and another one gone
Bobby Singer was carryin' a goddamn Louis Vuitton carry-on bag and a Gucci purse.
He hadn't seen Bela in a coupla days and had swung by her place to check up on her. Instead of the woman herself, he'd only found the bags, and after a morning of searching knew she was gone. Bobby knew he shoulda been relieved at the only known threat to the Colt bein' gone, but he wasn't, not really. Not now that he knew what he did about her. He couldn't forget how she'd lived her life, the shit she'd pulled, but he also couldn't forget thinkin' what it must have been like for a fourteen year old girl who feared the one person she shoulda been able to trust above all others.
She'd made a deal and then spent the rest of her life tryin' to find a way out of it. Not for the first time, Bobby wished she'd just asked for his goddamn help, or some hunter's help, instead of tryin' to do it all herself. If she'd just told Dean or Sam what was goin' on instead of tryin' to swindle them, they woulda tried to help. But Bobby knew Bela's mistrust ran deep, especially of men, and for good reason. He didn't know why she'd finally started to trust him, why she'd trusted him alone with her biggest secret, and now he figured he'd never find out.
He'd gone back to her hut after he was done searchin' and had packed everything she'd left into those two bags, including the file she'd showed him, which he buried deep in the carry-on beneath designer clothes and girly beauty products. Bela mighta been gone, but he was gonna keep his promise.
It didn't seem right to just leave her stuff there in the abandoned place, so that was why he was carryin' them down to his own hut. He had on the flannel jacket he'd shown up in, his trucker's cap pulled low over his eyes, and he bent his head against the rain as he trudged along the boardwalk.
[Find him anywhere on the paths between Bela's hut (south of the compound by the stream) and his (north of the compound near New Pemberley).]
He hadn't seen Bela in a coupla days and had swung by her place to check up on her. Instead of the woman herself, he'd only found the bags, and after a morning of searching knew she was gone. Bobby knew he shoulda been relieved at the only known threat to the Colt bein' gone, but he wasn't, not really. Not now that he knew what he did about her. He couldn't forget how she'd lived her life, the shit she'd pulled, but he also couldn't forget thinkin' what it must have been like for a fourteen year old girl who feared the one person she shoulda been able to trust above all others.
She'd made a deal and then spent the rest of her life tryin' to find a way out of it. Not for the first time, Bobby wished she'd just asked for his goddamn help, or some hunter's help, instead of tryin' to do it all herself. If she'd just told Dean or Sam what was goin' on instead of tryin' to swindle them, they woulda tried to help. But Bobby knew Bela's mistrust ran deep, especially of men, and for good reason. He didn't know why she'd finally started to trust him, why she'd trusted him alone with her biggest secret, and now he figured he'd never find out.
He'd gone back to her hut after he was done searchin' and had packed everything she'd left into those two bags, including the file she'd showed him, which he buried deep in the carry-on beneath designer clothes and girly beauty products. Bela mighta been gone, but he was gonna keep his promise.
It didn't seem right to just leave her stuff there in the abandoned place, so that was why he was carryin' them down to his own hut. He had on the flannel jacket he'd shown up in, his trucker's cap pulled low over his eyes, and he bent his head against the rain as he trudged along the boardwalk.
[Find him anywhere on the paths between Bela's hut (south of the compound by the stream) and his (north of the compound near New Pemberley).]