Little Girl

Episode 2- part two

[Third person pov | Singer Auto Yard]

It'd been about a week or so since Liv's first mission, and it'd been a week since Dean's last phone call. Liv wasn't worried, but that's only because Bobby wasn't worried. If Bobby were worried, well, then that'd be something to worry about.

Bobby, while he wasn't the most serious or scary man, was brave. He was one of the bravest people other than Dean that Liv knew. He never showed any nervousness or fear towards anything, not even when he talked back about his gruesomest hunts.

Liv was currently running back and forth between a large tool set and Bobby, who was underground at the moment. There was nothing for them to do this weekend, and the pair were bored. So, logically, Liv and suggested making a bunker for emergencies. Because that's what all four year old girls suggest.

"Hand me that pick axe again." Bobby said from inside the steadily growing cave-like hole. Hoisting the heavy tool up, Liv handed it to Bobby with a little trouble, it was after all nearly as big as her. "Thanks." Bobby said, coughing a bit as more dirt fell from the ceiling.

"Do you think daddy will be back soon?" Liv questioned, rocking on her heels. "Dean? I'm sure he'll be around soon enough." Bobby assured, turning back to smile at her in reassurance. Liv nodded, smiling brightly. 

"You think you could fetch me a beer?" Bobby asked after a minute of silence, the only sound being his pick axe chipping away at the wall. "Okay!" Liv chirped, turning and running towards the kitchen. Bobby smiled, shaking his head in amusement when he heard her slide into a wall.

[Black Water Ridge, Lost Creek, Colorado, Tx | Wendingo's lair]

"Dean." Sam said, his serious tone laced with worry as he went to his brother who was hanging by his wrists. Dean grunted, his eyes snapping open. "Hey, Dean, you okay?" Sam asked, checking the man for injuries. "Yeah." Dean nodded after a second, closing his eyes for a second before opening them again.

"Alright, I gotcha." Sam said as he cut Dean down, helping him to the ground. "All right." Sam muttered, helping Dean over to a rock he could sit on. Dean let out some groans of pain, letting out a small howl as he was set down.

"You sure you're alright?" Sam asked. "Yeah, yeah. Where is it?" Dean asked, his voice a little strained. "It's gone for now." Sam said, looking towards the cave's entrance, hoping he was right. I mean, wendigos aren't exactly predictable.

Dean's mind went to his daughter as he held his injured side. He hadn't called, he hadn't really been able to. He suddenly felt extremely guilty for not checking in. Deciding he'd go visit as soon as he was out of it, he soothed his nerves. After all, there was a wendingo still out there, he needed to be cool.

Dean glanced over at Sam and smiled slightly when he saw that Hailey and Ben had both found Tommy still alive. Spotting something on the ground, Dean grinned, picking them up. Managing to stand up, he grinned. "Flare guns." He said, happy with the find. "Those'll work." Sam chuckled.

[Third person pov | Singer Auto Yard]

"Alright, I think we should work on this more tomorrow, don't cha thing?" Bobby asked as he closed the door to the bunker. "Yeah!" Liv cheered, grinning up at Bobby. Bobby laughed, ruffling your hair. "Now, what do you say we go and watch some TV?" Bobby asked.

"Clint Eastwood?" Liv asked, her voice hopeful. Bobby looked down at her, trying to resist the puppy-eyed look he was getting. Finally, he sighed, "Fine."

"Yay!" Liv cheered "You know, you aren't very reasonable." Bobby sighed. "I tried being reasonable, I didn't like it." Liv said. "....You just quoted on of his movies, didn't you?" Bobby deadpanned. "You bet!" Liv chirped, skipping into the kitchen to make some popcorn.

[Third person pov | On the road]

"So, where to next?" Sam asked. "Well, tonight we're gonna hunker down in a motel. But first thing tomorrow morning, we're going to see Bobby." Dean sounded more like he was telling himself that. 

"Bobby, like, Bobby Singer?" Sam asked. "Yeah, him? What other Bobby's do you know?" Dean scoffed. "Why?" Sam questioned. "Well... why not?" Dean countered. Sam shook his head in exasperation, not even wanting to think about it.