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Bang. Bang. Still off.
The two shots hit either side of the round red target Bobby'd painted on the sack, and he took out his file again, working on the gun a bit more before he took another shot.
Bang. Still not right. Bobby thought about what he'd told Sam and Dean the night they'd opened the Devil's Gate, the night all hell had broken loose - literally. Hope to hell you boys are ready, 'cause the war's just begun. They didn't know what the hell they'd be up against, and having a gun that could kill demons would sure come in handy, but he didn't think it could be fixed.
Looking up again from his filing work, he went to aim at the sack again - and found himself staring at a blonde looked to be around Sam and Dean's age. "Cute piece," she said, and Bobby frowned. Where the hell'd she come from?
"Who're you?" he asked, warily, lowering the Colt slowly.
The blonde smirked. "Won't stop a demon, if that's what you think," she said, and Bobby was none too pleased with her cocky tone, but he stayed on his guard.
"How the hell would you know?" he asked.
There was that god damn smirk again. "Oh, I don't know..." she started, and Bobby's eyes widened as she blinked slowly and revealed just who - no, what - she was, for a brief moment staring at him through eyes black as pitch. "Call it an educated guess?"
"Well, ain't I a lucky man?" Bobby said, his tone full of sarcasm. "Found a subject for a test fire."
The demon blonde merely laughed. "Luck had nothing to do with it," she replied, annoyingly smug. "But hey, by all means - take your best shot," she added, spreading her arms wide to give him a clean shot. For a moment, Bobby was too stunned to do anything but gape, and the girl dropped her arms with a sigh. "Are you gonna stand there like a pantywaist," she started exasperatedly, "or are you gonna shoot-"
BANG. The shot hit her square in the chest.
"Ouch," she said simply, and there was proof that the Colt was no longer a demon killer. "This smarts a little."
Bobby lowered the gun again. If she knew the gun wasn't gonna kill her, then what the hell was her agenda? If she'd wanted to kill him she would've done it by now. "What do you want?" he asked, studying her.
The girl - Ruby was her name, but Bobby didn't know that yet - started a leisurely stroll towards him, but Bobby held his ground. "Peace on earth...a new shirt," she said, plucking at the gray top that now sported a hole in the center. "Now, do you want me to help you out with that gun or not?"
Bobby wasn't sure he'd heard her right at first.
Hours later, they were already on their way to Ohio when Bobby got the call from Sam, and he didn't bother to pick up, focused on driving. It disturbed the hell out of him that they were accepting the help of a damn demon, but maybe they needed all the help they could get. It wasn't like he trusted Ruby anyway, not as far as he could throw her, and he knew Sam didn't either.
They got there just in time to see some demon dressed in priest's garb about to dispatch Sam, and Bobby took aim at the priest's head and fired. The shot went straight through the head, all right - except it was the head of a nearby statue, not the priest's, and Bobby immediately went to take aim again. Before he could get off another shot, though, the demon in the collar casually flicked a hand and he was flying through the air.
The breath was knocked clean out of him as he landed, and he was vaguely aware of the priest sending Sam into a windshield as he struggled to lift himself up on his elbows, his lungs screaming and his body sore from the impact. The priest took off for the house, and Bobby was still fighting to sit up when Sam came running over.
"Bobby, you all right?" Sam asked, and Bobby could only nod as Sam continued. "How did you know where we were-"
"Go," Bobby managed to croak finally. He picked up the Colt and held it out to Sam -
- except Sam wasn't there. And suddenly he was on a snowy path, surrounded by trees.
"The hell?" he wheezed, shivering slightly in the sudden cold as he managed to raise himself to a sitting position. "Sam?" He took a few deep, even breaths, allowing the air to fill his lungs again, then stood awkwardly and looked around him warily, the Colt firmly in his grip.
"What the hell is this?" he mumbled, and he could only think of one culprit, though this seemed like a pretty unnecessarily elaborate way to get rid of him. "Ruby!"
[Since we all know how tedious these can be, only Ellen gets to do the honors of explaining the island. Everyone else can find him in the compound or vicinity, going o_O and getting the lay of the land. ST/LT welcome; I'll be ST off and on through the evening. Dialogue comes from episode 3x04 "Sin City".]
