Prequel: Carry On My Wayward Son.

Ch 16: Crash.

We were in the car, flying down highway. "You're telling me we're part of some plan?" Sam gawked after I explained what Yellow Eyes had told me.

"I guess so. I mean, that's all he told me. He said we belonged to him," I shook my head. "Anyway, then I lashed out and he vanished."

Dean didn't feel like dealing with this right now. He sped up a bit more and said, "We'll deal with that later. We have bigger problems. What we need is a plan. Now, they’re probably keeping Dad alive, we just gotta figure out where. They’re gonna wanna trade him for the gun.

"If that were true, why didn’t Meg mention a trade?"I asked.

Sam gulped, "He might already be..""Don’t you dare!"

"Look, I don’t want to believe it any more than you. But if he is, all the more reason to kill this damn thing."Sam argued. "We still have the Colt. We can still finish the job. He would want us to keep going."

I shook my head and shouted, "Quit talking about him like he’s dead already!"

"Listen to me, everything stops until we get him back, you understand me? Everything." dean grunted, "We start at the warehouse where he was taken."

"Demons don't exactly leave trails," I reminded him."You’re right. We need help." He left it at that, turning up the radio and ending the conversation.

We finally pulled up to a junkyard, and Sam asked, "Why are we at Bobby's?"

"Because he's the best help we've got." Dean replied, getting out of the car.

When we went inside, they introduced me, and Bobby greeted me with a hug. I gathered that Bobby was an old friend of John's, but they had last parted on bad terms. His house was an untidy collection of books and papers, stacked to the ceiling."Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure we should come." Dean nodded. "I mean, last time we saw you, you threatened to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything."

"Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people." Bobby chuckled, "But none of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back."

Sam was sitting at a desk, flipping through a very large book. He turned around, "Bobby, this book.. I’ve never seen anything like it. Like, these protective circles. They really work?

"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in - they’re trapped." I told him. "They're powerless."

"It’s like a Satanic roach motel." Bobby said, and we all chuckled. He patted my back, "Looks like you know your stuff." Then he sighed, "This is some serious crap you boys stepped in. Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four, tops."

Bobby told us that he had seen 27 just that year. There was a lot going on. He described it as a storm coming, and we were in the middle of it all.

A dog started barking, but then stopped with a whimper. I looked out the window, but there was no dog. "Bobby, where's your dog?"

"He's right on chain out—" Bobby met me at the window and shook his head, "Something’s wrong."The door was kick open and Meg stepped in. I rolled my eyes, "This bitch again."Dean lunged at her with a flask of what was probably holy water, but she sent him flying across the room. He was knocked unconscious. I rolled my eyes and walked towards her, "Can you do anything other than throw people?"

"Yeah," She smirked, knocking me across the room also. "But throwing people is just so fun."

Sam stood in front of Bobby as I crawled over to Dean. I smacked his cheeks and said quietly, "Hey, wake up. Wake up."