Bobby Singer's Daughter - A Supernatural Fan Fiction

Chapter Thirty - Two - And Death shall be His name

It's the middle of the night by the time dad does get back with the boys in tow, Dean looks pissed and Sam looks confused.

"You want to tell us what the hell..." his voice breaks off as he probably gets a view of my mother which I peek at him from around her elbow and she says, "oh, hey. I didn't realize you were bringing company."

"It's four am babe," dad says to her, "you didn't need to cook."

'Oh please," she scoffs, "Melanie will you be a dear and help me get some more plates, please?"

She turns her back to them moving around the kitchen again and I shoot Dean a small apologetic smile; I'm going to have to explain myself when he gets me alone. Her and I put plates out and set the freshly baked pies from the oven out onto the table leaving a scooper with each one; mom's been baking ever since she came back which worries me, has she even slept? Does she need sleep like the rest of us? Dean doesn't look at me as they take a seat at the dining room table, I know he's probably mad for keeping this from him, but dad had it under control from what I could tell.

"This is incredible, Mrs. Singer," Dean compliments with a mouthful and Sam looks at him, but mom says, "thank you Dean."

"It's great Karen," Dad agrees, "Could you um, give us a minute?"

She walks out to another room probably to clean and scrub it down like she's done with the other rooms when she's not cooking. I'm leaning against one of the counters that doesn't have any pies on it when Dean blurts, "are you two crazy? What the hell?"

"Dean I can explain..." Dad starts but he's cut off, "explain what? Lying to us," he looks at me, "or the American girl zombie making cupcakes in your kitchen?"

"First of all that's my wife," Bobby growls, "and secondly that's Melanie's mother, so watch it."

"Bobby," Sam says, "whatever that thing is in there, it is not your wife."

"You don't know anything," I hiss offended now, "dad and I have a chance to make things right with her, whether she remembers what happened or not."

"Plus we were not going to test her every way we ever learned," Dad adds.

Dean shoves his plate away, "so what is it? Zombies? Revenant?"

"Hell if I can tell, she's got no scars, no wounds, no reaction to salt, silver, holy water..." Dean scoffs, "Bobby she crawled out of her coffin."

"She was never buried," they look at me, "she was cremated; while I was away after she died; dad sent me a charm with some of her ashes in it."

The room is silent now, the other dead folk in this town that dad mention must have not all been cremated buried in the local cemetery.

"You buried her ashes?" Sam asks.

"I did," dad admits.

"Where?" Sam asks and dad sighs, "in the cemetery; that's where they all rose from."

"How many?" Dean asks.

"15, 20," my jaw drops he never said how many or if anyone else had come back from the dead, "I made a list," he pulls a folded paper from his pocket handing it to Sam, "uh, there's Karen...Clay...Sheriff Mills...her little boy came back."

I cover my mouth with one hand, Jody's son is back? I don't remember how he died but I can only imagine how she's feeling now that she has him again; I excuse myself from the room and go into the study sitting on the sofa by the large front window. This is getting crazier and crazier, what the hell did Lucifer set loose with that stupid ritual? Neither Dean nor Sam said anything about it so I left it at that scared for my unborn child; I can handle myself when in danger, but my child needs all the protection she can get until she too can protect herself, but I hope and pray it will never come down to that. After a while Dad, Dean and Sammy appear heading for his desk where my laptop still sits open with the cart of stuff I want to order for the baby; I can feel dad's eyes on me, but he doesn't say a word instead I hear the clicking of the keyboard and then the click of my laptop being closed.

"And through the fire stood before me a pale horse," he's reading Revelations; "and he that sat atop him carried a scythe, and I saw since he had risen, they too, shall rise, and from him and through him."

"So, what Death is behind this?" Dean asks.

I turn to look at them, "you don't mean death, as in "Grim Reaper" Death?" Dad nods.

"Awesome," Dean grunts, "another horseman; must be Thursday."

"But why would Death raise 15 people in a Podunk town like Sioux Falls?" Dad shrugs and Dean says, "you know if Death is behind this, then whatever these things are...it's not good. You know what we have to do here."

"She doesn't remember anything, you know."

"What do you mean?" Dean asks.

"Being possessed," Dad explains, "me killing her, torturing the hell out of Mel...her coming back." Dean tries to talk down to dad which sparks a fire in me, "no no, just...listen," mom's back in the kitchen humming, "she used to do that all the time; especially when she cooked."

"Tone deaf as all hell," Dad adds, "but neither Melanie nor I thought we'd hear it again. Look just read Revelations. The dead rise during the apocalypse, there's nothing in there that says that's bad! Hell, maybe it's the one good thing that comes out of this whole bloody mess."

"Melanie, are you hearing your dad?" Dean asks, "you need to think rationally; something like this can't be normal or safe." His eyes move to my belly which I cover with my hands, "just...just leave her be, Dean. I'm begging you to drop it right now."

Dean grunts gesturing for Sam to follow him out the door must be going to the motel they booked when they came to town; I don't know why Dean doesn't just stay with me but then again maybe right now it's for the best that we're separated. I know the couch is dad's bed cause he can't get upstairs at the present, so I get up to let him get some rest while I head on upstairs for some sleep as well; it's so late now I'll probably sleep in till lunchtime or close to it.

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TEASER

"Or being dead," Dean says bluntly.

"Just hold me," I beg through fresh tears, "just give me that."

I look at Sam, he seems on edge and paler than normal.

"Bobby, whether you admit it or not, these things are turning. We have to stop them...all of them," Sam states.