The New Winchester

Chapter 4 Whew! So close (Edited[Sorta])

I saw him.

"Bobby? Bobby Singer?" I exclaimed, he scared the shit out of me. "What the hell?"

"Erika, what are you doing here?" He asked pulling me into a hug. Someone's emotional today. I pulled away from the strangely awkward hug and attention I was receiving.

"I'm hunting with Sam and Dean Winchester." I replied. He looked relived that I was here but that went away as quick as it came.

"They're here?"

"Ya, finally. We met up last night we talked figured stuff out and got into a job. I have to ask you the same, why are you here?"

"Erika, Kids are dying, I can't just sit my ass back and watch and I thought no one had the job yet noticing what was doing this, I mean I know you lived here but your still little."

"No I'm not Bobby, I mean I'm 26 years old okay. I know how to take care of myself. Wait you didn't see them?" Panic rising in my voice, I started pacing slowly back and forth, thinking.

"No." Confusion appeared on his face.

"Not even the Impala?"

"Are you making me repeat myself?" He was very annoyed with me. "I said 'no'"

I was pacing faster and faster, muttering aloud. 'Shit, shit, shit.'. My heart quickened making my body shake and shiver. I put away my knife and gun afraid i might shoot something. "Where could they be?"

"Um, the bar, a restaurant, or a club would be Dean's first pick and the library would be Sam's. And your's would be...?" He was thinking about them quite worried about them.

"I would go to the house, maybe that's where they are for research?"

"Damn, you Dean" He took out his cellphone and started dialing

"Dean pick up the God damn phone." He cursed.

The phone conversation 

"Hey, Bobby what's shaking?"

"What the Hell Boy. You gave Erika here a heart attack."

"Sorry, we went to get a bite to eat. We haven't eaten in like 2 hours."

"Get your idjit of an ass down to the theater. Then we'll talk."

End of phone conversation

He slammed the phone shut.

"So was I right?" I knew the answer but I wanted to confirm my theory about what they were doing.

"No they were getting a 'bite to eat' that boy needs to learn to not eat constantly."

"I fed them both a giant breakfast, Dean especially."

"Well not enough to Dean."

That was the end of that conversation so I tried again and again to start a talk but every time it turned very awkward. Like I tried 'So hows the weather?' and 'How's life been?'. It didn't work out very well. I searched my mind for any questions about Dean and Sam that I didn't already know. One popped into my head.

"How old are they?" I wondered aloud.

"Dean is 30 right now and Sam is 26, the same age as you, Did you forget?"

"Ya must have, wow Dean's old." I stated

"What wrong with him being 30?" He questioned angrily

"He's the same age as my older brother would be. And he's 5 years from being middle aged."

"I'm 50 so that means I'm way over middle age? Is that what your saying?" He snapped.

I put up my hands defensively, surrendering. "No, maybe, okay ya I was." I admitted sadly hoping I didn't hurt his feelings. "Sorry."

"You would be perfect for Dean." He muttered. I gaged, No I am NOT like that slob, although he is a bit cute.

"Would you please explain how that would be?" I was still disgusted

"Never mind..." The boys came up from behind me and tried to scare me. It didn't work though. I just kept a straight face not laughing or acting scared.

"What you talking about?" Dean was excited because he heard his name.

"NOTHING!" I blurted out.

"I heard someone talking about me." 

"Okay um, did you find anything? Either of you?" Sam interrupted instantly changing the subject.

"No, not a thing except Bobby here."

"Ha ha very funny Erika. I picked up the story though but no evidence of the body anywhere I can't find where they buried her. All the same old though should be a salt and burn. Easy."

"What story was that? I mean what happened to her?"

Dean was looking around the room and he went straight for something I couldn't tell what. He snuck up behind Sam and gave a 3' 0" clown doll a wag in his face while making this creepy laugh-scream. Sam nearly jumped a foot batting the clown away from his face. Dean sprawled out on the floor laughing his guts out I almost chimed in. Instead I chuckled to myself trying to contain the laughter.

"DEAN, WE ARE WORKING A JOB." Bobby scorned.

"I know... but its.... so... so... funny." He gasped in between laughs.

"This is what I know about her." Bobby got us back on track. "She hated kids and at an adult only play a little boy was running around. It was her own child but she tried quieting him down then sat him on the balcony. One of his friends sneaked in and wanted to sit on the balcony too. The little boy and the ghost's boy fought and the ghost's got pushed off. That's her unfinished business too bad."

"So she wants revenge on all kids who go up to the balcony afraid to have her kid be pushed down again. Okay we have an angry spirit to kill."

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HEY Y'ALL SORRY I DIDN'T UPDATE I'M IN SCHOOL AND STUFF, I'M WORKING ON A NEW STORY THAT JUST POPPED UP AND YA I NEED NAMES SO JUST LEAVE SOME ON MY PROFILE OR IN A COMMENT AND I MOST LIKELY WILL USE IT SO YA GTG 

Olivia <3