Bobby and Jo just celebrated their 17th Birthday, and everyone is feeling light and worry free. That is, until something bad happens and Bobby ends up in the hospital, then Jo decides to take matters into her own hands.
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Later that evening after everyone had gone home, and things had settled down, Bobby found Charlie in her room.
"Hey Auntie. Can I talk to you?" He asked
"Of course Bobby, come on in" Charlie motioned to him. She could see he was worried about something. Bobby came in and sat on the bed with Charlie.
"What's up Dude?" She said, looking at him with concern in her eyes.
"Promise me you won't tell my Dad?" He said
"Okay, yeah sure. Is everything okay?" She asked
"Well, no...not really" He hung his head and shuffled his feet on the floor. She gave him a moment to collect his thoughts. When he looked back up at her there were tears in his eyes. She said nothing, but laid a hand on his cheek and looked him in the eyes. He wiped his tears away, and cleared his throat.
"Okay, so there are these guys at the park. They keep messing with me. Everytime I go down there they are waiting for me. I try to avoid them, but they find me. I know I can defend myself, but I also know I could really hurt someone in the process, so I dont want to fight them. I don't know what to do. I know Dad would tell me to deal with it, but..." He stopped, new tears forming.
Charlie pulled him into a hug.
"When do you plan to go to the park again?" She asked
"I don't know. I usually go when Dad and Uncle Sam are on a hunt. It used be a place I could go to clear my head, but lately..." Bobby shrugged
She sighed. "Unfortunately Bobby, I think you need to talk to your Dad about this. It sounds like you might need his help." She said
"Yeah, and what if he's disappointed in me for not taking care of it myself?" He said
"I think he would understand, and be furious that someone is messing with his son. Would you like for me to tell him?" She asked, Bobby looked at her and nodded.
"Okay, I will tell him tomorrow. In the meantime, why don't you and I go play some games!" She suggested
"Sounds great!" He said
Meanwhile Dean was getting ready to head to bed. He was heading for the bathroom to brush his teeth when a high pitched noise caught his attention. It sounded like it had come from Jo's room. He stopped and knocked on the door. He heard shuffling and the sound of the closet door being opened and closed, then Jo said, "Come in!"
Dean opened the door and looked in. He looked around, and then looked at Jo. "Did you hear that noise?" He asked
"What noise?" Jo questioned
"It was high pitched, kind of like a-a-ACHOO!" He sneezed mid sentence, and then glared at Jo.
"Where is it?!" He demanded. She looked at him guiltily.
"Where is what?" She feigned innocently. Dean sneezed again.
"That's it!" He exclaimed, storming into her room, and throwing open her closet door. There, sitting among the clothes she had thrown on the floor of her closet, was a little Orange kitten. It looked at Dean and mewed. Again Dean sneezed, three times.
"Jo! Get it out of here!!" He demanded
"But Dad! You were fine till you came into my room!" She argued
"What do you- How long has that cat been here?" He asked, again going into a sneezing fit. He ran from the room and back into the kitchen sneezing like crazy. Sam, who had his head in the fridge looking for something to snack on, jerked his head up and looked at him.
"Dean?! Are you okay??" Sam exclaimed, looking at him wide eyed.
"Ca-achoo! There's a-a-achoo! CAT!" He exclaimed finally, Sam looked confused for a second, then remembered the conversation from earlier, and busted out laughing. Dean, finally getting some semblance of control back over his own body, looked up from a bent over position and glared at Sam.
"Glad you're finding my misery so funny! Go tell your niece to GET RID OF THAT CAT!" Dean exclaimed, not finding an ounce of amusement in this situation. Sam was laughing so hard he had tears running down his face, as he walked out of the kitchen and down the hall. Dean growled and grabbed a paper towel to blow his nose on.
As soon as Sam was able to get himself under control, he knocked on Jo's door, Jo threw the door open expecting to see her Dad. When she saw Sam, she relaxed.
"Oh, hey Uncle Sam" She said, taking a step away from the door. She could see him struggling not to laugh, and looked at him confused.
"I understand you have a new pet?" Sam said, trying hard to keep the smile from playing on his face. Her face fell.
"Yeah, I snuck it in last week." She said, as the kitten hopped up on her bed, and mewed. She walked over and petted it behind the ears. Sam had finally gotten himself fully under control, and he gave her a stern look.
"Jo, you know better. The kitten has to go." He said. She sighed.
"I know. It's so unfair though, we've never had a pet." She said, tearing up a little at the idea of having to get rid of the kitten. It was Sam's turn to sigh.
"Your Dad has never been much of an animal person, Jo, but maybe in the near future I can talk him into getting a dog" He suggested. She perked up a little at that.
"Really?" She said uncertainly
"No promises, but I'll try. Now, what are we gonna do about the cat?" He asked
"I have a friend who will take him" She said, standing up and collecting the kitten and his supplies. "I'll take him now so Dad doesn't die from an allergic reaction, or something." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Good. Your Dad will be glad to hear it." Sam said, leaving her to deal with the kitten. He sauntered back to the kitchen, the laughter returning as he saw Dean, eyes still watery, and nose red, sitting at the kitchen table.
Dean glared at him, "I face Monsters on a daily basis, and I'm gonna die to a cat!" He growled.
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"My headstone will read, Dean Winchester...Death by Cat" He grumbled.
"Dean, shut up." Sam laughed, "She's taking it to a friend"
"Good!" Dean exclaimed, "Let me know when it's gone and I can safely walk down the hallway. I'll be in the den." He said, standing up and going to join Charlie and Bobby.
Charlie looked up at Dean as he entered, and screwed her face up.
"What happened to you?!" She exclaimed.
Dean rolled his eyes, "A cat, that's what!" He growled
"A cat?" She asked confused
"Yes! I'm allergic to them, and Jo brought one into the bunker!" He exclaimed
"Oh! Man, that sucks." She said. Dean just leaned forward on the couch and placed his head between his knees trying to get the oncoming headache and stuffiness to go away. He sat that way for several minutes, until Sam came in and informed him that Jo and the cat were gone.
"Thank God!" He exclaimed, and stormed off to his room. Sam chuckled and headed off to his own room.
