." Bobby hoped it wasn't a wendigo, those things were fast bastards.
"Oh yeah?" Ranger Rick barely had time to react before he was taken away by an unseen force.
"Oh HELL no! I'm not in the mood!" Rufus and Bobby run into the bushes chasing Rick.
"Careful you don't hit Rick!" Although Bobby doubted he was still alive.
"I know what I'm doing!" Rufus was no slouch either. Hearing chewing noises up a tree he and Bobby aim up.
Bobby and Rufus shut off their shotgun headlights. Using his instincts, he closes his eyes and listens to where the monster was.
BANG!
A humanoid monster was lying dead on the ground, Ranger Rick's chewed-up arm beside it.
"Nice shot." Rufus was looking down at whatever that thing was. "Jersey Devil?"
"Who knows." Hearing the CB radio going off he suggested that they take away the creature before the authorities arrive. "We gotta move."
Later in an abandoned cabin, both were looking down at the body.
"Any ideas?" Before Bobby could answer the creature woke up and jumps up on the table snarling away.
Both men pump the monster with bullets. Once they make sure it was truly dead, both cautiously approach the body.
"Told ya you couldn't shoot."
"Shut up." To be extra careful Bobby shoots the head as well as the heart. "Let's dissect this thing."
"The hell is this?" Rufus couldn't believe it. "A man?" He was looking at the ID of a Gerald Browder. "Does he look like someone over two hundred pounds?" Gerald, or whatever he now was nothing but skin and bones.
"You got me." Bobby was wondering what happened to him. "You went to that magic place, you seen anything like this?" Rufus was a graduate of Knox but rarely talked about it, insisting it was all in the past.
"Nope. Whatever this is is brand new." Rufus took out a hunting knife. "Let's get this over with."
"A pine cone, a gum in the wrapper, a cat's head?" Bobby threw the items into the bin. "He wasn't picky that's for sure." The inside was covered in grey slime. "This goo must have turned him."
"You hungry? Because I am." Rufus was starving. "What?" He saw Bobby giving him a look.
"Nothing. I figured you were thirsty." Rufus only drank the hard stuff.
"Already have the bottle in the truck." Rufus had his favorite, Johnny Blue in the glove department. "Let's burn this thing."
"So how's Jody?" Rufus was eating a grilled chicken sandwich, like Bobby he was trying to eat healthier.
"She all healed up, right now she's down south on a case." Bobby was eating a shrimp salad. "That reminds me, I better check up on her." He takes out his phone.
Rufus yawned. Bored he checks around the restaurant.
'Huh?' Everyone, with the exception of the staff was transfixed on their food; really transfixed.
"His head exploded out of nowhere?" Bobby couldn't believe it. "Be careful Jody, you never know what's out there. Bye." Once he hung up, he wondered why Rufus had this look on his face. "What. You see anything weird?"
"Shh." Rufus flags down a waitress. "I like a few burgers to go." He throws down his fork. "We need to hit the pharmacy."
"Stomach should be empty now." Bobby was wiping away his mouth, he and Rufus each downed a bottle of Ipecac. They were staying in an abandoned cabin, neither wanted to leave any paper trace behind. "So what are we dealing with?" They were looking at three burgers.
"There's your answer." Rufus pointed at the TDK that spilled out grey goo.
"Gotta call the boys." He swore when his phone died. You have a charger?"
"Nope. I only carry the basics." Rufus traveled very minimally. "Where would you plug it in anyways?" The cabin they were staying in barely had electricity.
"Nevermind." Bobby yawned. "Let's head out in the morning."
"Take it easy Bobby." A young woman was wiping his brow.
"Laura, you don't need to be taking care of me." Bobby starts coughing violently. He allows Laura to pound on his back.
"Shh. You're family." Laura worked as a medic, as a General she needed to treat her soldiers. She was so glad her late father taught her everything she knew about healing.
