SAVIOR - SUPERNATURAL

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Following behind Dean's impala, I couldn't help but grow tense. He hadn't given me much information. All I knew was Lucifer was out and about and for some reason I had a part to play in putting him away. I guess me agreeing to follow Dean was also me sort of agreeing to help but in all honesty I wanted nothing to do with this.

I knew of the Winchesters. Even went on a hunt with John a handful of years ago when he was still alive, but I didn't really know them. I didn't owe them anything and truthfully I didn't really have much concern for their well being, harsh as that sounds. So truth be told, I couldn't really tell you why I was going along with this. Maybe it was the hunter in me? Seeking the chaos of a fight? The adrenaline and buzz of a good hunt? Something about it drew me in.

I was thrown from my thoughts when Dean pulled into a hospital parking lot. A hospital? What the hell did Dean have business here for? I pulled in next to him and stepped out, walking to meet him at his car.

I looked around, inspecting our surroundings, "Hey, uh, if you were gonna kill me... the woods might have been more discreet. Just saying." He rolled his eyes and gestured his hand towards the entrance, "yeah, yeah, come on Nancy Drew."

He started off towards the entrance, leaving me to follow. We ended up outside a hospital room where I could hear muffled voices. He had yet to explain the plan here. "Seriously, dude, why are we in a hospital?"

He turned around to face me, one hand on the door, "A hunter friend of ours was hurt, but he's the one that's gonna get you up to speed." He pushed open the door and my heart dropped.

"Bobby?!" I rushed over to where his wheelchair was parked, "What the hell happened to you?!"

Dean looked taken aback, "You two know each other?" I ignored him, frantically looking over Bobby trying to deduce how he got himself in this situation.
He grabbed one of my hands to still me, "Relax, Sweetie. Some guys were looking for some information that the boys had and I got in the mix. Someone should be here soon to fix me up."

I spun around to face Dean and only then noticed Sam also present in the room. "You guys really don't have the best track record," I scoffed turning back to Bobby, not waiting for a response. "Someone's fixing you up? No offense Bobby but you look a little beyond fixing,"

He opened his mouth to respond but stopped short and turned his attention to something behind me, "There's the man of the hour. Get to healing. Now."

I twisted to find a man in a trench coat and business attire standing awkwardly in the doorway. He looked at Bobby with what looked like pity, "I'm sorry. With my being locked out of heaven, I can only do so much."

I'm sorry, what? Who was this guy and what the actual fuck was he on about? Bobby grew angry and started ranting about being stuck in his wheelchair but all I could focus on was this strange character. Locked out of heaven? Was that supposed to be a metaphor of some sort? Why did Bobby think he had the power to fix paralysis?

The man had a strange energy. It was setting my nerves on fire and I grew anxious. I felt the same kind of buzz in my body I did outside of that warehouse. It was uncomfortable but magnetic at the same time. I almost felt a familiarity in his presence but I was hundred percent sure I'd never even been in his vicinity before. I watched as he started talking about finding God and took a necklace from Dean as some sort of good luck charm or something. Maybe he was a super religious guy who was going to pray for Bobby's health? But Bobby wasn't religious enough to buy that, let alone expect it to work. I had no idea what to think of- huh?

I blurted, "I'm sorry, what the fuck just happened?" That guy had just disappeared out of thin air. "Someone needs to start explaining now," I was growing nervous and antsy as my hand hovered towards the gun in my waist band for some sort of comfort. I didn't like not knowing what was going on around me and I didn't have any reason to trust the Winchesters. I kicked myself for not running tests on them. What if they were demons? Shapeshifters? I was usually more careful than this. Damnit.