REVOKE ▸ d. winchester [1] ✔

Chapter 16

Jackie's POV

My heart cringes as I read the final goodbye scribbled at the bottom of the page. My eyebrows are creased down with confusion, and I struggle to comprehend anything I had just read.

However, once I realize that everything he told me was exactly as it was in my dream, I can't help but collapse into the chair next to me and rest my head in my hands.

There's more to what happened that night than what he and I know.

And now he left me to figure it out, with only one resource: Bobby.

I don't even look back at what else is in the black box before I storm out of the kitchen into the living room, unable to control the panic and slight anger at what Bobby could possibly know. And what he has been hiding from me.

I may be jumping to conclusions, but I really don't care at this point.

The boys clearly hear my heavy footsteps as I head into the room, and turn their heads towards me. Once they see my state, all of their faces go into ones of confusion.

"Bobby. What the hell is this," I ask, getting straight to the point. I hold up the letter.

Instead of asking for the letter to read, he responds by removing his legs from on top of the table in front of him and standing up.

I quickly realize that Bobby knew that Tim would send me to him if he died, with me asking of information only he could give.

"What is he talking about, Bobby." The more that I think of how what my dad told me and what I know myself, the more I panic, which causes me to lose my cool.

"Jackie, calm down, I'll explain everything, I promise."

Sam and Dean both turn around on the couch and give each other a confused look.

"Jackie, what's wrong," Dean asks worriedly.

I don't remove my eyes from Bobby's and don't answer Dean, neither does Bobby.

"Jack, Tim didn't want any of this to happen, but someone needed to know about it. Now sit down and I'll tell you everything. And give me the letter."

I can tell Bobby isn't enthused about what he's going to have to tell me from the way his voice slightly raises.

"Boys, do you mind?" Dean and Sam both quickly stand up and grabbing their beers, leave the room. On the way out, they pass me and only Dean dares to make he contact with me. It doesn't last long, since the glare I have given Bobby is still written clearly on my face and I don't think Dean enjoys being on the receiving end of it.

Once we hear the front door close from the boys exiting the house, I thrust the letter into Bobby's hands and make my way over to the couch, where I heavily drop myself down.

"Look, I don't know what any of that is supposed to mean, it's confusing as hell. But I do know that you know something."

Bobby glances up from skimming through the letter. He let's out a heavy sigh and sits down in his chair with his elbows resting on his knees.

"Please Bobby," I say, finally tired of being helpless. "Tell me what he's talking about."

"Alright. Okay." He pauses for a second, removing his cap from his head and running his fingers through his hair. "When your mom died, there was no doubt that there was some supernatural connection to it. I mean, a man flashes out with blue light, talking of some weird prophecy... as a hunter you have no way around those facts. Jackie, what do you remember of that night?"

I swallow, and decide its best to just tell him everything, even how I suddenly remembered the little details the night my father died, despite having lived eighteen straight years in oblivion. I open my mouth, and everything pours out in one jumble. My heart cringes when I repeat the ominous words that my father also has written down in the letter being held by Bobby.