Ch.4

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I walked downstairs to see a note left on the side of the kitchen counter 'Gone with the boys to do something, shouldn't be long - Bobby xx' It read. I put the note back down and made myself some pasta. They should be back soon, I haven't seen them since they got out the truck a few hours ago

I sat at the table and began eating my pasta when Bobby opened the front door and was followed by Sam and Dean, looking a little less distraught than earlier, but still down in the dumps. "Hey" I say smiling. "Hiya sweetheart" Bobby said kissing my temple as he passed. "Wow never seen Bobby so nice to someone" Dean blurts out chuckling, Sam slaps his harm gently while holding back the chuckles. "Oh um Dean, this is AJ. AJ, this is Dean" Sam says as Dean sticks his hand out, I grab it and shake it. "The older brother" Dean adds onto the end. I nod. "So, you're related to Bobby?" Dean asks, I turn to look at Bobby in the kitchen where he is cooking, not listening to anything were saying. I smile and face Dean again. "He adopted me when I was 14" I grin back. "You'll have to tell me all about that story at some point, but I need to go fix my baby up" He said, flashing a smile in my direction. "Sure" I respond as he walks out the front door again. Sam sits next to me at the table, "How you feeling?" I ask. "I'm fine, really" He responds coldly. "Alright well, I'm here if you want to talk to somebody... Who isn't a guy" I giggle. He nods and fiddles with something in his hands as I leave the table and put my bowl in the sink.

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It was getting pretty dark outside and I hadn't even realised, I had been sat up in my bedroom messaging Cindy all night. I walked over to my window to see a fire not too far in the distance, and two men stood by it. I was assuming that was Sam and Dean. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see Bobby was only a couple metres from the front of the house, watching them. Probably keeping an eye on them. I'm assuming their dad didn't make it after the car accident. I went downstairs and sat on the sofa, waiting for them to come back in. Soon enough, they all piled through the door, both Bobby and Dean went off to their rooms, Dean and Sam were sharing the spare room right now. Sam stood in the doorway aimlessly. "Do...Do you want to, uh, sit?" I ask. He shrugs. I tilt my head sympathetically. I stand up at walk towards him with my arms open. A tear trickles down his face as he opens his arms and hugs me. We stay like that for a minute before we both pull away. "Still here for any kind of talk about what happened or, well anything"I smile. He nods. We sit on the sofa for awhile just hanging out, before we both headed off to bed. 

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I woke up the next morning to the sounds of banging. I shook my head and went downstairs, still in an oversized t-shirt. Sam was cooking eggs in the kitchen and Dean emerged from the front door holding something? Probably something to do with the car. I'm not a car girl at all. "Mornin'" Dean says as he walks through the house. "Morning" I yawn and sit at the table. "I would've made you food" Sam said putting eggs on a plate, "but I didn't know when you would be up". "Ah it's alright, I'm going to go out and get food anyway" I reply just as Bobby walks in. "You're going out?" Bobby asks. "To see Cindy, yeah" I answer. "AJ, I told you" He sighed. "We haven't done anything for the last few days... I assume we still won't with Dean's car still broke! why can't I go see a friend" I shoot back at him, Sam silently eating his eggs next to me. "Do I always have to repeat myself?!" Bobby yelled, looking visibly angry. "You can't have friends in this life! Not right now AJ. They are weaknesses and they will hold you back. Plus, you guys could be hitting the road as soon as there is a lead to follow, which could be any day now. So no. You are not going. Do not... And I mean do not AJ, bring it up again" He says, getting angrier with every word he's saying. 

"You know, I love you Bobby. But you are really doing my head in" I yell back, getting out of my chair and going back to my room. 



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