𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝙷𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛[𝙳.𝚆]

091

"No fucking way." I whisper, the beginnings of a grin starting to spread across my face. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I take in the old house and the plies off junked cars around it.

"What-" I don't even let Dean finish his sentence because I'm already tumbling out of Impala. The door to the house opens slowly and standing there is none other than Bobby Singer himself.

"HAHA! BOBBY!" I cry out happily, running up the stairs to his door. His eyes widen as big as saucers at the sight of me.

"Little J?!" He asks, completely stunned. I laugh, crashing into his body and wrapping my arms around his neck as I hug him tightly. He laughs with me and picks me up a bit as he hugs back just as tight. I feel tears brim my eyes and I tighten my hold at the sound of his laugh. He still smelled like gunpowder and whiskey. Only when someone clears their throat behind us do we separate.

"I thought you were dead, J." Bobby asks me, his eyes scanning my entire body, still wide with disbelief.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I was trying to get away from everything. Sadly, that meant you too." Guilt washes over me at the thought of Bobby not knowing anything.

"This was not the interaction I was expecting." I hear Sam whisper to his brother from somewhere behind me.

"You two know each other?" Dean asks, pointing between me and Bobby still at arms length with each other.

"Oh yeah, this old man was practically my dad growing up." I chuckle, tipping Bobby's hat as I back away.

"I thought you ran solo? Didn't play well with other hunters." Sam asks suspiciously. I roll my eyes at him.

"Bobby is the exception. Just like you Winchesters."

"Man, it's good to see you boys." Bobby chuckles, pulling Dean into a hug first, then Sam.

"What are you three even doing here? Where's your daddy?" Bobby asks them after backing away. Dean's smile falters and he clears his throat.

"That's actually why we're here."

Bobby ushers us inside and gets Dean to give him the short version of the story.

"And you're with them why? Last time I checked, you weren't exactly a team player." Bobby tells me from wherever he was in the kitchen. I shrug, glancing around the living room with a fond smile. Being here after so long made me feel nostalgic for sure.

"It's a long story for another time. The short and sweet version? The Winchesters are too hard to resist." I smirk, winking at Dean. He chuckles and shakes his head, running a hand over his mouth to smother it. Bobby walks back into his library with two circular flasks and looks between the both of us.

"I'm not sure I wanna even ask."

"You don't."

"Alright, then." Bobby chuckles, then hands me one of the flasks. "Here you go." I raise a brow, looking down at it then back up.

"I hope there's whisky in this. It's been a long 24 hours."

"Nah, that one's holy water. This is whiskey." Bobby gestures to his flask before unscrewing it and taking a swing. I smack the holy water flask against Dean's chest and hold out my hand for the whisky. Bobby chuckles and hands it over.

"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure if we should come." Dean admits. I scrunch my nose at the burn that slides down my throat after taking a swing. I quickly give it back to Bobby.