Assassin (A Crobby Fanfic)

Chapter 4

The plan was simple enough. Dean, Sam, Garth, Kevin, Ellen, Charlie, and Castiel were going to split up and lead groups of shooters to take on the four that Crowley left in charge of his territories. While the territories began to struggle, Bobby would find out about Crowley and take him out at his weakest point.

"Bobby," Garth called, a little hesitantly.

They were all dispersing, going on their way to prepare.

"Yeah, what's the matter, kid?" Bobby replied, walking with him.

"I'm... thirty years old," he mumbled.

"Uh-huh, and I'm nearly twice your age. Now what did ya call me for?"

"I just wanted to get a good greeting to you," Garth said brightly, giving a beaming smile.

Bobby cracked a smaller smile. "Good to see you too, Garth. Although, you're always the nutter of the family."

"Well, we're all a little... out of it, Bobby. But I haven't seen you in years. Where have you been? Heard you took out Nick and Roman after you left the Hunters."

Bobby scoffed. "Did you now? They weren't all that difficult, just took a lot of tedious planning on my own. Who told ya?"

"You did, actually. I only suspected." Garth's smile turned proud.

Bobby shook his head with an amused and exasperated sigh. "I should've known. Do me a solid and keep that between us, okay?"

"Why?"

"Please, Garth. Don't tell anyone else."

"Alright, alright. You have my word. Now, while you were away, did you eat at fancy restaurants?"

"I'm a killer, Garth, not a billionaire. I'm always running low on money."

"But you're one of the best credit card scammers! I mean, you used to be before I met Charlie, but still!"

"And what did I tell ya about credit card scamming and pickpocketing?"

"Only do it when absolutely necessary," Garth recited as if it were something he memorized at school. "Gotcha, Bobby. I better get going now. The others probably want me in on a strategy briefing." He waved as he left, doing a little jog back the tunnel.

Bobby stood at the entrance of the abandoned subway, looking back with nostalgia in his eyes. He blinked it away and resumed his way home. If he was going to kill the King of Hell, he'd need to make a couple calls.

"Thanks, Ash." Bobby ended the call and checked the ammo cartridge of his sniper. Just when he snapped the cartridge back, his phone rang again. "What is it?" he grumbled, picking up the device.

"Bobby, I just found the location of Crowley's hide-y hole," came Sam's voice through the line.

"Where's Dean?"

"He's with Cas. I'm scouting out Ruby's place and—"

"Scoot over, Samosa," a new voice interrupted, taking the phone from Sam as he protested. "This Bobby Singer?"

"Who's asking?"

"I'm hurt. You didn't tell him about me, Sammy?"

The Winchester sighed annoyedly in the background.

"Anyway, I'm Gabriel. I'm the team's best sniper, maybe even better than you." He made a clicking noise with his tongue, indicating he probably winked too. "From what these henchmen knuckleheads are saying, Crowley's holed up in a grand estate he got for himself. I've passed by it before accidentally without knowing it was his, and, I gotta say, he's good at blending in."