Bobby Singer's Daughter - A Supernatural Fan Fiction

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Seven - Back Again

Back at Rufus's cabin Dean hands over dad's flask; he's been keeping a close eye on me ever since we got back from the Psych Ward; Sam's out making a food run in the late afternoon about a week after we got back. I'm sitting on the porch swing, phone to my ear with Meg who's keeping an eye on our winged friend.

"Call me if he wakes up, please Meg," I say, "or if anything changes."

"You know you'll be the first I call, doll," she drawls.

"I know we didn't ask you to watch him for us but thank you for doing this."

She huffs as Dean comes out the door raising his eyebrows at me.

"As if I'd do it because you asked, but I appreciate the gesture. I'll call you."

We hang up and I rise from the swing as Dean comes over taking me in his arms; I lean my head against his chest breathing in his familiar scent. It's been so long since I've been this close to him and actually enjoy it.

"Who was that?" he asks and I look up at him through my lashes, "I called Meg, to check in on Cass."

"Mel, you didn't have to do that."

"Of course I did!" I step back but his hands don't leave my body, just move to my hips, "he saved me, Dean, another week like I was, and I probably would have died! The least I could do is check in on him or have her call if he changes." He sighs, "yes, I'm worried about him, but I'm more worried about you, are you really, okay?"

"It's getting better, yeah," I say honestly, "I think I feel okay because I passed on the crazy, but I'm wading through it."

Before he can get in a response his phone rings just as Sam pulls the car up close to the porch; holding my waist with one hand he answers.

"Hello."

The voice on the other end buzzes for a minute.

"Wait," he splutters, "w-who is this?"

He turns the phone on speaker as the voice comes again, "Garth, Garth Fitzgerald the Fourth," I raise an eyebrow, "we worked together on that demon thing? You owe me one?"

"Oh yeah, yeah, how you doing Garth?"

Sam comes up the porch grocery bags in hand to listen.

"I'm ready to cash in that chip, bra," he says, "there's something brewing in Junction City, Kansas."

All three of us look from one another then tell Garth we'll be there as soon as possible but it'll probably be the next day by the time we get there after gathering all the things we think we'll need. As we're packing, I grab dad's flask from the dining room table and shiver slightly as my skin comes into contact with the object, I stare at it a long minute before taking a swig then tuck it into my coat pocket. As we're on the way there from Rufus's one of the EMF readers in my bag starts to wail loudly making us jump and Dean swerves sharply into the other lane before pulling it back over safely.

"What the hell," I mutter reaching into my bag, "this thing is going nuts."

Shutting it off quickly I tuck it away mind whirring, what the hell could be setting it off now? Once we meet up with Garth, look at several bodies and discover that the damn monster is a Shojo, roams where the booze flows steadily in Japan where only the truly drunk can see it. At the newest scene Garth and I have a moment alone freely to discuss dad and other happenings; his EMF starts to go off while we're talking and he looks at me as I had the flask out taking a swig from it. A small argument had started and I wandered away to wait for the guys at the car.