Daughters Of Hell

Chapter Five

Bobby POV

Bobby’s eyes narrowed as he saw the tire tracks that led from where a old black mustang had once been. He looked around and noticed the boys’ Impala as he parked his truck. He walked across the dirt with his shotgun in hand, as opened the door to his house.

“Now I see why he call you moose.” a female voice said. Confused, Bobby walked cautiously into the house, only to see Sam and Dean facing two strange girls.  

“And him squirrel.” the other one said. Bobby couldn’t help himself, he laughed, everyones eyes immediately turning to him. Dean was the first to speak up.

“Bobby!”

“You idjits shouda told me you were coming.” Dean smiled and shrugged.

“You weren’t answering.” Sam said when he too, shrugged.

“You don’t have wiffy in the mountains!” Bobby pointed out.

“Wi-fi.” Sam said under his breath. The two girls tried to suppress a smile, failing miserably.

“This is Bobby then?” Lynne asked, putting a hand on her now cocked hip and surveying him. Bobby looked at the girls sceptically.

“Where’d you pick them up?” he asked, indicating them with his shotgun.

“They’re uhh... umm…-”

“Hunters.” Nicole interrupted. “Yeah, we met on a job.” Lynne backed her up. Bobby raised his eyebrows, unconvinced. Looking at Sam and Dean, he shrugged. Bobby’s eyes wandered around the kitchen, trying to catch anything out of place. His eyes settled on a piece of paper sitting on the counter.

“Whats this?” he said as he turned to face the four people in the adjoining room. they all looked at it confused.

“What’s it say?” Dean asked.

“I dont know. It’s not written in english.” Lynne’s eyes widened in confusion as she got up and snatched the note from Bobby’s hand. Her eyes widened as she read it.

“What’s it say?” Nicole prompted, getting on tiptoe to try and read it over Lynne’s shoulder, due to the height difference she failed, sighing in frustration she gave up. Lynne gulped.

“It was written by Dianae.” Lynne’s hands started to shake a tad as she took a deep breath. “It says ‘run’.”

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Sam’s POV

“Wait…. what language is that? How can you read it?” Lynne gave Sam a disgusted look at his idiotic question.

“It’s Hells language Fuckface, how do you not know this?”

“Hey.” Dean tried and completely failed at towering over Lynne impressively, considering he had to look up at her. “What did you just call my little brother?” Dean’s voice was dangerously calm.

“I called him a fuckface.” Lynne stared him down and Dean started to growl slightly, like a dog.

“You still didn’t answer my question, how can you read it?” Sam asked, resting a hand on Dean’s shoulder, telling him to stand down, that it was okay.

“HOW DAR-” Dean had begun to yell, completely ignoring Sam’s hand as he shrugged it off.

Dean was cut off with a resounding slap to the face, courtesy of Lynne, it was so hard his head violently turned and jerked to the side, and his cheek started bleeding a little from where one of Lynnes silver snake rings had broken the skin.