Come Dear Sister

1.Grown

"Bobby!" I yelled in frustration. "I'm fine okay! Look, I'm on a case right now, but I'll get back as soon as I can alright?" I heard a gruff snort in reply.

"What are ya hunting anyways?" He asked, suddenly curious.

"Nuh-uh Bobby. I'm not telling you anything. You can hear about it when I get back. Alright?" I responded quickly, knowing he would try to send help.

"Evangiline Staccone! If I find out you tried to take out another nest on your own I'll have your hide." He threatend hotly. I gulped and felt a pang of fear.

"Yes, sir." I choked out. I heard him sigh on the other end and could practically see him rubbing his forhead. "By Bobby." I finally said with a smile. He muttered goodbye and I hung up, smiling softly to myself.

It wasn't a nest, it was a pack. I gathered my guns and walked outside the motel room, ready as I'd ever be.

~After~

Have you ever noticed it's a really long drive from Florida to South Dakota? It probably doesn't help when you're bleeding all over the seats. My vision started to go blurry and I cussed, I was almost there. I had just gotten out of Iowa.

Grunting in pain, I reached over the seat and grabbed my phone. "Hey Bobby, could you come pick me up?" I asked when he answered the phone.

"Dear lord, Evan! I've been calling you all morning! Where have you been?" He sounded agitated. I looked down at my leg and sighed.

"I was in Florida, taking care of a pack." I muttered, completely ashamed that I had gone against his word.

"You were what?" He shpited before I interuppted.

"Look, I got hurt and can't drive anymore. Can you come pick me up?" I heard him grumbling but he agreed. "I've got a bad feeling, so could you stay on the line with me?"

"No problem Evan, just hold on we're on our way." He placated. Forgetting he wasn't here, I nodded in consent. "Now, did you get bit at all?"

"No."

"Where'd you get cut?"

"I'm not sure, there's just alot of blood and I'm feeling dizzy." I yawned.

"Evan, I need you to not fall asleep. Do you understand me? You have to stay awake." He sounded panicked and I heard the car speed up in the background.

"Hey, Bobby. Who's with you?" I asked after a while.

"Uhm, well, ya know, that's not really important right now." He laughed nervously.

"Bobby," I warned.

"Dean Winchester," he sighed in defeat.

"Bobby! Don't you dare bring that heathen here! I swear if you do..." I trailed off for a couple seconds, thinking. "I dunno yet, but it'll be bad!" He chuckled at me and grew quiet.

"Hey Bobby, Imma have to call you back." I said noticing something standing in the treeline. I heard his protests as I pulled the phone from my ear and disconnected.

I grabbed my gun and pulled myself out of the truck. Shit that hurt! Fuck, I must've messed up my leg. I looked up and saw the figure was still there. As I drew closer I saw it was a young man, wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. His eyes were dull and out of focas, he had yet to acknowledge me.

"Christo," I coughed, studying his face. He looked up at me and grinned.

"Evangiline, it's nice to finally meet you." He smiled kindly. His voice wasn't quiet right. It didn't go with his body.