My Supernatural Life.

Sin City

Sam and I made it to Bobby's by the next morning. We pulled up and I went straight to my room. I didn't talk to Bobby. I didn't even look at him.

"Kelly, how were the boys?" He asked as I walked by.

Sam walked into the house and told him everything that happened. He told Bobby about Dean, the bar and about how he drove me home. Bobby and Sam left me alone for the rest of the day. I went down stairs for dinner. After dinner, I had a beer and I sat on the porch to watch the sunset. As the sun was setting I heard the rumble of the Impala. I saw it pull into the yard and I got up and walked into the house.

"Dean's here. I'll be in my room."

I walked into my room and stayed there. I heard Dean start yelling at Sam. He sounded furious. I was sitting at my desk looking for a job that I could do on my own when Bobby came into my room.

"Kelly, what's going on with that boy? He came in with a black eye and a bruise on his jaw yelling at Sam."

"I don't know. It's none of my business." I said shortly.

"Sweetheart, that boy cares about you."

"Well, he has a funny way of showing it when he is all over other girls."

"Okay, I will be down stairs taking care of World War III that's going on in the kitchen."

The next few weeks were almost unbearable for me. Sam and Dean were staying at the house and I was keeping my distance from Dean only talking to him when it was absolutely necessary. It was killing me. One day Bobby and Dean were working on putting the Colt back together so that it would kill demons. Sam and I were reading in the kitchen when we came across some omens that would get them out of the house.

"Hey." Sam said.

"Hey, what's up?" Dean answered.

"Kelly and I might have found some omens in Ohio. Dry lightning. Barometric-pressure drop." Sam said.

"Well, that's thrilling." Dean said boredom in his voice.

"Plus, some guy blows his head off in a church and another goes postal in a hobby shop before the cops take him out." I said walking into the room where Dean and Bobby were. I leaned over behind Bobby giving him a hug from behind. "Might be demonic omens." I said looking at Dean.

"Or just a suicide and a psycho scrapbooker." Dean said to me. I mouthed off to him mimicking his voice. Dean made a face at me when Sam stepped in.

"But it's our best lead since Lincoln." He said.

"Where in Ohio?" Dean asked.

"Elizabethville." Sam said. "It's a half-dead factory town in the rust belt."

"There's got to be a demon or two in south beach." Dean said.

"Sorry, Hef. Maybe next time." Sam said. "How's it going, Bobby?" He asked.

"Slow."

"I'll tell ya, it's a little sad seeing the Colt like that." I said moving to the stool next to Bobby.

"The only thing it's good for now is figuring out what makes it tick." He said.

"So what makes it tick?" Sam asked.

Bobby looked at Sam and if looks could kill, I think Sam would be dead. Sam just put his hands up in surrender and looked to Dean.

"So, if we want to go check out these omens in Ohio, You think you can have that thing ready by this afternoon?" Dean asked.