Queen Of Hell || Dean Winchester

2. At Bobby's

As we left the building, it was daylight. We walked to his car. It was a black '67 Chevy Impala. I looked at it admiringly. "That's a really nice car." Actually, I didn't really care for cars at all, but there was something appealing about this one. And it suited Dean. Maybe that's why I liked it so much...
"Yeah, I know. My father gave it to me."
"Sounds like a great father." He didn't answer. I wondered if I had said something wrong. We sat in the Impala and Dean drove off. The song 'All out of love' was playing on the radio and I looked happily at Dean. "I love this song." "Yeah?" he asked questioningly. "Yeah!" I replied. "It's one of my favs." Suddenly I started to sing.

"And what would you say if I called on you now
And said that I can′t hold on?
There's no easy way, it gets harder each day
Please, love me or I′ll be gone."

He looked at me with a big grin on his face. "You're a really good singer." "Thank you," I replied proudly. "Glad you like this song. My brother is always annoyed by my music." I laughed and sang on. This time Dean joined in.

"I′m all out of love, I'm so lost without you
I know you were right, believing for so long
I′m all out of love, what am I without you?
I can't be too late, I know I was so wrong."

"What other music do you listen to?" asked Dean excitedly. "Pop songs, mostly Taylor Swift. And you like rock music, right?" He looked at me, impressed. "You're smart." "That's because I read so much." Now his look turned disgusted. "Oh no. You're just like my brother Sam. But with better taste in music." I had to laugh and brushed my hair out of my face. We drove on for a little while until we arrived a small house, which looked very familiar. "Your friend is Bobby?" He nodded and got out of the car. "Yep. How do you know him?" "I live with him." He stared at me with wide eyes.

"Wow. That's intense." I shrugged and climbed out of the car. The front door opened and Bobby stepped outside. He ran to us and pulled me into a hug. "Sara, what happened? Why did you go off by yourself? I told you to wait!"

"Sorry, but I am an adult and can make my own decisions."

"But you have been gone for three days! Are you okay?" He looked at me with concern. I nodded. "Just a headache, nothing dangerous." He looked at Dean and then back to me. "Come inside. You need to rest."

Dean followed us as we went to the living room. I sat on a couch and watched Bobby check my wounds. He looked at them closely and shook his head in disappointment. "How could you be so stupid?" he sighed. "I just wanted to help you with the case. Besides, I was just talking to a victim, not chasing the monster. But it found me. It could have happened here too. And now please don't be mad at me, Bobby. I was just trying to help."

"You're right. But talk to me next time, okay?" "Okay."

Now Bobby turned to Dean. "Is the werewolf dead?" Dean smiled proudly at him. "Of course. You know I always finish a case. Or rather, Sara finished it this time." When Bobby looked to me questioningly, Dean added "She shot that son of a bitch right in the head with a silver bullet. On the first try." I had to smile as that wasn't quite the truth, but I wanted Bobby to believe that. " Where is Sammy?" wanted Dean to know. "Upstairs. I'll get him." Bobby got up and headed to the stairs. "Can you get me a beer?" called Dean after him. In reply, Bobby grumbled "Idjit".

"So, I was gone 3 days. But how is this even possible?" Dean looked just as confused. "I have no idea. But we'll figure it out." I was about to say something else, but Bobby came back with a beer in his hand, which he held out to Dean. Dean took it with a big grin and opened it. Suddenly another man came around. He looked a little younger than Dean. "Sam, this is Sara," said Bobby. "Hello Sara." He looked at me with a kind expression. We shook hands and he sat down next to me in a black armchair. "She also likes books. Maybe you two will become best friends." Dean grabbed his beer and took a big drink.

"Why do you live with Bobby?" Sam asked and leaned back. "I grew up with Ellen, a friend of Bobby's and her daughter Jo. But she didn't want us to hunt. So I decided to go away. That was a few weeks ago. She wasn't thrilled, but she gave me Bobby's address and said that if I want to hunt, then not alone." The boys looked at me with concern. Dean put his beer aside and asked "Are you sure you want this life as a hunter? Once you make that decision, there's no going back." "Yeah, I want that life."