It's now November and the siblings have been on their own ever since. They didn't see anybody after their parents' death, and Billy saw a missing report for them on the news last month.
Neither of the numbers their mom had worked when they tried to call them so Billy has been trying to find the two guys some other way. Supposedly Dean Winchester, along with his brother Sam, have been dead for two years -- and also six years. Plus, Dean has been dead since 2006.
"How does somebody die three times? I mean, what the hell is this guy, Michael Myers?" Billy had questions as the two sit in the car, Billy trying to find a way to track the man like he has been the whole week.
"People fake deaths, Billy." Daphne shrugs.
"Three times, though?" Billy asks.
"Anything on the Bobby dude?" Daphne asks, pulling her sleeves down to cover her hands.
"Nope." Billy answers. They sit in silence for a few minutes. "Oh, shit!"
"What?" Daphne looks over at him.
"I got it. I have his location. Well, supposedly." Billy says.
"Really? Where?" Daphne asks, turning to sit facing him.
"Uh... here." Billy's eyebrows furrow.
"Here?" Daphne questions, looking around.
"Yeah, uh..." Billy looks around. He spots two men getting out of a black Impala, the two faces identical to the ones on the laptop. "There." He points, Daphne following his gaze. "Nice car." He hums.
"So do we, like... just go up to them, or-or do we need to make some sort of appointment or something?" Daphne asks.
"They're not therapists, Daph." Billy says.
"They could be." Daphne shrugs.
"I'm sure I would've found something if they were." Billy retorts. "Let's just... let's just go."
"Do we tell them we know their names?" Daphne asks as they get out of the car. She nervously fiddles with the end of her sleeve.
"That would make us stalkers." Billy quietly says.
"Well, you've been trying to track him for a week, I think that kinda makes you a stalker. Or a psycho, at least." Daphne comments.
"Come on." Billy grabs her arm, dragging her after him. "Hey." He calls, the two men turning around. "Are, uh... are you Dean Winchester?" He asks the shorter of the two.
"Dude, how tall are you?" Daphne asks, having to crane her neck back to look at Sam.
Sam stammers, not sure how to answer the unknown girl.
"Who's asking?" Dean asks.
"Look, my mom said to call you or some dude named Bobby Singer. Neither numbers worked." Billy explains.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean demands, stepping forward defensively, Sam also straightening up.
"Hey, you cannot hurt me. That is child abuse." Daphne warns. "But he's eighteen, so you'd only be committing, like, one crime instead of two."
"Thank you." Billy tells her sarcastically. Daphne smiles.
"Enough." Dean barks. "Who the hell are you two? Why does your mother know about us?"
"The hell if I know." Billy scoffs. "She didn't have time to explain prior to stabbing herself in the heart with a knife."
"That's a little graphic." Daphne mumbles.
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Fanfiction[ supernatural -- seasons 9-15 ] Billy and Daphne stand alone: Freaks Come Out at Night I DO NOT own Supernatural, any of the show's characters or storylines. I ONLY own my OCs and their storylines.