"Thank you." Bobby smiled at his oldest granddaughter. "So how's Mel?" He missed his other grandchild, she was away in Canada somewhere on a case.
"She's doing okay." Laura hands him a letter. Cells and emails were a thing of the past, long-distance communication was done the old-fashioned way, by Pony Express. Although the carriers used modern vehicles and boats to deliver mail instead of horses. "Her and Chris are looking forward to their wedding." Laura was her Maid of Honor.
Bobby smiled at Melinda's letter. Like Sam, she had this way of talking, even with written words. She was telling everyone she was doing her research to find rare herbs for her spells.
"What about you, you have anyone?" Bobby worried about her every day. Like Dean, she was stubborn about settling down.
"No one special." Laura was too busy to date. She wasn't a hermit though, she had a few one-night stands.
"Just don't end up like your father." Dean was dead. Seeing Laura tear up, he squeezed her hand. "I know. I miss him too." Sam was gone as well, he and Dean killed one another in Hastings.
"They didn't die in vain." Laura knew why they did it, she and Mel promised to carry on their legacy. "I'll get That Bastard someday." She swore to end Chuck. Hearing Bobby scoff, she looked over at him. "What?"
"You're talking like a hunter."
"Not this again." She must've heard this lecture several times.
"If I wasn't laid up in this bed, I'll take you over my knees and spank you silly." Bobby coughs.
"I know. Stop talking like a dead hunter." She rubs his back.
"I mean it. If you die before me, I'll come back and wring your neck from the dead." Acute liver and kidney failure, Bobby never thought he'll go out like this.
"You know Richard has medicines." Paige's ex was one of the best medical alchemists out there.
"I'm old, My time's up." Bobby refused all treatment, claiming he was tired of fighting. He teared up when Laura hugs him.
"I love you Grandpa." She knew Bobby her whole life.
"I'm not going anywhere yet. Not until I walk Mel down the aisle." Bobby was determined to see his other grandchild get married.
Their moment was interrupted when a hunter came running in.
"Sorry to interrupt!" He saluted them both.
"At ease Soldier." Laura detested being a General, but she had no other choice. "What is your report?"
Bobby waves weakly goodbye as Laura runs out to fight the leviathans.
"Dean. Sam. Be proud." Bobby closed his eyes. Sensing his reaper, he told him to fuck off. "What's the hurry, where would I go anyways?" He fell asleep, dreaming that his family was living it up in Paradise.
"Well I'll be." Bobby was wondering why politician Dick Roman was hanging around a meat warehouse. "Dick."
"I hear that." Rufus hated politics himself. "What's he doing here?" A meat packing plant was hardly glamorous, or a money maker.
"Beats me." Dick Roman, Bobby only recognized him from his political ad campaign that was running twenty-four-seven.
Richard "Dick" Roman was the owner and CEO of Richard Roman Enterprises, a financial firm that mostly handled offshore bank accounts and the stock market. Richard, or Dick as he prefers to be called was a enigma of the financial world, he was very private about his personal life, not many knew about him.
His empire, RRE became successful in the eighties, he was a struggling businessman who made his fortune from real estate in the late eighties, by investing money in risky ventures whose gamble paid off when his profits grew when he sold them quadrupled than what he paid for. His fortune grew bigger when he bought several shares in the food industry, which in turn turned him into a billionaire. His personal life was unknown, as far as anyone knew, he was married to his career.
Until a few years ago.
Dick Roman came out of the woodwork, the one evasive bachelor, burst onto the scenes as a flamboyant Playboy, dining several women and making best friends with many powerful people, quickly becoming very well known in the elite social circles.
Usually, Bobby wouldn't give a rat's ass about him, but he and Rufus thought he saw him with the late Samuel Campbell back in Ohio a few years ago. Whatever Samuel's business was with Dick Roman, Bobby was never been able to figure it out.
"He's going inside that plant, should we check it out?"
"Not without weapons." Rufus wasn't sure what they were dealing with, but they both knew guns won't be enough.