The two shots hit either side of the round red target Bobby'd painted on the sack, and he took out his file again, working on the gun a bit more before he took another shot.
Bang. Still not right. Bobby thought about what he'd told Sam and Dean the night they'd opened the Devil's Gate, the night all hell had broken loose - literally. Hope to hell you boys are ready, 'cause the war's just begun. They didn't know what the hell they'd be up against, and having a gun that could kill demons would sure come in handy, but he didn't think it could be fixed.
Looking up again from his filing work, he went to aim at the sack again - and found himself staring at a blonde looked to be around Sam and Dean's age. "Cute piece," she said, and Bobby frowned. Where the hell'd she come from?
"Who're you?" he asked, warily, lowering the Colt slowly.
The blonde smirked. "Won't stop a demon, if that's what you think," she said, and Bobby was none too pleased with her cocky tone, but he stayed on his guard.
"How the hell would you know?" he asked.
There was that god damn smirk again. "Oh, I don't know..." she started, and Bobby's eyes widened as she blinked slowly and revealed just who - no, what - she was, for a brief moment staring at him through eyes black as pitch. "Call it an educated guess?"
"Well, ain't I a lucky man?" Bobby said, his tone full of sarcasm. "Found a subject for a test fire."
The demon blonde merely laughed. "Luck had nothing to do with it," she replied, annoyingly smug. "But hey, by all means - take your best shot," she added, spreading her arms wide to give him a clean shot. For a moment, Bobby was too stunned to do anything but gape, and the girl dropped her arms with a sigh. "Are you gonna stand there like a pantywaist," she started exasperatedly, "or are you gonna shoot-"
BANG. The shot hit her square in the chest.
"Ouch," she said simply, and there was proof that the Colt was no longer a demon killer. "This smarts a little."
Bobby lowered the gun again. If she knew the gun wasn't gonna kill her, then what the hell was her agenda? If she'd wanted to kill him she would've done it by now. "What do you want?" he asked, studying her.
The girl - Ruby was her name, but Bobby didn't know that yet - started a leisurely stroll towards him, but Bobby held his ground. "Peace on earth...a new shirt," she said, plucking at the gray top that now sported a hole in the center. "Now, do you want me to help you out with that gun or not?"
Bobby wasn't sure he'd heard her right at first.
Hours later, they were already on their way to Ohio when Bobby got the call from Sam, and he didn't bother to pick up, focused on driving. It disturbed the hell out of him that they were accepting the help of a damn demon, but maybe they needed all the help they could get. It wasn't like he trusted Ruby anyway, not as far as he could throw her, and he knew Sam didn't either.
They got there just in time to see some demon dressed in priest's garb about to dispatch Sam, and Bobby took aim at the priest's head and fired. The shot went straight through the head, all right - except it was the head of a nearby statue, not the priest's, and Bobby immediately went to take aim again. Before he could get off another shot, though, the demon in the collar casually flicked a hand and he was flying through the air.
The breath was knocked clean out of him as he landed, and he was vaguely aware of the priest sending Sam into a windshield as he struggled to lift himself up on his elbows, his lungs screaming and his body sore from the impact. The priest took off for the house, and Bobby was still fighting to sit up when Sam came running over.
"Bobby, you all right?" Sam asked, and Bobby could only nod as Sam continued. "How did you know where we were-"
"Go," Bobby managed to croak finally. He picked up the Colt and held it out to Sam -
- except Sam wasn't there. And suddenly he was on a snowy path, surrounded by trees.
"The hell?" he wheezed, shivering slightly in the sudden cold as he managed to raise himself to a sitting position. "Sam?" He took a few deep, even breaths, allowing the air to fill his lungs again, then stood awkwardly and looked around him warily, the Colt firmly in his grip.
"What the hell is this?" he mumbled, and he could only think of one culprit, though this seemed like a pretty unnecessarily elaborate way to get rid of him. "Ruby!"
[Since we all know how tedious these can be, only Ellen gets to do the honors of explaining the island. Everyone else can find him in the compound or vicinity, going o_O and getting the lay of the land. ST/LT welcome; I'll be ST off and on through the evening. Dialogue comes from episode 3x04 "Sin City".]