Back in Black

Is this the real life?

I woke up to my phone buzzing on the table and Bohemian Rhapsody coming out of its speakers.

"Y'ello?"

"Alex, you good?"

"Yeah. You could've warned me a bit though."

"Yeah, I'm aware. You guys doing anything?"

"Looking for John. He's been missing for about 2 weeks."

"I'll keep an eye out."

"You on a job right now?"

"Yeah. Could use some back up. You up for it?" Bobby asked.

"I'll have to talk to the boys. What are you going after?"

"Just a nest of Vampires."

"By yourself? Have you finally gone crazy, old man?"

"Nah, I got Rufus, Jim, and Caleb with me. But it's a big one. Might even be the biggest I've ever seen." There was a knock on my door.

"Just a second, Bobby." I looked through the peekhole. It was the boys. I opened the door and let them in. "Morning boys."

"What's going on?"

"Bobby asked me for help, I told him I had to talk to you guys. I mean, you did ask me for help finding John, anyway."

"What is it?"

"What is what? Oh Bobby's case. Nest o' bloodsuckers in..."

"Nebraska." Bobby supplied.

"Nebraska." I repeated. "He's got Caleb and 2 others other hunters with him but doesn't think that's going to cut it. It's a big one."

"I'm sure we can handle whatever's in Colorado. Right, Dean?" Dean nodded. "Go help Bobby."

"Alright. The five of us should be able to make easy work of this, so if you guys need any help, you call me. Got it?"

"Yeah." Dean replied.

"Stop worrying, Lex, we'll be fine." Sam added. 10 hours later, I was pulling into Singer Salvage. Rumsfeld was running alongside my car until I slowed to a stop and got out. Obviously wanting some attention, Rumsfeld jumped on me until I gave him a good belly rub.

"Lex? That you?"

"Yeah, Old Fart. It's me."

"Good. The others are meeting us there. With the five of us..."

"Don't even think about saying that E word. Whenever a hunter uses it, shit always hits the fan. Occam's Razor, you know?"

"Alright, alright, you nut."

"Bobby, this should not be breaking news. You raised me."

"I know, I know. You ready to get going?"

"You got any snacks?"

"Who do you think I am?"

"An old fart who never skimps on the snacks." I smiled at him hopefully. He sighed, tossing me a box of cheese-its. "Thanks."

"Are you riding with me?"

"No, the boys might need help, and if they do, I might have to go straight to Colorado."

"That's where Sam and Dean are at, huh?"

"Yeah. John left some coordinates for them. Long story."

"Alright. You ready to go?"

"Yeah. If we shag ass we can make it in about what, 4 hours?"

"Thereabouts."

"Let's go."