Soon after, we arrived at Bobby's. Dean grabbed my bag from my truck, and then his from his car. Sam grabbed his, and Dean looked at me. I grabbed his hand, and squeezed it reassuringly, before I knocked on the door.
Bobby opens it and looks at us, before his eyes land on with Sam with astonishment.
Dean smiles. "Hey, Bobby."
"Hey, Bobby." Sam repeats.
"Sam." Bobby clears his throat. "It's good to see... you up and around."
The taller man nods, smiling. "Yeah, well... thanks for patching me up."
"Don't mention it."
"Well Sam's better. And we're back in it now, so...what do you know?" Then, Dean paused. "You know Lynn? She's kind of with us now."
"Right..." Bobby stepped back and let us in the house. I smiled at him, and grabbed my bag from Dean. "Upstairs, first door on the left."
"Thanks," I kissed him on the cheek, effectively flustering him.
"You want something to drink?"
"Coke, please."
"It'll be waiting."
I nodded in thanks, and ran upstairs quickly, dropping my bag on the bed. I ran a brush through my hair, left it hanging down. When I went back downstairs, and Bobby handed me a bottle of soda.
"So," Dean asked. "What did you find?"
Bobby sighed, and I took a sip of my soda. "Well, I found something. But I'm not sure what the hell it means."
"What is it?" Sam asks.
"Demonic omens...like a frickin' tidal wave. Cattle deaths. Lightening storms. They skyrocketed from out of nowhere. Here." Bobby points to Wyoming on a map. "All around here, except for one place...Southern Wyoming."
"Wyoming?" Dean furrowed his eyebrows.
"Yeah. That one area's totally clean - spotless. It's almost as if..."
"What?" Sam asked.
"The demons are surrounding it."
"But you don't know why?" I asked.
Bobby shook his head. "No, and by this point my eyes are swimming. Sam, Lynn, would you take a look at it? Maybe you could catch something I couldn't."
"Yeah, sure." Sam nodded.
Bobby glared at the oldest brother. "Come on, Dean. I got some more books in the truck. Help me lug 'em in."
Dean smiled weakly. "Yeah."
They went outside and I took a gulp of my Coke, awkwardly. I looked at Sam, and smiled. He smiled back, and I looked down at the map.
"What should we look for?" I mutter, studying the map.
"I don't know," Sam came to my side, looking down at the paper. "By the way, I just wanted to say I admire how brave you've been."
I furrowed my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, you were introduced to this life, and you haven't run screaming yet. That takes guts, Lynn."
I shrug. "I've always been open minded. It helped that you were there to help with it." I pause, stand on my tiptoes and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. "Thanks, Sam."
He patted my back awkwardly. "No problem." The door opened, and we pulled back, then Sam's eye widened. "Ellen?!"
Her brown eyes were rimmed with red, and her brown hair was tangled. "Hi, Sam." She muttered, sitting at the table. Then she noticed me. "Who the hell are you?"
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Damaged
ChickLitLynn Berkley was just an ordinary girl. Her mother died in a house fire when she was six months old, her father was the best. He just died from cancer not long ago. She was on her way home from a friends house when everything changed. She woke up in...