"Dr Gaines" was staring proudly at his experiment. He was nervous about his project, he hoped his boss accepted it.
"You sure you know what you are doing?" His partner, the leviathan 'Edgar' asked. It was impressive though, the humans inside the room were totally oblivious to their surroundings, eating their burgers in a trance, not noticing the dead old lady in the room.
"It's almost flawless. Docile, obedient, imagine every human in the world helpless." Dr Gaines was looking for a promotion, being a lousy scientist was beneath him. "Our Master, It can easily take over without any resistance." He led Edgar to another room, deformed humans were clawing hungrily at the cage.
"And these?" Edgar studied the creature who just came in. It was the most normal looking one, it was looking curiously at its roommates.
"Well, not all experiments are perfect." Dr Gaines wasn't happy with the flaws, but he figured he could dissect the failures to perfect his formula.
"He won't be happy, he will expect perfection." He taps the cage. "My recommendation get rid of the experiments." Edgar said coldly.
Dr Gaines swallowed.
"Yes sir." He gestured to his assistant. "Burn them." He just hoped he was given mercy.
"You want to go in first?" Bobby saw and fought everything, but going straight into the hornet's nest wasn't something he was looking forward to.
"You wimping out old man?" Rufus wasn't looking forward to it either.
Before Bobby could answer he gestured towards the warehouse, a guy in a jean jacket was walking with a man in a lab coat.
"Maybe one of us can stay behind, and the other can follow them." Bobby was certain that they were in charge.
"Or we can go together." Rufus pulled out a small tracker. We can attach this to their vehicle, that way we can follow them anywhere they go."
"And how are you going to do that from here?" The enemy was standing in front of their SUV.
"Easy. We distract them." Rufus held up a phone. "I like to rent one of your vans, plus buy some of your chemicals."
Dick Roman was almost impressed by the project, shame it was a failure.
"Dr Gaines!" He smiled. He saw the nervous tick. "Tell me about your work."
Dr Gaines was proudly bragging about his experiment, how he managed to brainwash humans to be harmless.
"They are like cattle. Simple, obedient, brain dead." Gaines handed Dick Roman his tablet. "As you can see, my data are almost completely flawless. These figures, a rocket scientist, a convicted serial killer, and a college dropout, all have one thought. When is the next meal." His formula targeted the hypothalamus gland, the part of the brain that controlled the appetite. "With my findings, I have yet to have anyone turn away from the turducken secret sauce."
"Very well. I'm impressed." Dick hands him back his tablet.
"Thank you, sir." Dr Gaines says with relief.
Dick nods to Edgar.
"Why not tell everyone at the board meeting? We all want to see you with your due diligence."
Dr Gaines swallowed in fear.
"Yes sir." He followed Edgar towards the black SUV, their boss was going to follow them from his limo.
"This is so dumb. They'll smell us a mile away." Bobby had no idea why Rufus bought all these chemicals.
"Trust me." Rufus waited till they went inside, and when they drove away, Bobby demanded why they let them go.
"I thought we are following them?" Bobby was wearing a disguise, although he admitted they'll most likely be caught.
"We will. Got your taser?"
"What are we hunting?" Even though things were mostly back to normal, they still carried one just in case.
"Nothing good." Rufus knew a monster when he saw one. He and Bobby walk out of the van, two backpacks full of chemicals inside. "Don't bust in like charging buffalo, we take everyone one at a time." Rufus knew magic, however, he preferred the old-fashioned way of hunting. "Don't forget your blades."
"What about the cameras?" Surely this place would have security.
"We'll worry about that later." They get out of the van. Even though it was the weekend with hardly any workers, there were stragglers around. "Spray first, ask questions later."
A security guard was patrolling the perimeters when he saw two men approaching. He immediately tenses.
"We're the cleaning crew. Excuse us."
"The schedules are for after midnight. Besides, where is the rest of your crew?"
"Budget cuts. Cheapskates even took away our midnight premium pay." Rufus says bitterly. "It's just us."
