Keep Me Holy

Chapter Six- Moving Forward

'Welcome, welcome, one and all!' A man in a top hat walks in front of me. His eyes are black as coal. 'Welcome to Hell's Gate!'

'What the hell is goign on?' I ask to the man.

'Why, you're at the circus dear! And you're the main event!' He laughs heartily. I scream as ropes are suddenly thrown around me. 'Don't worry, we won't hurt you to much!'

Suddenly I'm surrounded by black-eyed freaks, all holding something that could kill me. Next thing I know there's a knife resting against my throat. I scream as the cold metal presses harder against my neck. I feel hot tears run down my face.

'Please!' I plead, 'I'll do anything, just please!'

'Hm, what do y'all think we should do to her? Kill her?!' the c=scary man gets close to my face. They all laugh and scream in response.

'I'll kill you all if you lay a hand on her!' A voice booms.

I scream as they gasp, backing away. 'Help!'  

'Darling, what's the matter? Nightmare?' The new voice gets close to my face, untying me. 

'Wha-what?' I look up at him, tears everywhere.

'This is all a nightmare, I promise. You'll be waking up soon I promise-'

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"Uggh." I sigh out loud.

"Wakey- wakey!" Dean calls out. "We've got a long ride today, so get ready quick. Ash, you awake?" he yells over to me.

"Yeah, I'm tryin." I mumble. I get up and walk to the bathroom. I've officially been with the Winchester brothers for three weeks now. Three weeks of fighting ghosts, demons, and all things in between. I killed my first demon last Wednesday. I felt so proud! After killing that demon, things have started becoming easy for me to handle. Today, we're making or way up to Bobby's. This is the first time I'm meeting him.

- five hours later-

We finally pull up. After five hours of non-stop, we make it.

"Is this right?" I ask them, reading the sign. 'Singers Salvage Yard' it reads. I take a look around and notice the lot in the back. Cars, everywhere. Beautiful old cars, with so much damage. 

"Oh yeah, we're here." Sam says, smiling ear to ear. He walks to the steps with Dean and he steps back, letting Dean do the honors. I just roll my eyes and follow them up the steps.

"Bobby! Open up!" Dean yells. I hear movement inside, but no one comes to the door. We wait there a minute before Dean starts banging on the door. "Bobby!" Dean yells again.

"Calm the hell down, idjits!" A man yells as he opens the door, obviously Bobby, "Don't have to be so loud, either."

"Bobby!" Sam exclaims excitedly. He walks over and gives him a hug, then does the same for Dean. Just by looking at them, you can see happiness. It almost radiates off of them. They have this sort of connection that not all people get. Bobby isn't even their dad, but he sure is a hell-of-a-lot better job than most.

"Come in, come in." He says. "Boys hungry?" he calls from the kitchen.

"Nah, I could take a beer though." Dean yells, "Make that two, actually. Reasosn to celebrate." 

He walks back in with four beers in hand when he stops dead in his tracks. "Who the hell are you?" he eyes me suspiciously.

"Oh, this is Ashley. Ashley, this is Bobby." Sam introduces us. "She was the one we called you about a while ago. Remember? The broom closet girl?" 

"Hi.." I say, holding my hand out.

He's still eyeing me, but his glare is softening. He seem's to be taking mental notes. I would too, if I looked at myself.

"Ashley's been hunting with us for the last few weeks.. She killed her first demon last Wednesday." Dean says.

"Oh, did ya?" he asks, raising a brow.

"Yeah," I nod sheepishly, "Took me about an hour and a half, but I did it." 

"Well, congrats! I'm Bobby. Bobby Singer."He holds out his hand. I smile and shake it. "Don't worry, I don't bite to hard," he says with a wink. I giggle and stand back. "You can sit, ya know." he says, taking a swig out of his flask.

"Oh, yeah, sorry.." I say awkwardly as I sit.

Sam and Dean sit next to each other on the couch, while I sit in a chair opposite Bobby. They're talking quietly to one another about- about the Anti-Christ? Well, I almost forgot about that.

"So, what's so special about you?" Bobby asks.

"Oh- uhh, me? Well, I'm just pretty much normal girl.." I say, looking down to the floor, "I'm a high school student, in the marching band, top of my class."

"Like hell, tell 'em Ash." Dean calls over to me.

I sigh and look back at Bobby. "I have visions."

"Like what?" he asks suspiciously, raisin an eyebrow.

"Just anything. It honestly doesn't matter. They'll came at anytime and anywhere. A few weeks ago I had one about thi-" I suddenly stop myself, remembering I hadn't told anyone. I wasn't planning on telling anyone either.

"About what?" Sam looks over at me. Dean stops too and looks at me as well.

"It was just about home. Like, my family. Thats all." I lie to everyone once again.

"Oh." They say.

How am I going to tell them?