As Celeste and I were heading to a supposed Horseman sighting, I got a call from none other than Uncle Bobby Singer.
"Hey, Uncle Bobby, what's up? Another case got you stuck?" I smirked, reminding him of all the times he had called me for help in cases he couldn't figure out.
"Well, sorta. I have a group of hunters here who are going after a big boss, and they need your help. Could you come?"
I looked at Celeste for confirmation. When she nodded, I smirked and veered my eyes to the long Mississippi road. Making a sharp U-turn, I started heading for good old South Dakota. "I will be right there. No worries, Uncle Bobby. I can handle a little pest."
~After a long two-day drive~
As I opened the door to my beloved car, I smiled at Bobby. I hadn't seen him in a few months because I knew the Winchesters were there more often then not, and I didn't want to get into a fight with any hunters.
"Heya, Uncle Bobby. How're you?" I smiled, leaning down and hugging the wheelchair-ridden man.
"As fine as I can with those idjits hanging around. They've been drinking all my beer!" Bobby somewhat-playfully exclaimed.
"Well, if I was trying to stop the apocalypse, which I am, I'd be filling up on booze too." I chuckled.
"She has been consuming copious amounts of liquor recently. I never thought the end of the world might've been a factor in that, though." Celeste replied from a little bit behind me, which scared the living daylights out of me. How could I have forgotten the angel was with me?
"Oh, hey, this is Celeste. She's an angel. I thought that some Godly mojo might help the odds of us succeeding on this mission." I smiled.
"Bobby Singer. It is a pleasure to meet you. From what Judah has told me, you are an excellent man, and an even better hunter." Celeste had a knack for knowing just the right words to say to people. It was very convenient, at times.
Bobby nodded at Celeste respectfully and wordlessly. I could tell that he was moved that I had such good things to say about him. Of course I do, I thought, everyone you meet does. I just have more because I know you better.
"Well, what are we doing wasting time chatting? Let's get inside and go over the play-by-play." Bobby said kindly. (And yes, I did mean kindly. Bobby might seem all hardened and stubborn, but he was a total softie when talking to me.)
When I got to the front door, I saw a friendly face. "Cas? You're here? Did Bobby call you?"
"Hello, Judah. No, Bobby did not call me. I came here w-"
"Judah! Glad you could make it. I see you've met Cas?" Dean sauntered over, smiling his cocky little smirk (you know the one I'm talking about).
"Winchester. Of course you'd be here. Why didn't I know better?" I gritted my teeth.
"Well, I like this just about as much as you do," Dean sassed, letting a sarcastic smile stretch across his face. "You're gonna have to deal with it, sweetheart.".
"Ugh." I groaned. How does Cas put up with this jerk?
"Ok, ok, enough of the chit-chat." Bobby spoke up, wheeling into the room. I went to stand near him, and sat on the corner of his desk "What happened with Pestilence?"
"We sliced the ring finger off. Easy-peasy." Dean said, the smile vanishing.
"Well, it's nice to actually score a home run for once, ain't it?" Bobby slightly smiled. He then looked at Dean's grim face, and his smile faded. "What?"
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