"Come in." He buzzes the gate open. "Where's your van?" Usually there was a van used.
"Take a wild guess." Bobby said with a sarcastic tone.
"Sorry to hear that." He hated his job too, his bosses were just as cheap. "Have a good day."
"You too." Once they walk in, Bobby asked where they go first. "This is a warehouse, how do you know we're not walking into a trap?"
"We don't."
"I was afraid of that." Bobby looked around, the plant was nothing special, it processed food. Luckily it seemed to be empty. "What are we looking for?"
"We'll know when we find out."
"Then why are we carrying these things?" The backpack weighed a ton.
"Monsters burn." Rufus fought one of these things, not intentionally, he was on a case in Kentucky when he witnessed his fellow hunter eating a horse. Even after he shot him full of silver, he refused to back down. In desperation, he picked up a bucket full of water and splashed the thing with it. When it screamed, Rufus took no time cutting off its head. Unfortunately, he then witnessed it putting itself back together. Once he cut off the head again, he then buried both head and body in concrete in two different locations. "The heads and bodies must be far apart, but be careful not to let the ink touch you."
"Okay." Bobby had no idea what Rufus was talking about "And these chemicals?"
"Good old-fashioned borax. Don't ask me, these things hate the stuff."
"Okay." Bobby never questioned it. "We'll look around." When they saw someone coming, they pretended to clean the walls and equipment. Luckily the worker never paid attention to them. "Probably human." If anyone was a monster, they figured they'll stay away from them.
"Let's start searching." They waited till the worker left, and once he was out of the room, they wander around the building.
"Should we take walkie-talkies?" They saw a pair in one of the offices.
"I don't see why not." Rufus handed one to Bobby. "Make sure it's on a different channel, can't have anyone listening in."
"Or eating us." Jody filled Bobby in the night she escaped from that hospital. "You go down, and I'll go up."
"Sounds good." Rufus hoped he was done after this, he hated hunting. "Meet back here in an hour."
Once he left, Bobby started exploring. He checked out the files in the office for anything incriminating, but when he found nothing, he checked out the other offices.
"Receipts, paystubs, schedules..." So far everything seemed clean. Bobby used pins to break into the other offices, but so far he found nothing.
BEEP, BEEP
Click
"What's up?"
Click
"Found something. Basement."
Click
"Be right down." Bobby made sure to leave everything the way he left it, they were in enemy territory. He took the stairs down, he wondered what Rufus found. "The hell?"
He saw people wandering back and forth. But other than the burned headless worker lying a few feet away, Bobby couldn't believe what he was looking at.
"What are these things?" They were growling hungrily at the two men. They looked human, but something about them seemed off. One of them, Bobby swore he seen before. The most human-looking one was snarling at Bobby.
"Lab rats I assume." Rufus was staring at one of them.
"Is there any way to reverse it?" Poor bastards were caged up like animals.
"I think it's too late." Rufus took out his gun. "Forgive us."
Once they put everyone out of their misery, Bobby asked what was next.
"Head to the main office." Rufus found an address on the dead worker's uniform. He took the head and dumped it in the garbage disposal.
"And the bodies?" They couldn't risk anyone finding out about this.
"We'll come back later tonight and plant C4s."
"Sounds good to me."
They left the building, but not before telling the security guard to walk away.
"Overheard more layoffs are happening." Bobby lied. "It's better to get unemployment."
"I was going to quit anyways. Fuck 'em." He hands Bobby his keys. "Tell Dick to suck dick. I quit." He throws his badge on the desk. "Whoever the nightguard is, tell him the job isn't worth it."
"Now what?" Bobby took his badge and keys once the guy was far enough away.
"We head to the main office." Rufus made the leviathan worker talk after splashing him with borax. Then after he spilled the beans, Rufus cut off his head.
"We can't walk in the front door." Even with their abilities, no way they can take a whole building of monsters. "Any other ideas?" Even if they blew up this building, another ten can easily be built to replace this one.
