Mommy's Little Boys VI
Title: Mommy's Little Boys Chapter VI - The Hunt part 3
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Hours later they reached Bobby's salvage yard and the small cabin like house in which Bobby had lived for as long as Dean had known him - which was roughly all of Sam's life. As soon as the Impala drew up next to Mary's 4x4, Dean could feel something was wrong. He had expected Bobby to be waiting for them - or at least to come and great them and by the way Mary was peering into the house things did not look good.
Damn. Had Bobby needed them and he had been too busy bickering with his baby brother about things that had happened year ago? Was Bobby in danger - or worse - dead! - because he had taken a pit stop to let off steam? Dear Unholy Crap he had to get into that house now!
Dean was screaming Bobby's name before he even got out of the car, Sam was heading to the trunk and drawing out jars of holy water, two sawn of shot guns loaded with rock salt, a pistol with normal bullets in case Bobby's crisis was more... human than they feared, as well as a shotgun and silver bullets and a iron stick to attack any ghosts or beasts with. Believing they had it covered plus whatever arsenal Mary had with her - hey approached the house in unity, falling back to when Sam had been fifteen and started going on hunts with his mom and brother.
Checking the windows he saw that they were still covered in salt, he saw a few empty beer bottles on the kitchen table and an abandoned half-eaten stake. Dean's jaw clenched with fury. He headed for the door, panic making his heart pound in his ears.
"HEY BOYS! And Mary!" Bobby's voice boomed out from the front door which swung open with force. The old man was unusually cheery - Dean hoped that it was just because he was happy to see Mary reunited with both her boys but he really doubted it. Bobby wouldn't be happy, he would feel guilty for tricking them but justified.
Dean sent his mom a look and she nodded. "Hey, Bobby. It's good to see you." She said, not going any closer than she already was. Bobby's smile didn't dim as he looked from Mary to Sam, lingering there, and then to Dean and back o Mary.
"Eh, you said you had a job for us, Bobby?" Dean asked.
"Yes, yes I did. Come on inside and I'll tell you all about it!" Bobby told them, stepping aside so they could get in.
Obviously they were not going to find out what was up with Bobby's strange behaviour outside so Dean went forward, Mary sent him a sharp look that asked him what the Hell he was doing taking such a risk. But in Dean's mind what was life without a few risks? Hell, he had already died he failed to see what could be worse than what had already happened to him. Of course it was taking stupid risks that killed him in the first place however this was Bobby they were talking about. He was the man who had given Dean the sex talk after his mom's version about falling in love had failed to inform him of how to handle an erection and how to put on a condom. He was the man who had showed Dean how to take care of the Impala. In Dean's childish eyes; Bobby had been like God when he had not believed in any deity.
Sam shrugged and followed his brother inside while Bobby watched strangely intense. Mary was the last in and the last to see that Bobby's place had not changed, except for the fact that the devil's trap in the library was dismantled and the body of a young boy was in the chair, his form slouched to suggest death or unconsciousness. She gulped down her fear. Dean could feel it too. Even though there was nothing overtly wrong with the room there was this sickening sense in the bottom of his stomach that this was all wrong.
Sam - who seemed to be unaffected by the darkness surrounding them - looked expectedly at Bobby, waiting for him to hand them all a beer spiked with holy water to make sure none of them were possessed. He didn't. Instead he closed the door firmly and stared at them, a grin splitting his face like this was the happiest moment in his whole life. Somehow Dean bet getting married to the love of his life beat this particular moment, and Dean had seen those pictures burried in a draw in the kitchen. Bobby had been near tears. No face-splitting-grin that was frankly a bit unsettling.
"So, the job Bobby? What is it?" Mary asked edgily.
"Oh don't worry about that. After all; you've already completed the job."
"What?" Dean said, tensing up.
Bobby let out a loud laugh. "Coming here was the job. And you all completed it very well."
Mary turned towards the door but found she couldn't come within a foot of the handle. Stopping with a stricken look on her face she turned her head towards the ceiling and saw the intricate design that was keeping them from reaching the door. Unlike a Devil's Trap this was not a circle surrounding a pentagram with symbols in it. It had Greek symbols and something far more ancient and it was like a cage all around the room, keeping them in.
"God, I have never seen anything like this!" Mary breathed out in terror.
"No, but Bobby has." Bobby - or rather - whatever was inside of Bobby - said maniacally and they turned to look at him watching as his eyes turned from human to black. Possessed.
Bobby - BOBBY - Bobby Singer was possessed. So Dean knew straight away that whatever he was possessed with wasn't kidding around. the fact that it had been possessing a kid previously - because Dean assumed that was how Bobby had gotten in this state - meant that it was possibly one of Lilith's demons. After all she was the only other demon that Dean had... 'met' who liked to possess young children. Of course, he wasn't supposed to remember that. He had met her in Hell. He had no idea that Sam had met her on the earthly plane. And he had no idea just how... 'interesting' things were about to get.
TBC... REVELATIONS (MLBCHVII)
Please comment folk! I love everyone who has read my story (and liked it!) but I adore and wish only happy things like Heaven upon those who comment. LOLZ.
