The Unknown

~The Past~ part two

Dakota's P.O.V

I was pulled away from my mother and to the truck where I found out that Bobby was the person pulling me.

"Dakota get in the truck it's not safe here." He says as he lets me go and opens the passenger side door.

I get in with no trouble trying to comprehend what just happened. She was dead, gone, no longer living in the same world I lived, no longer breathing the same air. No longer breathing at all. How and who could have done this?

"Dakota are you ok?" Bobby asked being stupid of course I was ok.

"Of course I'm ok Bobby, this is a dream and I'm going to wake up in the morning." I said looking at him.

"Hun this is no dream. I'm sorry." he said sounding as if he was about to cry.

"How - could - this - have." I choked out while bawling.

"Dakota it's going to be ok." he said starting the car and driving away.

~ an hour later ~

We pulled into the, um well car lot I guess,it was Bobby's drive way but there was a lot of cars in it. We park in front of his house that I've only been to once, when I see a black Impala.

"What are they doing here?" Bobby says turning off the car and opening the drivers side door.

"Who?" I asked get out of the car.

"Um no one, just some friends." he said opening his front door let me go in first.

"Hey Bobb-." a tall man with short dark brown hair started to say coming in the front room, but stopped his sentence when he saw me. "Bobby who's this?" He said crouching down to my level, looking at me with a smile.

"Sam this is Dakota, Dakota Smith."

"Awe that's a cute name, do you have a middle name?" The tall man, apparently named Sam, asked.

"Yeah, but it's a weird one." I said.

"Don't worry I bet it's not that weird." He said still smiling at me.

"Ok well, it's Mary. My full name is Dakota Mary Smith." I said, as I said that he dropped his smile to a sad look and got up.

"It's not weird at all." he said looking up at Bobby looking like he was about to cry. "Well I'm going to go get a beer and you can tell us why she's here, Bobby." he said walking away.

"Us, there's more people here?" I asked looking up at Bobby with confusion plastered on my face.

"Yeah there's one more person other than Sam. His name is-." he stopped talking when an average height, man with short dark brown hair came in and finished Bobby's sentence.

"Dean, My names Dean, and you are?" He asked taking a sip of beer.

"My name is Dakota Mary Smith." I said holding out my hand for him to shake, which he did.

"Beautiful name, why are you here?" He asked sitting down on a chair in the front room.

"Thanks and I'm here because my mother was just murdered." I said and as I did he looked up at Bobby with a look I could not make out.

"Dean can I talk to you for a minute." Bobby said walking outside and the guy named Dean walking behind him.

"Um there's food in the kitchen if your hungry and Sam is in the book room."
Dean said before he walked out to met up with Bobby.

I walked into the book room, it was like a family room but, there were books everywhere.

"Hey whatcha doing?" I asked walking up to Sam, that was looking outside at Dean and Bobby.

"Nothing, do you want to help me fix lunch?" He asked getting up, as I followed behind.

"Sure." I said walking into the kitchen.

"Hey Sammy throw me a beer will ya." Dean said walking into the kitchen looking like he was just hit with bad news.

"Are you ok?" Sam asked Dean as he walked up to him.

"Oh, yeah just fan fricken tastic ." Dean said walking to the refrigerator to get himself a beer.

And that's how it all started. I still don't know what was said outside between Dean and Bobby, but I'm ok with that. For now.