"What would your boys do?"
Bobby had to think for a minute.
"Dean would come in guns blazing, but not before having his brother hack into the systems for any weaknesses." Bobby smiled thinking of them. "I don't know much about computers, but I do know of someone." Frank Devereaux was someone who was known as a enigma, or paranoid. Bobby met him once in Port Huron, Frank almost blasted him with shotgun shells. "We need to head to the electronic store. Got money, it won't be cheap."
Bobby and Rufus waited till the next day to spy. They had no choice but to hit the black market for illegal listening devices that wiped out most of their budget.
"After this, then what?" They already took care of the problem back at the factory, by sabotaging the electrical panels. Place was still standing, however, the basement was totally destroyed. "We listen in, then we start blasting?" Rufus totally hated those things.
"If it comes to that." Bobby called Dean back, saying he was on top of things. "We must be stupid or crazy." People eating one another, but why?
"I don't know why you call me and not your boys." Rufus scoffed. We're old, we're supposed to be retired." Rufus wanted to enjoy his life for once.
"But they have something, we don't." No way was Bobby dragging Sam and Dean into this. A demon was one thing. But this, whatever was in this building was worth looking at.
Rufus snorts.
"I see a truck. Should we investigate?"
"Not yet." Bobby looks through the binoculars. "Son of a bitch." A guy wearing a jean jacket was leading a few people inside. Usually, Bobby wouldn't think much of it, but he recognized one of them.
"Let me see." Rufus takes the binoculars from Bobby. "What's Frank doing with them?" Frank Devereaux was walking willingly with the group. "Thought he was in the Caribbean?" Lucky bastard was out of the Life. Rufus was kicking himself for not following his lead.
"Beats me." They watch as the group walks in. "Let's get outta here." Before either could leave, they were knocked out by security.
"You're bibbing me?" Dr Gaines couldn't believe it. "My data, it will make our job easier." Sure he had a few hiccups, but what was process without a few mistakes?
"And I fully support that." Dick Roman said in a mocking tone. He nodded at his assistant to tie the plastic bib over his neck. Before he could enjoy the good doctor eating itself, his phone rang. "Excuse me." He clicks the button. "I'm in a meeting."
"Sir I have some trespassers."
"Send them to the detention center." He hangs up the phone. "Wait." He takes the bib away from his assistant and bibs Dr Gaines himself. "Bon appetite." He smiles as the leviathan eats itself.
"He can't eat his own head."
"Finish him off then." He had a few meetings to attend first. "Susan. The trespassers. Bring them to me."
"As you wish." She didn't mind cannibalism, however, she was watching her weight.
Bobby woke up with a loud groan. Where was he?
"You awake old man?"
"Rufus?" Ow. He had a massive migraine.
"Sorry, he isn't here." That voice.
"Frank?"
"Dumbass."
"Hello to you too. Jackass." Once Bobby got his bearings together he found himself sitting on the floor. "The hell are you doing here?" He looked around. "Where's Rufus?" They were a team.
"Don't know. I expected you to screw up, but not him."
"Port Huron. I saved your ass." Bobby remembered how much they disliked one another.
"And I'm forever grateful." The dislike was mutual. Frank could have saved himself if Bobby hadn't come along that nearly cost them their lives. They weren't sharing the same cell but were staring at one another from across the room.
"Were you brainwashed by those things?" As expected Frank snorted.
"Been a vegan for twenty years." His wife and kids. After what Frank witnessed he swore to never eat anything live again.
"Then why are you here?" Frank was an asshole, but too smart for his own good.
"Doing what you're doing. Spying." Frank doubted anyone was listening. The people that came with him were stoned out of their minds.
"You know what they're up to?"
"Not yet. I had a plan then you two screwed up." Frank already had his tools, luckily the enemy didn't search him believing he was harmless. "Now I have to save you both."
