The Family Business

Chapter Three

Brooklyn woke up to Sam shaking her shoulder. "What?" she mumbled.

"We're at Bobby's place" Dean said.

"That was quick." she said.

"Yeah, for the princess snoring in the back seat." he responded.

"I do not." she defended. She looked at Sam. He made a guilty face.

She got out of the car and followed behind Sam and Dean.

"Bobby!" Dean called out. A stout man appeared at the door, with a proud smile.

"Boys! It's been too long!" He gave big bear hugs to both the guys. Then he noticed Brooklyn.

"Is that----?" he tilted his head looking at her. He looked at Sam. Sam nodded, smirking.

"My girl!" He held out his arms and gave her a hug. "Well ain't that a sight to see." He looker her over. "My, you've grown!" He gave her yet another hug. "The last time I saw you, well.... It must have been quite a few years ago, when you were six."

Her face flushed a shade of pink and she looked down at the ground. Bobby seemed satisfied with his embarrassment.

"Well, boys? Come on in. I've got something to show you." he said in his low, country accent.

They followed behind him into his house. His house was comfort colors. Lots of wood furnishings. There were old family pictures on the fireplace and on the tables. There were a few pictures of Brooklyn, Sam, and Dean when they were younger. Bobby was like a father to them, and he loved them. They entered the living room.

"Well, you asked me to call you if I got any further in searching for yellow-eyes."

"-And?" Dean asked stepping closer. Bobby spread out a map on the table with black pen drawn on it. There was a pentagram written around Oklahoma.

"What's this?" Brooklyn asked.

"Well, I've noticed that there has been an unusually large amount of demon activity in this area, but none inside this pentagram." He traced his thick, calloused finger around the circle.

"There must be some sort of sign or something blocking demons from entering." Sam observed.

Bobby looked up at them. "I'm pretty sure this bad boy is plannin' on unleashin' all hell. He has something big under his sleeve."

"Do you---" Dean paused, "Do you think it has to do with us?"

"Tell ya the truth, Dean, I don't know."

Brooklyn hopped up on the table and crossed her arms, looking closer at the map. Sam put his hands in his pockets and swallowed.

"So there's a gate to hell in this area?" Sam asked.

"Sadly, yes." he replied.

Dean sighed. "Great, now this son of a bitch is bringing more hell upon us. It's like we don't have enough already." Everyone just looked at him. "So how do we kill this bastard?" Dean cussed more when he was angry.

"Well, there is only one weapon that can kill him."

"What is it?"

"The cult."

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They were on the road again. Dean was the driver, Sam sat next to him, and Brooklyn and Bear were in the back.

"So run me through it one more time." Dean said. "Yellow-eyes is planning on using some dude to get into the area and--"

"Use the cult to open the gate." Sam finished.

"So are we just supposed to snatch the gun out of the dude's hand?" Brooklyn questioned.

"Well, knowing that this demon is very powerful, I'm going to assume that it won't be that easy."

"Well we can't be sure what is going to happen, but for now we'll just have to go work another job until further notice." Dean said.

Right then Sam's phone rang. They exchanged looks and then Sam hit the answer button and held it up to his face.

"Hello?" he said.

There was silence for a second. Dean looked at him then back at the road.

"Oh dammit. Seriously?"

Brooklyn sat up straight.

Sam sighed, "Ok, thanks Bobby. We'll take care of it." He hung up and pocketed the phone.

"What is it?" Brooklyn asked.

"A case."

"Impeccable timing!" Dean shouted triumphantly, obviously proud of himself for saying that they should hit another job before they go after yellow-eyes. His cute smile spread across his face, dimples on each side.

"Well... you won't like this one." Sam raised his eyebrows. They looked at him, waiting for him to say what it was. "Trickster's back."

"Gabriel." Brooklyn said solemnly.

"And apparently he has something to say to us."

"Even worse." Brooklyn said slumping back down in her seat.

"That frickin' jerk face!" Dean's smiled faded away. "Well this time, we're actually going to gank him."

"Yep." Sam agreed.

"Where is he?" Dean asked.

"Apparently, he's down in Bama."

"Rednecks." Dean said. "Well I guess we're going to Alabama. I have the perfect song for that!" He bent over to his CD's.

"Oh Lord, no." Sam said.

Brooklyn laughed.

Dean cranked up the volume. Sweet Home Alabama began to play and Dean began to sing along.

Sam couldn't help but smile. Bear got up and started howling along with the music.

"Apparently, Bear likes this song too." Brooklyn stated.

"Head to Mobile. That's where the last demon activity was."