Winchester in Westchester (An X-Men/Supernatural Crossover)

One

"This is..." Bobby said while walking through the rubble. He didn't even know what to call this. Clearly it was a fire, but what do you call this whole situation. He stepped over a piece of burnt wood as the two made their way over to the Impala.

A messed up one, that's what.

"What the hell did Ash know?" Dean asked. Instead of only angry, he was genuinely curious about what the weird, yet resourceful man knew. What could he have found out about Sam that caused him—not even just him, but the entire roadhouse to be burned down to the ground? "We got no way of knowing where Ellen is or if she's even alive." Barely anything in the fire was recognizable. The only thing that they were able to identify was Ash and that was only because of his watch. Everything else of Ash was, well, ash. The two finally reached the car as Dean continued talking. "We got no clue what Ash was gonna tell us. Now how the hell are we gonna find Sam?" He said as he rested his hands on the hood of the car.

In the back of Bobby's mind, he thought about making a joke about Dean's keen observation skills, but decided against it. This wasn't really a situation for jokes. Plus, not knowing the actual condition of Ellen was bothering him. Chances were that she was somewhere in this rubble. She wouldn't be the first friend that she lost, but losing someone was never easy.

Bobby looked up at Dean. The kid was still young and has only lost two people in his life so far; his mother and father. Hell, those were the only two that he knew about. The fact that both his parents had died such horrible deaths was something that probably weighed worst on the kid. Even though Dean would surely lose more friends in possibly more tragic ways if he continued on as a hunter, Bobby would try his damnedest to make sure that Sam wasn't added onto that list.

"We'll find him." Bobby tried to comfort Dean.

"How" is what Dean wanted to ask, but nothing came out. Instead, a weird yet familiar feeling washed over him. It started as a slight headache but then quickly worsened. Someone was trying to screw with his head. He closed his eyes and put a hand to his head in an attempt to fight it off.

"No!" he exclaimed.

"Dean?" Bobby asked. His hands were on his hips and his eyes were filled with concern.

"Unh!" Dean let out as the feeling subsided. He removed his hand from his head. He had a facial expression that expressed the bit of surprise from the fact that he was able to keep the feeling from taking over. With a few shakes of the head, he tried to get rid of the lingering pressure that was still there.

Bobby watched, concerned, but not exactly sure what to do either. They were able to make eye contact one time before the feeling overpowered Dean. Both of his hands came to his head as he could do nothing but let whatever it was get into his head.

A bell.

The image was quick, but geez did it hurt. He found himself leaning half of his body on the hood of the Impala. He groaned and gasped.

"What was that?" Bobby asked.

Dean shook his head again, trying to get the slight lingering feeling in the back of his head to go away.

"I don't know. Headache?" Dean said. He still felt somewhat spacey after the image. He tried looking to the solid black of the Impala to steady himself.

"You get headaches like that a lot?" Bobby asked. It could have been a migraine. Bobby wasn't an expert on the condition, but he did know that it was something like a headache but probably about 10 times worst.

"No," Dean responded. "No. It must be the stress." He tried to joke.

Bobby couldn't smile at the attempt because he knew that joking was one of Dean's defense mechanisms when he was scared. Bobby's eyes stayed on the young man, worried.