Before Bobby could argue the door on the other end opened. Frank immediately goes into his blank state, he has to make the enemy believe he was just another drooling idiot. But when the monster stopped in front of Bobby's cell, he couldn't help but give Bobby a pitying look.
'Save your breath.' Bobby thinks.
"Dick wants to see you."
"Let's not waste time then." He nods to Frank as he was led away.
Dick Roman was writing in his notepad when Bobby was dragged in.
"Mr Singer!" He says cheerfully. "You have to excuse the mess." Dr Gaines remains were sitting on a bib. "Mind cleaning this up?" He tells his assistant. Once she left with the 'bloodied' bib, he gestures for Bobby to take a seat. "Usually everyone has to make an appointment, but since you're already here, let's talk." Before he could say anything else the phone rang on his desk.
Bobby tuned Dick Roman out. Frank was here, but why? Plus Rufus. Hopefully he was okay.
"Is the factory almost complete?"
"Yes sir. Soon the research will be on your desk."
"Good. You know we're on a deadline."
Another factory? What were these freaks up to?
Once Dick hung up the phone he smiles at Bobby.
"Bobby Singer it's an honor to meet you."
"Go to hell." Bobby was kicking himself for being stupid. He and Rufus walked right into a trap.
"Charming. Hungry? Have a sandwich." He hands Bobby a bag emblazoned with the word 'Biggerson's' on the side. When Bobby ignored it, Dick laughs. "I like you."
Bobby wondered how he'll escape. He was kicking himself for not insisting Sam and Dean come along, he could really use their help. Even if he could escape, there was the matter of Rufus, plus Frank. No way was he leaving them behind. But looking at the mess on the floor, he was glad Sam and Dean were away.
"Yes sir." Dick asked his secretary to cancel his meetings.
"Now where are we."
Bobby forced himself to look ahead, wouldn't be the first time he was tortured.
"Richard Roman, he could have had it all but refused to take advantage of it. He was like you, a recluse. Yeah, he had the money and power, but didn't want the spotlight." Dick, or whatever it was called was taking something out of his desk. "So when I came here, I saw my opportunity." He takes out a box. "Beautiful ain't it." He shows Bobby an old pistol. "Won it at auction." He aims the gun at Bobby. "Pow!" He laughs as Bobby continued to stare ahead. "I don't really need this thing, guns are merely toys. I and the rest of my kind are invisible to most creatures, angels and demons included." He loads up the gun. "Before I eat you, I'll tell you your fortune. You had those dreams, guess what, they're all true. My Master, It's on Its way here, and there's nothing you can do to stop It. Your Creator, He trying, but even eliminating what he started won't do anything." He finishes loading up the weapon. "Don't even bother praying, He won't answer, He never does."
Bobby stayed silent but heard Dick pressing a button on his desk.
"Susan, bring him in."
"Yes sir."
"You hunters are all alike. Brave to the end, willing to die for your cause." Bobby was about to give him a sarcastic remark when he heard a familiar voice.
"Get your skanky hands off me you bitch!" Rufus was unsuccessfully trying to pull away from Dick Roman's assistant.
"Rufus!" He tried to get up, but Dick Roman shoves him back down.
"Don't bother. He couldn't escape her, what makes you think you can." He nods at her to leave the room. Once she left, he points his gun at Rufus. "Shame he isn't worth copying, he has a lot of friends."
"You're breaking my heart." Rufus gives Bobby a dirty look. "Jackass." Figures Bobby leads them into a trap.
"I'm sorry Rufus."
"Don't bother." Rufus glares at Dick. "You won't win."
"Maybe. But I'm looking at the bigger picture." Then to Bobby's horror, he shoots Rufus in the chest, killing him instantly.
"NO!"
"Don't worry you'll join him soon." Before he could do anything, he heard screams coming from outside. "Stay."
Bobby rushes to Rufus' side.
