Life as a Winchester. (Sam and deans little sister)

Chapter 15

-MB-

It's been a week since I been at Bobby's. I been helping him hunt. We agreed that I would at least get my GED. Because that's all you need. Is a GED and a give 'em hell attitude. So. No more school for me for now. I haven't seen or talked to Dean or Sam for a week. But that's about to change because me and Bobby is on our way to Michigan to help them out on a case.

Me and Bobby is in the car and I put in my head phones jamming out to Kansas. The song is Carry On my Wayward Son. So it's lit. Dad always called Dean his wayward son. Not me. Not Sam. Dean. Dean was 'secretly' dad's favorite out of the three of us. Maybe that's why Sam and I get along so well, and Dean doesn't understand. I would've said four but Adam isn't my brother. He's a joke. I'm glad Sam locked him in Hell to be honest. I hope he never comes back. That's just my opinion though. John had a normal life with Adam, but treated us like dirt. That's why Bobby is my 'dad'. Bobby always played that role. Even when John was alive. Bobby gets me. We make jokes. We laugh. He talks about being too damn old for this and I agree.

"Why you being quiet for?" Bobby asked me yanking out my head phones interrupting me from my thoughts. "I was listening to music Singer." I said and rolled my eyes. "Roll them eyes one more time I'm gonna cut them out." He joked and I laughed. "So where we at Bobby?" I asked him stretching. "Bout 20 miles into Michigan." He said and I saw a diner. I then thought back to that guy in Alabama. I was glad we got the hell up and out of there. "So how far away are we from Sam and Dean?" I asked putting my phone in my pocket. "About an hour." He said half caringly. This is gonna be a long long ride. "What you think it is?" I asked Bobby and he said "them damn idjits calling us out here for a shape shifter." I laughed. They know how to kill them. I don't know why they would call us for that. "I know what you're thinking. Y'all've killed many and many of them. Why would they call for that? Because they would forget how to breathe if I wasn't here." Bobby said and I giggled. "That's the truth." Then we rode in silence.

Two hours later
We're finally where Sam and Dean are, or well, supposed to be. We can't find them anywhere. They're not in any local hotels, motels, bars, diners, or anywhere. They're no where to be found. That's not like them. Call for Bobby's help and then just dash into thin air. Not like them at all. Something's going on here and it's fishy. I begin to walk back to where Bobby is. I hear two gunshots and tires squeal. I take off running. "Bobby!" I yell running around the corner. All I can see is blood. I get to the other side of Bobby's car.

Bobby's laying there. Covered in blood. Shot in the chest and forehead. "BOBBY!! Bobby no! Talk to me!" I scream and cry. I sit there and hold Bobby in my arms as he's dying. The only father figure I had. Died in my arms. Because I wasn't there to help him. I close his eyes and hold him close screaming for help just to get no response. I rock him back and forth sobbing my eyes out.

Bobby Singer is dead.