SUPERNATURAL. in which dean winchester is pulled out of hell but he's unsure of who or what pulled him out. it's up to him, allison argent, and his younger brother sam to find out. all while fighting off the apocalypse.
SEASON FOUR - SEASON FIVE
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┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ BOBBY TO THE RESCUE ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ Sex and Violence
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"AND YOU NEED THEM BECAUSE . . ."
Sam stood in Dr Cara Robert's office, in an attempt to get those blood samples, "We want to run test on them," he replied to her, rocking back and forth on his heels. Dr Roberts stood by a stack of files on a desk, next to the desk was a purple flower.
She chuckles lightly, "You know, I've run every test there is. It's, uhm . . . my job," she tells Sam, stepping toward him, "Notice the lab coat."
"We know a specialist who would like to try out a theory." Sam tells her, wearing a small smile because of her words. She shakes her head and walks past him, "If you say so," she opens the little fridge and pulls out a case, "What the hell?"
"What?" Sam asks.
She looks back at him, "The bloods gone."
While Dean and Nick were at the strip club and Sam was at the doctors office, still talking with Dr Robert's, Allison was at a diner with a laptop in front of her. Still determined to look at more research about sirens.
She hummed as she did so, placing her chin into the palm of her hand. "More coffee, hun?" an elderly waitress walked past her, holding a coffee pot. Allison smiled up at her thankfully and then shook her head. It was getting late and she hasn't heard from either one of the brothers, which made her worry, but she knew they'd be okay.
Her phone began to ring. She answered it and put it up to her ear, "Hello?" she speaks, not taking her eyes off the screen as she raises her coffee cup to her lips to take a sip. "Allison," it was Bobby.
"Oh, hey Bobby." she greeted, happy to hear his voice.
"I'm kinda worried," he said and she furrowed her eyebrows, "about the Nick Monroe guy. I'm not finding him anywhere in any FBI database."
Allison's heart dropped at his words, "What are you saying?"
"It's like Nick Monroe isn't real."
Sitting in front of a stage — Dean was comfortable but also uncomfortable. He and Nick threw back a shot. "Nobody's fault but mine," Dean pointed at him with a challenging finger.
"Oh, oh, oh," Nick snaps his fingers, "Zeppelin recorded it, '75. It was a cover of a blind Willie Johnson tune." they were taking turns guessing the song and who it was sung by.
Dean grins, "Nice!"
"You shook me!" Nick exclaims, it was now Deans turn to guess. "Oh, '69, Debut Album, written by Willie Dixon."
