Hard To Deal With (Supernatural Fanfic)

Bobby Calls

"Goddamn fangers," I muttered as I withdrew my stake from my pocket. The stupid vamp walked straight pass me, belatedly noticing me. However, it was too late. I leapt out in front of it and with one quick shove I dusted him.

Smiling grimly, I pulled out my other stake and whistled softly for the others vamps. "Come on out, suckers."

Without a moment's delay, the other two leapt out and I quickly did my business. Retrieving both of my stakes, I sighed in disappointment at the piles of dust. "There was a time when you guys were a lot  more fun. Ah well, things change I guess."

I walked out and got into my  black and gray '65 Mustang Fastback. I started the engine just as my phone began to ring. I answered it with a grunt when I saw who it was. "What do you want?"

"Can't I call you and talk with you every now and then?" Bobby asked.

I hoped that my distaste was radiating through the phone lines. "Not since I owe you a life debt, Bobby. What the hell do you want? And don't beat around the bush or I'll hang up on your ass."

"I need you to help me with something."

I rolled my eyes even though I knew that he couldn't see me. "What?"

"Well, you know of the Winchesters, right?"

I snorted. "Of course I do. I don't live under a rock, as much as I'd like to, any way."

"Smartass," he murmured.

"Better than being a dumb one," I shot back. "So, what about the Winchesters?"

"They found a case that's awfully tricky and I was wondering if you'd -"

"No," I interrupted firmly. "You know how I feel about working with people." I was about to hang up but his voice stopped me.

"Don't forget about the debt you owe me, Val. Count yerself lucky that that is the only thing I'm asking for."

He was right. I couldn't go against my debt. "Fine. Where are you at?"

"Colorado Springs."

"Good." I nodded my head as I turned around and headed in the opposite direction of my previous destination. "I'll be there. But don't tell them that you called me." I hung up before he could reply. I wanted to get a true measure of the Winchesters and see if what they say is true.

I pulled into a drive-thru, thanking God for the hot pumpkin pie that they had and the highly caffeinated tea that would hopefully get me through the night. Looking up at the October sky as I drove, I saw the moon as it began to rise. "A waxing moon," I muttered to myself contemplatively.

The next day, I pulled up into the house at the address that Bobby had sent me. I got a few of my weapons out from the trunk of my car and placed them in various hidden pockets. Not that I didn't trust Bobby, but I had heard of the Winchesters. It seems like anybody within a foot of them ends up dead. I very much prefer being alive.

Walking up the small porch, I raised a gloved fist to knock on the door. Bobby answered the door and I was shocked to have to look down at him. "Jesus, Bobby," I muttered. "Do people always look down at you?" It was a really bad pun, and by his look, I suppose that he felt the same way.

He moved aside and motioned for me to come in. I followed him as he wheeled ahead, glancing about the walls of the halls. Paint was fading and chipping and there weren't any pictures on the walls. I frowned down at Bobby. "What happened to this place?" It wasn't as grand as my own home base but in the time that I lived here, it certainly had been a wee bit nicer.

"Well, all of your photos have been moved to the attic. I knew you wouldn't like it if the others knew you lived here."

I nodded, thankful that he did so. "Yeah. Anyway, what happened to you?"

He didn't respond but I was okay with that. We had never really talked to each other, preferring to keep things to ourselves and liking the silence. "I wish the boys knew how to shut their traps like you do."

"Boys?" I asked with a raised brow.

"The Winchesters. Sam and Dean."

"I see." We moved into the living room and I looked around. "And just where are they exactly?" I picked up a half full whiskey bottle and smiled. It wasn't his preferred drink so I knew that he kept it around for me. I found myself a tumbler and poured a shot.

He made no comment on my forwardness and motioned for me to pour him one as well. "Interviewing witnesses for the case."

I smirked up at him. "The whole FBI agent thing? Really, isn't that a little used?"

He looked at me. "You're the one that started it."

"Yeah, well, guess I'll head over then." I stood up after draining the shot. He made me pause though with a question.

"So you're gonna help 'em? Just like that?"

I looked back and rolled my eyes. "Of course, Bobby. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to find my old suit and badge."

Bobby rolled out of the way with a grin on his face. I smacked the back of his head lovingly. "Get a move on it, old man."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm goin'."

I went  out side to grab my duffle and walked back into the house. I looked at Bobby and he pointed down the hall. "Your room is back there, locked and chained just like you left it."

I walked down the area he motioned at, my hands trailing along the wall. My finger caught along a groove and I smiled. The dent I had made when I threw my book at him. I knew that he wouldn't have fixed it, even after all these years. Once I came across the door at the end of the hall, I pulled out my key and put it into the large lock holding the chains in place. They clattered the floor with an audible clunk and I shoved the door open.

I walked into the room which was decorated in hues of red and gold with bizarre paintings on the wall. I sighed a little. Ah, my interior designer faze. Hell on Bobby's paycheck. But the paintings had so been worth it. Especially the one with the devil's trap hidden within the one on the ceiling. And the ones with Angel sigils.

I threw the duffle on the bed and rummaged around for the items I was looking for. "Got it," I muttered as I pulled out my pinstripe suit and fake badge that I had made by a professional. He had also made sure that I was even in the system in case anyone decided to check the authenticity. Quickly stripping off my own clothes, I shoved on the suit. It was a tad snug but I was just thankful that it fit.

I looked into the full length mirror beside my bed. The top fit just a little snugly across my breasts, but the jacket helped with that. I quickly stuffed weapons into all of the secret compartments before shoving my duffle underneath the bed. I locked the door again and left, finding it odd that I didn't see Bobby.