Oh, What A Bad Idea (A Supernatural Fanfiction)

Ten

*It's a long chapter, buckle up*

We drove the rest of the night. I mean, of course, the guys did. I didn't trust myself with Dean's baby. In the end, we got to Bobby's at about 5 am when I was rudely awoken by Dean. I wasted no time in arguing though, and got up and ready in a hurry. Bobby hadn't been picking up his phone. We went inside quietly under Dean's control and supervision, and looked around the place for Bobby, finding nothing but a chimney iron on the steps. Dean said that he'd investigate and told us to look outside in the yard. So we went outside, split up, and called for him in the stacks of old junk cars, long ago used, or waiting to be used, for parts and rusting in the open. Still no response. For just under 10 minutes. Sam started shouting at me to get over there, so I ran. When I got to him, I felt it to. The cold spots.

Sam was checking the cars and following the cold, so I did the same. Sam open trunks and I looked in cabs. We getting desperate. Then I saw the top of a head in a van window in the wall of old cars, "Sam! Up there!" I yelled and started climbing. Sam was faster and got there first, using his crowbar to open the back doors. Inside were to little girls holding down Bobby. They looked at Sam when he barged in and flung him down into the windshield of a car below. One of the girls went after him and, in the ruckus, I pulled out my jar of salt, pulled the cork out, and threw some at the other. I looked down at Sam, who was lifting himself of the hood of the car he smashed, and other than the bruising, he looked like he'd be fine. We were okay again.

We got inside where Dean was just coming down the steps. He's okay, too. Good. We went into the study, where I sat down and got ready to listen to whatever explanation they had ready. They knew that they were ghost of people they couldn't save and they discussed a symbol the ghosts had on their hands, near the thumb. Sam drew up a quick sketch and Dean agreed that it was the same one on "Meg's" hand. I didn't know who she was, but I didn't want to but in. The past is behind us. Bobby took a look at it and said he might know what it was, then he started picking up books and handing them to us, like he was packing, "Where are we going?" Sam asked.

"Somewhere safe, ya idjit." He said and kept packing us full of books. Once we had what we needed, he lead us down some steps into his basement and into can only be described as bomb shelter not meant for protecting against bombs.

"Bobby. You didn't." I said as he locked us in and I had a chance to look around.

"You built a panic room?" Dean asked.

"What? I had a weekend off?" He said, blowing it off.

"This is badass." I said, noticing the guns cash.

Dean picked up a rifle and looked to Bobby, laughing, then he stopped, "Oh."

I stopped to see what he saw and regretted it. Behind Bobby there was a poster of some swim model from years ago. A little awkward. I laughed it off, "So what now?"

"Try and find something." Bobby tossed me a book.

"Great." I said and sat down at the side of the only desk to use the light from the lamp.

Dean and Sam sat at the bullet station and made rock salt rounds, and me and Bobby stayed at the desk, looking for answers. All was quiet until Dean had a moment to think, "See, this is why I can't get behind God."

"What?" I asked.

"If God doesn't exist, okay. Bad crap happens to good people.No rhyme or reason, it's random, evil, whatever. Okay, I get that. But if he is up there, whats wrong with him. Where the hell is he doing while decent people are getting torn to shreds down here. How does he live with himself, you know. Why doesn't he help?"