Bobby Singer's Daughter - A Supernatural Fan Fiction

Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen - One and Done

I'm driving at a high speed when my phone vibrates and I answer it even though it's an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Is this Melanie?" it's a young girl's voice.

"Yes, where's Sam?"

There's a pause making my blood run cold.

"Sam told me to call if I didn't hear anything back from him."

I hang up abruptly after getting the girl's address and race on towards her; I chew my lip as I go in haste leave it to Sam to get into trouble while he's all alone. I wonder if he knows anything about Vetalas and I rack my brain trying to remember books I've read about them. I've never faced them on my own or seen one in person but from what I can remember they tend to hunt in twos or threes depending on the location; this Krissy kid may not know anything about her father's habits, but she may need to know in order to save him regardless of what he was trying to do leaving her behind like that. It's still dark out when I arrive at Krissy's place well at least the motel her and her father were staying at; she opens the door and I rush in slamming it shut behind me.

"Did Sam tell you where he was going?" She asks and I shake my head, "that's what I'm trying to figure out, what did you tell him?"

"Uh...He checked my dad's room."

I look down the hall; one door is hanging open the other is shut firmly.

"Is it the one room shut?" She nods, "alright, look I don't have time to hold your hand Krissy, but there are things your dad was probably trying to protect you from, but I don't have the time to try and make you see why that is so I'm just going to come out with it. Your dad is a hunter, not your run of the mill deer hunter, but he hunts monster and the like."

"I figured as much," she mutters.

"I thought Sam didn't tell you?"

"Sam seemed competent, so I figured fine – I'll do what my dad always tells me to. 'Be a regular kid, don't say anything, stay out of the line of fire. Let the adults work it out.' So much for that."

I can feel myself getting agitated and Lucifer tapping at the back of my mind about to tell me to rip the kid a new one when I gesture to her bulging back pocket.

"Hand it over," I tell her, "I've had a long, long week. Well more like a long year."

Instead of handing whatever it was she took from her dad's room over she pulls a gun pointing it at my forehead; I put my hands up in agitation knowing I could knock her on her ass before she could pull the trigger, but I let her feel tough like she thinks she is.

"I get it," I say, "you're a tough kid. But I'm trying to get my brother-in-law back along with your dad. That's what Sam was trying to do, right?"

"My dad left," the gun is shaking slightly, "and he didn't come back, Sam left and he didn't come back. I give you the info, you leave, you don't come back."

"Krissy, I'm coming back. You don't know what I'm capable of there's no way I'll leave you here alone."

"That's right you're not," she smirks, "I'm coming with you."

"Hell no."

"I'm coming!" she shouts, "or you're not going."

With a flick of my fingers the gun goes flying from her hand. over her head then clatters to the floor and slides a few feet away. Her eyes are wide in surprise at the empty space where the gun used to be then she looks at me understanding what I was saying before.