"Rufus!" Dammit! "Forgive me." He grabs the gun the Dick leaves behind. "We're getting out of here." No way was Rufus getting left behind. He grunts as he picks up his body. "Let's move." Just when he was about to lift him over his shoulder, Susan storms in. "I don't have time for this." He shoots her in the face, black goo splashing everywhere. "Let's move." He and Rufus leave the office.
Bobby saw the sprinklers going off but didn't think much of it. He carried Rufus down the stairs, being careful not to slip and slide everywhere.
"I'm taking you home." He tried to take shallow breaths, the scent of the chemicals was strong. "Borax huh? Frank, I don't know if you're crazy or a genius." Frank must've put something in the water main.
Frank shoots Dick with a shotgun.
"Will you stop that! I just had this suit tailored!"
BANG!
"Will you move your ass!" Bobby appears at the bottom of the stairwell with Rufus' body.
"Excuse me for missing the prom." He grunts as he shifts Rufus on his shoulders.
"Hey! That's mine!" He saw his gun on Bobby's side. "Argh!" As he gets splashed by a bottle.
"Move!" He hurries over to Bobby and helps carry Rufus out. "I'll drive!"
Dick watches angrily as they drove away.
"You alright?"
"No." He looked helplessly at Rufus. "I'm sorry." Omaha, now here. "I should have listened to you." Guess Rufus was finally retired. "Frank, stop off at the nearest liquor store."
"Use my card. It's prepaid." Johnny Blue, Frank knew Rufus won't drink the cheap stuff.
"The service was beautiful." It was a tiny service, Rufus didn't have many friends. Bobby had him buried in his hometown in a Jewish cemetery.
"Frank spared no expense." Frank couldn't make it but paid for all of the funeral expenses. Bobby stared sadly at Rufus's gravesite. "He's with his family now." Bobby had him buried next to his only relative. "He almost never kept kosher, always made excuses not to bury bodies during the Sabbath." Bobby smiles sadly at the grave. "Yet he practiced magic." He opens up the Johnny Blue.
"It wasn't your fault Bobby." Both Sam and Dean drove in to support Bobby.
"It was my fault. I never listened to anything he had to save."
"Omaha wasn't your fault." Dean heard this story from a drunken Bobby.
"We survived in the war, then how do I pay him back? He never let it go."
"Well, he should have."
"You don't know what I did, Dean." Bobby carried that guilt every day.
"Doesn't matter."
"What do you mean, it doesn't—" Dean holds his shoulder.
"I mean at the end of the day, you two are family. Life's short, and ours are shorter than most. We're gonna spend it wringing our hands? Something's gonna get us eventually, and when my guts get ripped out, just so you two know, we're good. Blanket apology for all the crap that anybody's done all the way around."
"Shut it Dean." Dean and Sam look up.
"You boys aren't the only ones I worry about."
Laura and Bobby laugh as they take shots of Johnny Blue.
"To family." Laura grimaces as she takes a shot. "Phew." Unlike her relatives, she disliked hard liquor.
"Rufus always said even if you don't drink, take a shot of the good stuff." He dreamed he and Rufus were running from a reaper. The last thing he saw was Dean and Sam arguing about licorice. "Did you pick a movie?"
"House of Wax." Laura always closed her eyes whenever Wade was naked.
"A true classic." He takes Laura into his arms. Wherever Rufus was, he hoped he was at peace. "To you Old Man." He takes a swig of Johnny, but not before pouring him a shot.
"You sure this will bring him back?" A demon was staring at an unconscious Cole. "It will be difficult to bring a demon back from the Avatars."
"It doesn't matter. Cole will do anything to save his loved ones." The witch, his dead father. He holds the form of his father's soul. "Once we get him back, we can start training." Balthazar was one of the most deadly demons that existed. "Start by eliminating the witches."
"Finally." The demon never met the Charmed Ones, but he was looking forward to the battle.
"Dad." Cole moaned.
"Shh. Sleep." Once Cole was back on their side, they can finally take over Hell. The Queen won't stand a chance.
"Phoebe. Run." Cole whispered.