HELLHOUND - Supernatural

Twenty seven.

After knocking on the door, Bobby soon opened it calmly. His face quickly turned into astonishment when he saw Sam. Alive. 

Dean greeted the man, "Hey, Bobby." He looked away straight after, hiding from the older man's gaze.

Sam smiled softly, not seeing anything wrong with the situation, "Hey, Bobby."

Bobby was lost for words at first, "Sam. It's good to... see you up and around."

Sam patted Bobby on the shoulder as he let himself inside, "Yeah... thanks for patching me up."

"Don't mention it." Bobby mumbled as Dean followed his brother, Saron walking inside last. At first, Bobby gave Saron a hard glare. But she sent him a certain look back, gesturing towards Dean with her eyes. Bobby's hard gaze directed to Dean.

Dean felt stiff under Bobby's look, who seemed to be vibrating with unspoken emotion, "Well Sam's better. And we're back in it now, so... what do you know?" Sam looked at Dean curiously, wondering why he seemed so nervous and why Bobby looked at him in that odd way.

Saron sighed heavily under the awkwardness, "Bobby. You found something?" She asked, trying to break the tension.

The man nodded, walking forward and gesturing to further inside his house, "Yeah, but I'm not sure what the hell it means."

Sam followed behind him, "What is it?"

"Demonic omens... like a frickin' tidal wave." Bobby had a map on his table, pointing to it, "Cattle deaths. Lightning storms. They skyrocketed from out of nowhere. Here. All around here, except for one place... Southern Wyoming."

"Wyoming." Saron muttered, the whole idea sounding familiar for some reason.

Dean repeated in confusion, "Wyoming?"

"Yeah." Bobby nodded, "That one area's totally clean - spotless. It's almost as if..." He trailed off, Sam frowned.

"What?"

"The demons are surrounding it."

"But you don't know why?" Dean asked, Bobby shook his head again and walked around the table to Sam.

"No, and by this point my eyes are swimming. Sam, would you take a look at it?" He asked, looking to the younger Winchester, "Maybe you could catch something I couldn't."

Sam agreed, "Yeah, sure."

"Saron, you mind too?" Bobby asked as well, sending a look over to Dean whilst Sam had his back turned. Saron understood where he was coming from. 

Someone was gonna get their ass whooped.

"I don't mind." She replied, pulling up a chair, "Whole thing sounds strangely familiar anyway."

"Yellow-Eyes mention anything like this?" Dean asked hopefully, only to earn a hesitant shake of the head from Saron.

"Come on, Dean." Bobby butted in, "I got some more books in the truck. Help me lug 'em in."

Dean nodded, quietly sighing, "Yeah." He sent a look of help to Saron, but she ignored him as he walked behind an angry Bobby Stinger.

Sam looked up from one of the books, "Does Bobby seem angry to you?" He asked innocently.

Saron's brows were raised for a second before she cleared her throat and shook her head, "Bobby always seems angry towards me, so I have no idea."

"He's still getting used to you being around I think."

"Yeah... sure, Samson."

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"You look as if something's bothering you." Sam pointed out after a while of flicking through endless pages of books. It had actually only been around ten minutes. "Saron?"