Your Destiny Awaits 2

Visit to Bobby's

The drive to Bobby’s took nearly twelve hours, and I was working on my psychic abilities most of the time. Leaning against Sam, I cleared my thoughts and focused solely on Sam’s mind and soul. I started to feel confused, and I knew that I was making progress. I suddenly saw a semi-truck cut us off and I heard the squeal of the tires as Dean slammed on the breaks. 

My eyes snapped open as I felt my body lung forward, and I let out a small scream. Sam quickly wrapped his arms around and I was pulled towards him as I tried to steady my breathing. Flashbacks of the last time a semi hit us came flooding into my mind as I fought back tears, and I couldn’t tell whose thoughts I was seeing. 

Dean laid on the horn and screamed out every cuss word that he knew. “God damn it! Son of a Bitch!” He finished yelling before he turned to look at us. “Are you guys ok?”

I was physically shaking, and Sam held me closer. “Yeah,” He replied. 

Dean started to drive again, and Sam ran a hand through my hair. We were right outside of Soux Falls, and I felt like I was hit with a horse tranquilizer dart. My eye lids were as heavy as bricks, and everything started to become distant. 

The smell of oak wood and sweat, coming form Sam, wrapped around me like a soft, warm blanket, and I felt myself drifting to sleep. The purr of the Impala’s engine and the quiet lyrics to “More Than a Feeling,” sounded like a sweet lullaby, and it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep.

I woke up long enough to notice that I was being carried into the house, and then I fell asleep again. When I finally woke up for good, the moon was high in the sky. and I noticed that I had been put into my pajamas. 

I heard talking and laughter coming from the living room, and I quickly got out of bed and I made my way down the hall. When I walked into the living room, everyone stopped talking and looked up at me. Ellen and Jo were sitting on the love seat, and Sam and Dean were on the couch facing them. 

Instinctively, I sat down between Sam and Dean, and I looked at Ellen and Jo. “Where’s my dad?” I asked after a few minutes of silence. 

“Shortly after you guys arrived, he ran out of whiskey and said that he was going down to the bar,” Jo quickly replied.

“Shit,” I sighed as I got off the couch and made my way to the kitchen. 

I quickly took the phone, with “house” taped on it, off its receiver, and I dialed the number for the bar. “You’re speaking with Jim,” Jim answered cheerfully.

“Hey Jim, it’s Shelby,” I quickly replied as I felt Sam step up behind me.

“It’s good to hear from you kiddo! No one’s seen you for years!” 

“Yeah, sorry about that. Is my father there?”

“Sorry, kiddo. He left about an hour ago.”

“Thanks Jim.”

“No problem, just call me when you find him.”

“Will do.” I hung up the phone, and I turned to face Sam.

“Is Bobby ok?” 

“He wasn’t at the bar. Meaning. Will you grab the jar mark BAIL from the top of the cabinet?” 

He easily reached for the jar, and he set it down on the counter beside me.  I was pissed to see that the jar looked nearly empty. “He took half the fucking money,” I sighed out with a roll of my eyes. 

I turned back to the phone, and Sam hugged me from behind. He rested his chin on the top of my head as I dialed Sheriff Mills’ number. I leaned against him as I waited for her to pick up. “Mills speaking,” She finally answered.