Chapter 9

A few days passed, and I was stuck in Bobby's place because Cas is being a dick. I was in the 'Panic Room' where nothing could get to me. Do you know how boring this was? I mean, now I know what Sammy went through. Yes, I heard about the Demon blood.

"We've gotta go. We'll see you when we get back." Sam came down, leaving the lock open on purpose.

"Okay. See ya' then." I waved.

After the grumble of Dean's Impala faded , I went up into Bobby's kitchen. I was hungry. I rummaged through it. Dean's week old food sat in the fridge. That was pretty much it. And beer.

"Wonderful. I have to leave the safety of this wonderful home to get food." I mumbled to myself.

Before I could do anything, I showered. Best feeling ever. Especially when you're locked in an iron room for three days. Great right?

After getting out of the shower, and during off, I pulled on light ripped jeans, a Deadwood, SD t-shirt, and a flannel. I pulled my hair into a braid, and walked down the rickety stairs. My keys sat on a hook embedded into the wall. I smirked, grabbing them and getting into my car.

I received a text from Sammy:

You okay?

-Sam

I'm fine. About to get food.

Be careful. See you in a few days.

-Sam

I didn't reply because I didn't need to. He knew what I was doing. I was safe.

Before I actually left, I popped open the trunk, and retrieved my trust pistol, and a pocket knife. I slipped the knife into my back pocket, and the gun into the waistband of my jeans.

Getting back into my car, I sped out of Bobby's mile long drive way. The dirt crunched under my tires.

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After actually getting into town, I pulled into a diner. I grabbed my book from the glove box, and went inside. The small diner had few people in it. Most were drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. I checked the time. Noon. Why would people still be here? Maybe a day off? Eh, I really don't care.

I sat at a small booth. Picking up the menu, I flipped through the pages. Coffee and a greasy burger.

I ordered my food, and opened my book. Even though I rarely have time for this, I do it anyway . It's calming. Reading was always my get away... Either that, or playing my cello.

I heard my coffee get placed on the table. I thanked the waiter, and sipped the heated liquid.

"Found my sword, yet?" Crowley's accent was lower than normal. Almost a whisper.

I looked up, then back to my book, "Nope." I lied.

"You have three days." Then, he just disappeared.

My food came, and I ate it. Wonderful greasy burgers always fixed my anxious self. Food was also my getaway.

After finishing, I left what I owed on the table, and a tip.

Driving back to Bobby's was quiet. I didn't feel like listening to music. I felt like staying in the quietness. I started to think of my plan after the Leviathans. Leave, stay in the quiet. Stay away from the Winchesters. Stay off the radar. Maybe Sammy's little crush will disappear. Maybe.

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"You've gotta find that sword, Darling." Crowley said.

"No. I don't even want it! I never signed up for it!" I shouted at him.

"That's what happens in the world. Find it, or this will happen."

Suddenly, I was strapped into a metal table. I was 90% naked. These leather straps were over my breasts, another from the bottom of my hips- to the top of my thighs, and some holding my wrists and ankles. I looked down, as he dragged a rugged knife over my already scarred skin.

I sat up, realizing it was all just a dream. Crowley was getting in my head... I guess what he does best is lie... And get in your head. It might be a better idea to stay in the panic room when I fall asleep.

I pulled myself from the mini couch in Bobby's living room. I started to look around the room. It was filled with books, miscellaneous papers, and files.

"Bobby? If you're here, can I have all of your books? I mean, it'd be wonderful to keep up... I don't mean to be rude, but you won't need them." I spoke to the loneliness around me.

I got not answer. So, I went into Bobby's basement, grabbed a few boxes and aged duffel bags, and went back upstairs to the homely library. I neatly grabbed the papers and files and placed them in a box. They filled it, and I duct taped it closed. I went on to the books on Bobby's desk. They were on angels and demons. I grabbed them, and placed them in another box. This went on for another maybe six hours. I had the whole ground floor cleaned out of books. It took maybe six boxes, and three duffel bags. I hauled the duffel bags to my Impala, and put them on the floor board in the back seat. Taking two boxes at a time, I stacked them in the back seat.

With minimal space left, I opened my trunk, and dumped arsenal in another duffel. I put it on the floorboard in the front passenger side. Now, I didn't have to worry about the back and running into a problem. Now, time for the upstairs and basement.

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Within the next four hours, I had the whole house cleaned out. The books safely in my car.

It was another night by the time I was done. My muscles already started to ache, so I lied on the couch. I looked up at the ceiling.

"I've already lost so much." I cried, "Why did you have to leave me, too, Robert Singer?"

Nothing happened. I sat up, and walked to the kitchen. I'd already gotten the four hours of sleep, so I got some coffee, and waited for the sun to rise.

I sat on the back rickety porch. It faced the east, so I was able to watch with ease. I sipped the coffee, and saw the light reds start turning orange, and oranges turn to a dim yellow. With time flying, it went up to the sky within the hour. I gazed at the junk cars. Bobby's project he was working on was in a shed.

I put the coffee cup down, and decided to walk over to it. I pushed open the rusted doors. A '69 Camaro sat in the middle. The hood was up. I walked over to it. A few of the valves were opened up.

Looks like I've got a new project.

Before I got all greased up, I ran back inside and grabbed the coffee grounds , and a few filters. I grabbed a large coffee cup. Before I left, I grabbed a spoon and sugar. If I was working on a car , I'm getting as much caffeine as possible.

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I started another pot of coffee. Because Bobby knew I was a caffeine addict, and he also liked it, he had a 12 cup coffee maker. I filled it up with grounds and water. The sink out here was okay... I started the coffee, and grabbed some tools. As soon as I grabbed the first valve with a wrench, my hand turned a faded black color. Grease.

I kept up with the engine, and when I was finally done, I got my fist cup of coffee. I took a few minutes for a break, and finished the cup. Tying my flannel around my waist, I set the cup down. I grabbed a flash light and the roll board. I laid flat on the board, and went underneath the vehicle. A few pipes were ruptured or broken clean in half. Going back out, I grabbed a face mask, and the blow torch. I closed it over my face and fixed up the bottom.

A few hours was all I needed to finish the under part of the Camaro. All this baby needed was a new coat of paint, and I could sell it.

After drinking my third cup of coffee, my stomach rumbled. Food was probably a good idea.

I washed my hands and grabbed some left overs from the fridge. Taking my burger, I shoved it in the microwave.

The scent wafted to my nose. My stomach sounded like a dying whale. After I devoured my leftovers, I searched for my iPod doc. It was always quiet outside.

I grabbed my doc, and iPod, and went back to my work. 'Highway to Hell' by AC/DC immediately blasted through the speakers. Oh, the irony.

I smirked, and started to prep the windows and tires. I covered them with this paper stuff , and masking tape. After searching for paints, I found a deep purple. Perfect.

Putting on a mouth/ nose mask thing, and gloves, I started to paint it.

Fumes came from the paint , but it wasn't bad.

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"Finally done with this ." I mumbled. It was probably 12 AM... What? I get tied in!

I put the sprayer down. Sleep was calling my name.

"I'll finish with the gloss tomorrow." I stripped the gloves and mask off, dumping them in the trash.

I walked sluggishly back to Bobby's place. It wasn't really that hard... Well , when you're half asleep it is... I tripped over a few bumps of air. Random gravity checks were my specialty when I'm half awake.

I remembered my vow . Sleep in the panic room. I went back down to it, and closed the door. Sleep hit me as soon as I hit the pillow.

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