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Hours later they reached Bobby's salvage yard and the small cabin like house in which Bobby had lived for as long as Dean had known him - which was roughly all of Sam's life. As soon as the Impala drew up next to Mary's 4x4, Dean could feel something was wrong. He had expected Bobby to be waiting for them - or at least to come and great them and by the way Mary was peering into the house things did not look good.
Damn. Had Bobby needed them and he had been too busy bickering with his baby brother about things that had happened year ago? Was Bobby in danger - or worse - dead! - because he had taken a pit stop to let off steam? Dear Unholy Crap he had to get into that house now!
Dean was screaming Bobby's name before he even got out of the car, Sam was heading to the trunk and drawing out jars of holy water, two sawn of shot guns loaded with rock salt, a pistol with normal bullets in case Bobby's crisis was more... human than they feared, as well as a shotgun and silver bullets and a iron stick to attack any ghosts or beasts with. Believing they had it covered plus whatever arsenal Mary had with her - hey approached the house in unity, falling back to when Sam had been fifteen and started going on hunts with his mom and brother.
Checking the windows he saw that they were still covered in salt, he saw a few empty beer bottles on the kitchen table and an abandoned half-eaten stake. Dean's jaw clenched with fury. He headed for the door, panic making his heart pound in his ears.
"HEY BOYS! And Mary!" Bobby's voice boomed out from the front door which swung open with force. The old man was unusually cheery - Dean hoped that it was just because he was happy to see Mary reunited with both her boys but he really doubted it. Bobby wouldn't be happy, he would feel guilty for tricking them but justified.
Dean sent his mom a look and she nodded. "Hey, Bobby. It's good to see you." She said, not going any closer than she already was. Bobby's smile didn't dim as he looked from Mary to Sam, lingering there, and then to Dean and back o Mary.
"Eh, you said you had a job for us, Bobby?" Dean asked.
"Yes, yes I did. Come on inside and I'll tell you all about it!" Bobby told them, stepping aside so they could get in.
Obviously they were not going to find out what was up with Bobby's strange behaviour outside so Dean went forward, Mary sent him a sharp look that asked him what the Hell he was doing taking such a risk. But in Dean's mind what was life without a few risks? Hell, he had already died he failed to see what could be worse than what had already happened to him. Of course it was taking stupid risks that killed him in the first place however this was Bobby they were talking about. He was the man who had given Dean the sex talk after his mom's version about falling in love had failed to inform him of how to handle an erection and how to put on a condom. He was the man who had showed Dean how to take care of the Impala. In Dean's childish eyes; Bobby had been like God when he had not believed in any deity.
Sam shrugged and followed his brother inside while Bobby watched strangely intense. Mary was the last in and the last to see that Bobby's place had not changed, except for the fact that the devil's trap in the library was dismantled and the body of a young boy was in the chair, his form slouched to suggest death or unconsciousness. She gulped down her fear. Dean could feel it too. Even though there was nothing overtly wrong with the room there was this sickening sense in the bottom of his stomach that this was all wrong.
Sam - who seemed to be unaffected by the darkness surrounding them - looked expectedly at Bobby, waiting for him to hand them all a beer spiked with holy water to make sure none of them were possessed. He didn't. Instead he closed the door firmly and stared at them, a grin splitting his face like this was the happiest moment in his whole life. Somehow Dean bet getting married to the love of his life beat this particular moment, and Dean had seen those pictures burried in a draw in the kitchen. Bobby had been near tears. No face-splitting-grin that was frankly a bit unsettling.
"So, the job Bobby? What is it?" Mary asked edgily.
"Oh don't worry about that. After all; you've already completed the job."
"What?" Dean said, tensing up.
Bobby let out a loud laugh. "Coming here was the job. And you all completed it very well."
Mary turned towards the door but found she couldn't come within a foot of the handle. Stopping with a stricken look on her face she turned her head towards the ceiling and saw the intricate design that was keeping them from reaching the door. Unlike a Devil's Trap this was not a circle surrounding a pentagram with symbols in it. It had Greek symbols and something far more ancient and it was like a cage all around the room, keeping them in.
"God, I have never seen anything like this!" Mary breathed out in terror.
"No, but Bobby has." Bobby - or rather - whatever was inside of Bobby - said maniacally and they turned to look at him watching as his eyes turned from human to black. Possessed.
Bobby - BOBBY - Bobby Singer was possessed. So Dean knew straight away that whatever he was possessed with wasn't kidding around. the fact that it had been possessing a kid previously - because Dean assumed that was how Bobby had gotten in this state - meant that it was possibly one of Lilith's demons. After all she was the only other demon that Dean had... 'met' who liked to possess young children. Of course, he wasn't supposed to remember that. He had met her in Hell. He had no idea that Sam had met her on the earthly plane. And he had no idea just how... 'interesting' things were about to get.
TBC... REVELATIONS (MLBCHVII)
Please comment folk! I love everyone who has read my story (and liked it!) but I adore and wish only happy things like Heaven upon those who comment. LOLZ.