I'm just kinda... Supernatural

Dream a Little Dream of Me

"Wake up." Bobby nudged me.

"Why?" I mumbled into the couch pillow.

"You're going to go into a coma or something." He threw something onto me. I rolled over picking the burger off my stomach.

"I don't really care to be honest." I took a bite out. "Sam and Dean leave?"

"A few hours ago." He walked into the kitchen for second and came back out with a beer, a knife, and an ice pack."I'm heading to work a case in Pittsburgh." He sat down next to the couch as I finished off the burger. "If you want to come." He handed me the ice pack that I put on the back of my head.

"Anything to move." I moved under the blanket and pulled up my shirt where the crappy stitches were still in. "Okay rip 'em out." He laughed and ran the knife underneath the stitches then ripped them out. I grabbed the beer from his hand, taking a sip that finished the whole bottle. He handed me a bandage that I put over to keep the wound from continuing to bleed.

"So apparently when you got shot with that colt, the demon part of you died." He explained.

"So I'm human?" I furrowed my brows together.

"No, it comes back I guess. This book I was reading last night said 'that if a half blood were to get shot or stabbed by a knife that can kill it's creator, that part of the half blood dies until the half blood can heal itself in which the part that died regenerates'. Looks like you're back to your full regenerated health though."

"I don't like that. That's weird. Half of me died yesterday that's amazing." I sat up. "What's with calling me half blood so much? Ace Half Blood Short. That's my name."

"Look at it this way kid, half of you died, it came back, you're perfectly fine." He shrugged. "You're immortal live your life."

"Live my life, you say. I am living my life. Right here. On your couch." I grinned.

"Not what I meant." He grumbled. "I have the car all packed let's go." He walked around the corner of the kitchen.

I sat up on the couch, throwing the blankets to the corner of it. My bag sat on the floor next to the couch and by bag I mean my phone charger, three pairs of jeans, one pair of shorts, six t-shirts, a grey hoodie that had a deck of cards on the back with an ace facing up (I had to buy it okay), a brush, a toothbrush, two pairs of socks, two bras, four things of underwear, and a pair of sweatpants which I was currently wearing all stuffed in a duffel bag that had a big C on it. I couldn't even remember where I got the bag from.
I squished everything down into it and zipped it. My hair being a cobweb of curls as usual got thrown into a ponytail.
I didn't change because why wear jeans when you already have sweatpants on?

"Okay Bobby." I plopped into the front seat of his car. "Pittsburgh."

When we finally got there Bobby was beyond tired considering he won't let me drive. Okay I may not have my license, so what? Or a permit. Okay yeah I see why, but it's not like he has a nice car.

We got a motel room for him to crash that night. I was sitting there waiting for him to wake up when Tyler called me.

"I want to get drunk and talk shit about Dad." Is all she said.

"Meet you at the bar in five." I responded, hanging up.

Tyler and I had this bar in Tennessee where we always met and got drunk and talked shit about Dad. And whenever we did this, it was not pretty.

I left a note for Bobby saying-
I went to go meet someone for the day I'll be back later
-Ace

And I left. Long story short of the day was Tyler was "Why is he such a controlling bastard. This shit is so stupid. I want another beer." And many more.