The Hunter's Daughter (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Chapter 5: Bobby

We drive for two days, only stopping so that Michael can rest and to eat. I practically jump in my seat when we pull into a dirt driveway to a house with some sort of junk yard in the back. I'm thankful to get out of the car after endless driving.

I stretch, my arms going over my head. We walk up to the front door and Michael knocks a couple times. The door opens and a large man with a scruffy beard looks at us. "Not interested," he said, starting to close the door.

"Ah, c'mon, Bobby!" Michael says. "Don't you recognize me?"

The man, Bobby, gives Michael an unamused look. "Should I?"

Michael laughs. "It's me! Michael Gray! Loraine and Quin Gray'skid!"

Bobby swings the door wide open. "Michael," he says with a nod. "Come in. Who's the girl?"

"I'm Emma," I say and enter the house. Papers and maps cover tables and a musky smell is quick to make it's way up my nose.

"I'm Bobby. What brings you kids here? I wasn't expecting visitors. Especially not you. I thought I would never hear from you again after your parents were killed."

Michael shrugs. "Same here, but it looks as if fate has brought us back together, Bobby, my old friend."

Bobby grunts, causing Michael to laugh. "We're looking for the Winchester's," Michael continues. "We have some... News for them."

"What news?" He asks, walking out of the room. We follow him into a small kitchen. I can't help but stare at the shotgun placed nonchalantly on the table. Bobby pulls a beer out of the fridge and twists the cap off. He takes a drink and ushers Michael to answer.

"Well," Michael says, scratching the back of his head. "Did you ever know a hunter named Carol Perry?"

Bobby thinks. "Name sounds familiar, but I don't think I've met her personally."

"Well, apparently her and Dean had some sort of affiliation back in their high school days and well, Emma here is apparently a product of that," Michael says, causing Bobby to nearly choke on his drink. He looks over to me and I smile sheepishly.

"What makes you think that?" He says, putting his beer down.

Michael looks to me. "Give him the book," he says and I do as he says. "That book was her mom's hunting journal. There are some diary entries that talk about Dean and how he got her pregnant."

Bobby takes a moment to read. He takes his hat off and scratches his head. Placing the hat back on his head, he hands me the book. "Well I'll be damned. Alright, I'll give the boys a call and tell them to get their asses out here. Shame you weren't here a couple days ago. They were just here."

"Thanks, Bobby," Michael says. "Is it alright if we stay here until they arrive?"

Bobby sighs and picks his beer back up. "I guess. There's some rooms upstairs. Make yourself at home. I got to go run some errands, so I'll be back later. Don't touch anything."

We watch as he leaves the house, leaving us alone. "So," I say. "Rooms?"

He nods. "Rooms."

***

"They'll be here in a couple hours, I assume. Been on the road for a day now," Bobby says. "I didn't tell them what was going on, just said there was some big news waiting for them when they got here. Those idjits don't know what's coming." Bobby seems to laugh. "Dean is a father. I'll be damned."

He leaves the room, leaving me by myself. I turn on the TV, but after not finding anything, I grab my mom's journal and continue reading.

"Emma is turning three today. She's been asking me a lot about her father... I don't know what to tell her. I don't even know where her father is. I keep hoping that I will run into him. But I don't. We have moved so many times now because those damn vampires won't lose our scent... You would think I would come across him at some point.

"I honestly don't even know why the vampires seemed hooked on our scent. They probably know that I used to hunt. And their mission is probably to kill all hunters... I don't know. I just want Emma to be safe from that world. I don't want her to have to endure the same pain I have. I don't want her to get the nightmares like I do."

A shiver goes down my back and I put the book down. Shaking my head, I stand up and go outside to the old scrap yard. Cars line the lot, all of them old and broken. I find one that doesn't look as bad and climb in. It was hot outside, summer just right around the corner. I would need to go in soon before I have a heat stroke.

My heart races and I lean back in the car seat. I try to take a couple deep breaths, but it doesn't seem to calm the anxiety coursing through my body. I'm about to meet my dad. All these years, I thought my dad was some loser my mom slept with. Someone she just wanted to have a good time with because she was slut. But he isn't. Instead, he hooked up with my mom, knocked her up, and then left. He doesn't even know that I exist. How is he going to react?

I take another deep breath, but I can't stop the tears that begin to roll down my cheeks. I miss my mom. I know we never had the best relationship, but... I don't know. I can't help but feel like she's dead because of me.

"Hey," a voice says, causing me to jump. Michael looks down at me from the car window. I hadn't even heard him come up. "You okay?"

I take a deep breath and wipe my cheeks. I climb out of the car and nod. "Yeah. Just... Nervous."

He laughs. "I don't know why, but I'm nervous, too. Not because you're about to meet your father... But because I'm meeting freaking legends! I mean, wow."

I laugh. "Hey, Michael. Calm down on the fangirling there."

He laughs, his cheeks turning red. I smile at how adorable it is. "Just figured I would get it all out before they got here."

I laugh some more. "Good idea. Wouldn't want to faint at first sight of them."

We stand on the porch laughing. We start to head back inside when the sound of an engine stops us. My stomach does a weird flop and my heart skips a beat as an old black chevy impala pulls up to the house. Bobby pushes his way passed the two of us.

"Dean, Sam!" Bobby says. "About time you guys got here."

One of the guys answers. "What's the big news, Bobby? Dean and I were about to head out to California."

Bobby points to us. "I don't have the news. That young lady does."

The two boys turn to me. "Who are you?" The other guy says.

"This is Emma," Michael says when I don't say anything, my voice seeming to be gone. "I'm Michael. I'm a hunter."

"Thanks for sharing," the second guy says. He wears a red plad button down with a gray shirt underneath. His brown hair is short and scruffy, his eyes the same green as mine.

"Dean?" I squeak.

My dad crosses his arms. "Yes? Come on, kid. I don't have all day. Spit it out."

I swallow hard. "Dean," I say again and he ushers me on, looking confused as hell. "I'm your daughter."