Willow (Supernatural fic)

Finding connections

We were already on our way to Sam and Dean's friends place. We had been driving for hours and I decided to look in my backpack to see what I had. I opened up one of my pockets to find an envelope I hadn't ever seen before. It had my name on it. I looked up to see what Sam and Dean were doing, then opened the envelope to find a letter. It was written in my dad's handwriting:

Willow,

I've already figured out that you know the truth. Honestly, you probably could have hid it better. 

I smile at that, he always had a good sense of humor. I continued to read:

I need you to listen, and listen good. If you are reading this, We're in trouble, all of us. I'm sorry, but I'm probably dead and I have no idea who's still alive. I knew they were coming, but you were out jogging and I didn't want you in danger. I love you. I love you so much.

I had to take a second to not cry, which was very hard at the moment.

Listen Sweetie, they want me, your mother, everyone. They want you too and I want you to be safe. I know I never told any of you about any of this, you found out by chance. I wish I told you guys, then maybe we would be prepared. I only have an hour at most, we all do, before they come.

Don't trust anyone and remember to check if everyone is a demon. Be safe sweetie. Go and find someone, an old friend of mine, a hunter like me, like you too I guess. He'll know what to do and will explain more, but I can't tell you much. His name is Bobby Singer. He'll know who you are, trust him sweetie. Trust him, like you'd trust me.

Remember Darling, I love you and always will, forever and ever.

                                                                                                                -Fredrick Smith (Dad)

I didn't realize I was crying. I look up to see Sam looking at me sadly. "You okay?" He says, I see Dean glance up at me for a second.

"I uh. I uh, found a letter." I say quietly, waving the letter at him. He nods, knowing I really didn't want to talk about it.

After a few hours we finally made it to this guys house. I had already guessed that this Bobby guy was the one my father was talking about, but I'd find out later.

I got of the the Impala, following the two brothers to the door.

Before they even knocked an older man opened the door, wearing a baseball cap and he looked...... well, I wasn't sure what he looked like.

"Is this her?" The guy, who I assumed was Bobby, asks. Dean nods.

"Well, then. Com'on in." He says, I follow inside, awkwardly.

We sit down and he looks at me. "So, you're Willow?" He asks, I nod. 

"Alright then, before I start bombarding you with questions, lets clear up any that you have?" He asks. I liked him, he knew what he was doing and how to make me feel better.

"Your name's Bobby, right? Is it Bobby Singer?" I ask. Everyone's gaze turns to me, with eyes wide open.

"How'd you know that?" Bobby asks, curiously.

"Um.... Here" I say, opening my backpack, looking for the letter. I find it and hand it to Bobby.

We all sit there in silence for a second while he reads. I hear a loud sigh and he looks up at me.

"So, you're Fredrick's daughter, huh?" He asks, I can see sadness in his eyes. He must have known my father. I nod.

"You know her father?" Dean speaks up.

"Yep. He was a great hunter, one of the best I've known. A great father too, I'm sure." He adds the last part looking at me.

"Where'd these boys find you?" He asks.

"In the woods, sir." I say. I remembered my father always telling me to call hunters by sir and ma'am.

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Don't go calling me 'sir'. Bobby is fine." He says. I nod. "What were you doing in the woods?" He asks.

"Running, s..." I had to stop myself from saying sir again.

"From?..." He adds.

I gulp. "Demons." I say, his eyes going wide.