Saints or Sinners | {BOOK 3}

35| The New Bobby

Sam and I waited on the dock as Dean and Benny approached in a boat. Dean threw a rope to Sam to tether them before throwing his and Benny's bags onto the dock. As they both joined us on the dock, Sam and I glared past Dean at the vampire.

"I'm Benny," he introduced himself, holding a hand out to Sam. "Heard a lot about you, Sam."

Dean and I watched as Sam took the proffered hand, and then used his other hand to open the cover on his knife holster, fingers flexing around the handle. However, Dean gave his brother a little shake with his head and Sam loosened his grip on the knife. Benny let his hand drop out of Sam's and to his side.

"I see you three have a lot to talk about," he said. "Eleanor."

The vampire nodded to me, then pat Dean on the arm before picking up his bag and walking away. Sam and I both glared at Dean. However, instead of saying anything to us, Dean just picked up his own bag and started over to where the Impala was parked nearby.

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Dean had found us another case. He and Sam had started having the argument I'd been having with Dean since I'd met Benny in Purgatory. Sam, like me, couldn't understand why Dean was so dead set on letting Benny live. Dean had made a comment about how if Benny slipped up and another hunter got him, then that was fine, but of course that hunter wasn't going to be him. I bit my tongue, but in my head I was thinking about how I might be that hunter who ganks Benny.

"So, guy's old lady comes home while he's working underneath his ride, puts the pedal to the metal, and takes off half his head," Dean explained to Sam and I.

"What, that's it?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, in a nutshell. She says she blacked out, doesn't remember a damn thing."

"Well, that sounds like insanity," I pointed out.

"Maybe," Dean shrugged.

"So, how does that make this our kind of thing?" Sam voiced what I was thinking.

"Because, Sam, Kevin's in the wind, okay, and you're sulking around like a eunuch in a whorehouse, and I can't help but ask myself, when is decapitation not my thing?"

"How about when it comes to the decapitation of a certain vampire?" I muttered quietly as Dean got out of the car and started heading up to the lady's house.

Sam gave me a look that said he was thinking the same thing and then we both also climbed out and followed Dean over to the Sheriff's line outside the house and all held up our badges.

"Whoa, whoa. FBI?" the deputy asked.

"Yeah, happened to be in the neighborhood," I said.

"First a Texas Ranger, now you guys?"

"Texas Ranger?" Dean repeated.

"Yes, sir. Right over there."

We all looked over as the deputy pointed to see Garth interviewing a witness. He was wearing a cowboy hat and a tassled leather jacket.

"Oh, you got to be kidding me," Dean and I chorused.

We walked over to him as he was fanning himself with his hat.

"Hey, Chuck Norris," Dean greeted him.

"Sam? Dean, Ellie!" Garth grinned.

"Shh," Sam shushed him, looking around.

Garth just laughed, giving the younger Winchester a big hug.

"Forgot he was a hugger," Sam muttered.

"Come here!" Garth turned to Dean and gave him the same treatment. "You, too."

"We're still- we're still working here," I pointed out as I was hugged last.

"Uh, you guys have no idea how much I missed you," Garth continued excitedly.

"Uh, excuse us, would you?" Dean directed at the witness Garth had been interviewing.

"Yeah, we'll be right back," Garth added.

We walked a little ways away so we could talk to him properly.

"A Texas Ranger, Garth? Seriously? We're in Missouri."

"What? Come on. I look like a funeral director in one of those," Garth gestured to Sam and Dean's suits. "Wow. I heard some chatter you and Ellie were back in the batter's box, but I didn't believe it until now."

I opened my mouth to say something, but was interrupted as a cell phone played Kriss Kross's 'Jump'. Garth opened his jacket to reveal three different phones in three separate pockets.

"Oh, uh, one sec. Um..."

He took a step away, answering the phone.

"Yo, Earl. What you got? A revenant? Okay, uh, you'll need a casket and some silver spikes. Oh, and don't get bit. No, it won't turn you, but it will hurt like hell. Okay, so once you got all that, nail the sucker in, bury him, and throw away the key. Okay? Alright. Hasta."

He hung up the phone and turned back to face us, pausing when he saw our faces.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"My job, mujer."

"Your job?" Dean repeated.

"Yeah."

"And since when is giving your advice your job?" I asked.

"Hold up," Sam cut in. "Are you the new Bobby?"

"You shut your mouth," Dean told him.

"Yes," Garth answered Sam.

"You shut your mouth!" Dean cried. "What?"

"Bobby was gone. You three were MIA. It was a weird time," Garth shrugged. "Somebody had to step in and take up the slack. Alright. Let's just get back to work, and we'll talk about this later, alright?"

He walked back over to the witness and we stared after him for a moment.

"Did Garth just tell us what to do?" Dean asked.

"I-I think so," I nodded.

We both shuddered and then all walked over to join them.

"Uh, Scott Lew," Garth said, "These gentlemen and lady are  with the FBI. Mr. Lew's parents were the individuals involved in this... unfortunate situation."

"Sorry for your loss," I told Scott.

"Just a few questions, Mr. Lew," Sam added. "Um, by any chance were your parents having... marital problems?"

"No," Scott shook his head. "Uh, no more than anyone else."

"What about your mother's health? Any chance this was a seizure, a stroke, anything that might help explain this?"

"I don't think so. Um, they're checking her at the, um, hospital right now."

"What about stranger behavior?" Dean jumped in.

"Stranger?" Scott repeated. "How?"

"Hearing voices, seeing things- your mother mention anything like that?"

"My parents were married for 30 years- high school sweethearts. There's no good explanation for why this happened, no matter where you want to look."

"Okay, well, thank you, Scott," Garth wrapped up. "We'll be in touch."

Scott walked away from us and Dean and I eyed Garth up and down.