Meltdown

[raised_fromhell]

Who: Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer
Where: The Garage
When: Late Evening
What: Following the arrival of Alice, Dean loses his cool and takes it out on the wrecks in the garage. Bobby goes in search for his missing truck.

Comments

[junkyardgrouch]

"I know you wouldn't have asked for any of this. Hell, we don't ask for anything we end up dealing with. If I had my way, I'd be in a boat, on a lake, just me and a twelve pack of beer." He glanced around, trying to spot the truck while they walked. There wasn't much of his arsenal in it, but what was there would be good to have on him. Especially if things were likely to get as bad as Dean described.

"Maybe a fresh pair of eyes will help find something. All we can do is keep going. We aren't made for giving up."

[raised_fromhell]

"I hope so." Dean muttered and continued through the garage. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he carried on. "I've been taking notes, talking to people. I turned a wall in my room into a bulletin board of all the research. Cas helps me out when he can."

He glanced over to Bobby. "You know, I walked in here looking for directions back to the interstate. And I thought for sure Zach and his goons had caught up with me again." He sighed and shook his head. "The manager at the desk gave me a double room without even asking me. It's like they knew I would and as if they were expecting Sam to show up at some point."

[junkyardgrouch]

"Oh yeah? Well, I'm not rooming with the geek angel if Sam does show up, so you better invest in a cot." Bobby's voice grumped predictably, but a slight grin twitched at the corner of his mouth under his beard. Castiel wasn't so bad, really. They'd come to an understanding during their plague battling days. Well, the Castiel he knew, anyway.

"Or a pet bed."

[raised_fromhell]

Dean managed a weak smirk. "Maybe get a suite like Jude, plenty of room in one of those." He spied a familiar battered blue truck a few rows over and jerked his chin in that direction. "I think that might be our ride."

[junkyardgrouch]

"Yeah, that looks like the bucket of bolts. Just gimmie a minute to clean her out." It didn't take long. Bobby only had his bare essentials on him at the time he'd picked up the truck and Rufus ditched his before the cops got him the first time.

Finished, he turned back to Dean and nodded. "Let's roll."

[raised_fromhell]

Dean held out his hand to take a bag from Bobby. Least he could do was help since he had two free hands.

[junkyardgrouch]

"What? You angling for a tip?" He handed the bag over and thumped Dean on the shoulder. He was a good kid. As much crap as he and his brother put Bobby (and themselves) through, he still couldn't be anything but proud.

And occasionally exasperated, but mostly proud.

[raised_fromhell]

"Just offering to carry your purse." Dean smirked and stepped far enough away to keep from getting swat across the back of the head. He shouldered the duffel and started walking for the stairs leading back into the hotel.

"By the way," Dean said, sobering. "When we get to your room...don't be surprised if some stuff turns up that's really weird. Like things you lost, destroyed...stuff like that." He explained, the tone of his voice speaking from experience. "This place likes to mind fuck you at just about every turn, starting with the crap in your room."

[junkyardgrouch]

Bobby gave the expected swat at the purse comment, but didn't put much effort into it. His swing went wide and his arm flopped back down beside him. It was good to see Dean back to himself for just a minute. He had been beginning to worry that the kid had undergone some damage that might not take to fixing.

"Oh goody. I can't wait to have my head screwed with some more." He shook the head in question and sighed. "Maybe I'll get lucky and find Rumsfeld up there?"

[raised_fromhell]

Dean frowned a little. "Don't know. The girl, Alice, had a cat." The hunter replied. "But we're still looking for Ardeth's horse. I heard a rumor there was a cow here at some point."

[junkyardgrouch]

"A cow?" Bobby knew better than to ask, but the question just popped out. It was more than likely that Dean didn't know the answer and even if he did, Bobby probably didn't want to know what it was. Scratch that... he definitely didn't want to know. "So what was in your room that wasn't supposed to be there? Just so I have some idea of the crap I can look forward to..."

[raised_fromhell]

Dean hesitated a moment as they ascended the steps. He took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. "The picture we took the night before we went to Carthage." He confessed. "The one we burned."

[junkyardgrouch]

"Yeah. That'd do it." Bobby said, his voice a growl of dread. Lord only knew what they would find in his room, if that's what it had waiting for Dean.

He sighed, too. "Sure do miss that ornery woman's voice."

[raised_fromhell]

Dean looked away from Bobby and continued up the stairs. He felt guilty for not having bodily dragged Ellen away from the hardware store. Felt even more guilty for not being able to save Jo. It was their fault they lost the last remnants of the Harvelle family. Once again a Winchester was responsible for it.

He cleared his throat as they passed the landing for the main floor and kept going up. "There is some woman Jude's friend's with. She's his superior officer...Admiral I think. I was too drunk when I met her to recall all the details but she got all...master and commander on my ass and sounded a lot like Ellen."

[junkyardgrouch]

"Let's be fair... you've got that effect on women." Bobby chuckled and clapped Dean on the shoulder. It worried him to see the kid so broken down. One thing about the Winchesters that had always comforted him was that they never stopped bouncing back. Even John had always kept soldiering on. "I'd put good odds down that you've been slapped as often as you've been kissed."

[raised_fromhell]

Dean smirked a little as they reached the landing for the second floor. "Bobby, do you really want to know about my conquests?" He asked.