Time After Time

IV

I stole a car back to Sioux Falls, the three Winchesters carried on their hunt for the yellow-eyed demon and would call me when they had a lead. I had received a text from Dean saying they were on their way to Salvation, Iowa and they would call if they needed my help. I sighed as I pulled into Bobby's gravel driveway. I parked the stolen car with the rest of the junk cars in Bobby's lot. He used to run this place as Singer Salvage Yard until his wife Karen's death. That's how he got into hunting. When I got to the front yard his beat up Chevelle wasn't in the driveway. I gave Rumsfeld, Bobby's dog a pet as I walked inside looking around for a note he may have left me. I went up to my room deciding to take a nap to catch up on sleep that I hadn't received the last couple days.

I heard the front door open seconds before I fell asleep, I could tell it was two people but I didn't know who. I tucked my gun into the back of my shorts before quietly making my way down the stairs. I peeked out the window to see the Impala and the beat up Chevelle parked next to my Mustang and I let out a sigh of relief. I could hear their conversation in the study and I knocked and the door swung open. " Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure we should come." Dean said smiling at me as I walked in.

"Nonsense. Your Daddy needs help."

"Well, yeah, but last time dad saw you, I mean, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. Cocked the shotgun and everything." I laughed at what Dean said, it did sound like Bobby.

"Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people." Bobby hit Dean's shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess he does. How'd you get back Rosie?"

"Stole a car," I smirked at Dean and he chuckled ruffling my hair. "And for the last fucking time Dean, don't. Call. Me. Rosie!"

"Bobby, this book... I've never seen anything like it." Sam looked up from the book and waved at me, Bobby walked over to talk to him about it.

"Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, alright."

"And these, uh, these protective circles. They really work?"

"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in - they're trapped. Powerless. It's like a Satanic roach motel." The boys chuckled at Bobby and I looked at him proudly.

"Bobby knows his stuff."

" I'll tell you something else, too. This is some serious crap you boys stepped in." We exchanged glances, they looked at me waiting to see what I had said. Bobby eventually caught on. "They dragged you into this mess? Rosalie, it's dangerous."

"How?" I challenged him.

"Normal year, I hear of, say, three demonic possessions. Maybe four tops. This year I hear of 27 so far. You get what I'm saying? More and more demons are walking among us – a lot more."

"Do you know why?" Sam asked him, none of this had made sense. Bobby was right, I've barely had any cases involving demons and now they're all over the place something wasn't right.

"No, but I know it's something big. The storm's coming, and you boys, your Daddy, Rosalie – you are smack in the middle of it." I heard Rumsfeld barking and whining and then it stopped, I saw Bobby look out the window all that was left was the chain swinging, no dog. "Something's wrong." The door was kicked in and a blonde with cropped hair stepped in the door.

" No more crap, okay? Iwant the Colt, Sam – the real Colt – right now."

"We don't have it on us. We buried it."

"Didn't I say "no more crap"? I swear – after everything I heard about you Winchesters, I got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?"