Supernatural Fanfic Pt.2

Chapter 1

Author's note: Sorry about how long it took me to get this chapter up.  I was on a Missions trip for awhile and then also dealing with some writer's block haha. Please enjoy and I'll try to be quicker on the next episode.

- Peaches.

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-- Mitchell Airport, South Dakota --

So far, you had managed to not cry- other than the one time in the Des Moines airport bathroom- for your entire trip from Chicago to here.  However, now that you were here, you didn't know what to do. You hadn't called Bobby to let him know you were coming and you didn't have much money after paying for the plane ticket, definitely not enough for the cab fare all the way to Bobby's house.  You had calmed down quite a bit since storming out of Sam and Dean's hotel room but you were still angry with Dean.  Sure, you hadn't been together but he had said that he loved you.  And then slept with someone else a week later. Then he had the audacity to act like it wasn't that big of a deal.  You were hurt that he hadn't told you, when there was a time that you had told each other everything. But not only had he not told you, he had gone out of his way to hide it and then treated you like crap just because he felt bad about it.  You had had enough of being treated like crap because someone else couldn't handle their own problems.

You can feel the tears starting to prick at the corner of your eyes and you furiously blink them away.  Now is not the time. you reprimand yourself as you hurry to the baggage claim.  The bags had already started circling the conveyor belt when you arrive so you grab yours and head for the doors within a few minutes.  What am I going to do about the trip to Bobby's? I suppose I could just get in a cab and then when we arrive act like my wallet was stolen? you continue to mull over the problem until someone calls your name.

"(YN)!" you spin around in surprise to see Bobby standing in front of the side entrance.  "Bobby?" you ask and immediately head in his direction.  "How did you know I was going to be here?" you trail off and he pulls you into a hug. "Sam called me." Of course he did. "What- what did he tell you?" You ask hesitantly and Bobby pulls away slightly, "Pretty much everything.  I'm sorry (YN), I'm so sorry." You only nod because you're pretty sure that if you open your mouth right now you're just going to start crying. "Let's go home, okay?" he says softly.  You nod again and he takes your bag for you, leading the way to his car.

-- On the way to Fitchburg Wisconsin --

"Yeah- you probably missed something, that's what." Dean says as he drives down the empty highway.  "Dude, I ran LexisNexis, local police reports, newspapers- I couldn't find a single red flag. Are you sure you got the coordinates right?" Sam asks.  Dean lightly slaps the steering wheel, "Yeah, I double checked- it's Fitchburg Wisconsin. Dad wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important Sammy." Sam shrugs, "Well I looked, and all I could find was a steaming pile of nothing.  If dad's sending us hunting for something, I don't know what."  Dean glances out his window, "Well, maybe he's going to meet us there." Dean offers but Sam scoffs, "Yeah, cause he's been so easy to find up to this point." Dean frowns, "You're a real smartass, you know that? Don't worry, I'm sure there'll be something worth killing in Fitchburg." Sam shakes his head, "Yeah? What makes you so sure?" Dean grins, "Well, because I'm the oldest and I'm always right." Sam squints over at Dean, "It does not!" Dean continues to grin as he replies, "It so does."

Sam's face grows serious, "Yeah, well I know of one thing you aren't right about." Dean glances over at Sam and frowns. "You really want to do this? Right now?" he asks in annoyance.  "Yeah Dean, I do.  (YN) has been with Bobby for over a week now and you haven't even mentioned her." Dean frowns and looks away. "She doesn't want to hear from me, Sam." Sam shakes his head, "I didn't say call her.  But you should talk about it." Sam offers gently. "There's nothing to talk about." Dean insists stubbornly.  He looks away again so Sam doesn't see the pain in his eyes and the rest of the drive is spent in silence.