In which a girl and her two brothers take over the family business of saving people and hunting things, but things get a little bit more complicated when something horrible happens to their own.
Book 1
Season 1-15
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Waking up to the morning sun shining brightly through the car window I sit up taking a look at my surroundings seeing a dark blue house with hubcaps attached to the side "uncle Bobby? Are you sure he's gonna want to see us?" I asked rubbing the sleep from my eyes "I guess we'll have to see." Dean replied as he looked at me through the rear view mirror while he parked the Impala, and we got out.
As we walked up to the house, a Rottweiler chained to a pickup stood up on the truck's hood and started barking at us "rumsfeld!" I said excitedly running up to him "Addison, be-." Dean yelled but Rumsfeld had jumped down and flipped over onto his back, exposing his stomach to me as I scratched his stomach as he wiggled around happily with his tongue hanging out....moments later, Bobby rushed out of the front door with a shotgun at the ready once he saw Sam and Dean, he slowly lowered his gun as he looked down at the giant dog and me.
"Some attack dog." He scoffed as I looked up at him "hi, Bobby." I said with a smile on my face "hi, Sweet-Pea." He said quickly walking over and embracing me as he looked over at Sam and Dean "hi, boys." He said "hi, Bobby." Sam and Dean said in unison "come on in." Bobby said waving for us to follow him into the house, so we did his house was completely plastered with notes and book pages. There were stacks of books and jars of random things on every surface. Sam and Dean explained the situation with Dad, and Bobby decided that it was inevitable that someone was coming for us, so we needed a plan, and we needed to be prepared.
As Bobby walked up to Dean and handed him a silver flask, and kept another one for himself "here you go." Bobby said "what is this...holy water?" Dean asked him "that one is." Bobby replied pointing to the flask in Dean's hand and then shook the one in his "this is whiskey." He said taking a sip out of the flask and then handed it to Dean as Dean took a sip as well "Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come." Dean said.
"Nonsense. Your daddy needs help." Bobby said "well, yeah, but last time we saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything." Dean laughed "yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people." Bobby replied as I giggled at him "yeah, I guess he does." Dean mumbled "none of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back." Bobby said "Bobby, this book...I've never seen anything like it." Sam said as he flipped through a large book at a desk.
"Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, all right." Bobby said "and these, uh, these protective circles.....they really work?" Sam asked him "hell, yeah. You get a demon in...they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel." Bobby replied as Sam laughed "man knows his stuff." Dean muttered "I'll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you kids stepped in." Bobby said "oh, yeah? How's that?" Sam asked him "normal year, I hear of.....say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four tops."'Bobby said "yeah." Dean said.
