So-li-va-gant ~Latin
Someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.
Following seasons 1-3 of Supernatural.
Book One of the Solivagant series.
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"Well since you can't sleep I suppose you'll want coffee? Black? Bitter and horrible like your life choices?"
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With the thought of Bobby being trapped inside his own mind by our killer the three of us stride purposefully along the hospital corridor. Making way for a nurse I slow my pace to half when Dean pauses to wonder "So how do we find out homicidal sandman?"
"Well anyone who knows the doctor had access to the dream shrooms", I point out to them, suggesting "Might be one of his other test subjects?"
With a shrug, Dean dismisess skeptically "Possibly. But his research as pretty sketchy. I mean... I don't know how many subjects he had or even who all of them were." Sam disingenuously chuckling, I arch my eyebrow as Dean questions his brother "What?"
Pursing his lips, Sam gives us a meek shrug "In any other case we'd be calling Bobby and asking him for help right now." Shoving my hands into my pocket I feel my shoulders dipping defeatedly. Bobby's usually the first person any of us call with this kind of thing. It's not like I really have anyone else on speed dial.
"You know what? You're right", Dean motions back to Bobby's room "Let' go talk to him."
Staring blatantly at Dean, I warily comment "Don't you think that conversation is going to be a little one-sided?"
Dismissively shaking his head, Dean presses adamantly "Not if we're trippin on some Dream Root."
"What?" Sam scoffs at the idea.
Yet Dean remains persistent "You heard me."
Tilting his head, Sam clarifies "You want to go dream walking inside Bobby's head?"
With a flippant shrug, Dean wonders "How bad could it be?"
"Bad", I don't hesitate to voice, knowingly looking between both the brothers "Everyone has skeletons they keep locked up. There's no telling what's crawling around up there."
Giving me a look, Dean presses "It's Bobby."
"Yeah", Sam hums considerately "You're right."
Sighing, I tell them "I'm in. Even got some of Bobby's DNA just sitting in my duffle."
