The Devil You Know - SPN

Chapter Six

The One In Which Crowley's a Bully

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I'd come to love Bobby's house. It was the first time I'd ever had somewhere stable to return to, if felt nice after a hunt to have a home to drive back to and I felt like Bobby was finally warming up to me. The house always felt warm, even though there was no heating. In the winter there could be snow on the windows and I'd walk around without a jacket.

I was sitting in the living area, running my fingers over the fabric on the arm of the lounge chair when my phone began ringing obnoxiously. I sighed, digging around in my pocket for it, but my heart stopped when I saw the caller ID. Robbie.

I flipped it open immediately, rotating on the lounge so that I was facing forward with my feet flat on the ground.

"Robbie?" I answered, trying to hide the shake in my voice. The boys eyed me warily but didn't say anything.

"Carmen?" A shaky voice replied, thank god I wasn't standing his tone alone would've made my knees give out. I sighed and ran a hadn't through my hair trying to calm myself. I was of no use if I was this scared.

"Yeah, it's me. What's wrong, Robbie?" I replied, trying my hardest to mask the panic.

"H-help please..." he began, I stood up needing to be moving, adrenaline was pumping through my veins.

"Robbie, what? What's happening? Where are you?" I called into the phone, I could hear his shaky breathing on the other line and it was making my heart race.

"H-home, p-please hurry."

And then the line was dead.

My breath hitched in my throat and the phone fell out of my hand. The loud thud echoing in the unnaturally quiet house.

"I gotta go," I began, but as I went to walk my knees gave out and I fell against Sam's chest. His arms wrapped around me protectively as he righted me again, eyeing me cautiously.

"Carmen, no one is going anywhere until you calm down and tell what's going on, okay?" He looked at me carefully, holding me in his arms like I was made of porcelain and too blunt of a question would break me into pieces.

He guided me to the couch, his large hand on my upper arm in case I fell again. I sat down on the cushions, and put my head in my hands, silently begging the tears not to fall.

"It's Robbie, this little boy that I help a while back." I began, slowly, trying desperately to calm my breathing. "I gave him my number, in case he got into any trouble again. He's so little." my breath caught in my throat.

I took a deep breath trying to steady myself, "I don't know what's going on, he wouldn't tell me."

Sam was crouched in front of me, nodding along whereas Dean was leaning on the door frame his arms folded across his chest and his brow furrowed. There was a strange glint in his green eyes that I couldn't pick up on.

"How far away is he?" Sam asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

"A day's drive." I responded, calmer now.

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I sat in the back of the Impala wringing my hands nervously and staring out the window, I'd opened it to feel the wind in my hair it'd always seemed to calm me down. I was acutely aware of how the boys were watching me intently, I'd never acted like this before I was always calm and composed, it must've been a shock to see me finally crack.

Dean wouldn't stop looking at me in the rearview mirror and it was beginning to get on my nerves, the possibility of us crashing getter higher and higher each second longer he stared.