1 Home

I was going home, that's all you can think about.

It seemed like forever since you've been back at Bobby's, you've really missed the place and you're starting to realize just how much. With each mile that goes by you can't help but get more and more excited to see the man that's become the closest thing you have to a dad.

He helped you heal as much as he could after your mom's death and been there for you through thick and thin. As soon as he found out about what an asshole your dad really was, Bobby took you under his wing and raised you as his own.

You can't help but smile when Bobby's place came into view. Once you parked your car, you skipped to the front door and knock. You haven't told Bobby you were coming so you could surprise him and you hoped it wasn't a bad time.

Guess we'll find out now won't we? You thought to yourself.

After a few seconds the door flings open to reveal Bobby himself with a shotgun in hand. This wasn't unusual for Bobby, he's been pretty paranoid ever since his wife died, but you never minded. As soon as Bobby realized who you were he put the shotgun down and a smile appeared on his face but he was still slightly skeptical.

"Surprise" you said slightly shyly.

"Y/n? You didn't tell me you were coming down, if everything alright?" Bobby asked worried something may be wrong.

"Yeah everything's fine, it's spring break so I thought I'd come down but if now's not a good time-" you started before he cut you off.

"Of course it's a good time ya idjit, c'mon in here," Bobby said. You smiled and gave him a hug which he gladly returned and came inside.

"Wow it's like I never left," you said sarcastically with a sigh as you saw all of the dust and books thrown about.

When you were here you always tried to keep everything somewhat clean and organised. While you would never admit it you did find it slightly comforting, it reminded you of all the good times you've had here.

"So how's that college been treating ya?" He asked after shrugging off your comment, some things never changed.

"Pretty good, I've been keeping my grades up and one of my professors even said that he thinks I have a chance," you reply casually.

While Bobby hasn't told you about the supernatural, you've took a liking to reading his lore books and you've grown to love them. You've been going to Stanford for a few years now with the ambition of becoming a mythology professor. Although there was something telling you there was something more to your life but you didn't know what.

"That's great, Y/n! I always knew you had great potential," Bobby praised.

"Yeah well.." You said with a slight blush.

After your father's years of abuse, you've had a hard time believing you were anything more than a ragdoll and felt awkward receiving compliments.

"Let's get your bags before it starts raining," Bobby said suddenly while looking outside at the dark clouds.

You nodded and together you went to your car and brought your bags inside to your room. You always traveled lightly so it didn't take you two long and after you placed the last bag on your bed, you took a minute to look around your room after so long.

"God I've missed this place," you say to no one in particular before you go back downstairs and into the kitchen with Bobby.

"Have you had dinner yet, Bobster?" You ask using the nickname you gave him oh so long ago. Then began to rummaging through the cabinets.

"Nah not yet, what do you have in mind?" Bobby asks in amusement of how fast you adjusted to being back after so long.

"Spaghetti," you said simply and Bobby told you that he agrees that spaghetti sounded good. You opened another cabinet only for a bunch of stuff to fall out and onto the counter.

"Dammit," you muttered.

As you were picking things up and putting them back you found everything you needed right there. While you were waiting for the water to boil you decided to put on some random music on one of Bobby's radios.

You began humming along to the songs as the water started boiling and soon enough you were done with everything. As you were making both of your plates you noticed Bobby was in the middle of reading a pretty hefty one of his lore books. Once you looked at the title a smile appears on your face as you could remember that very copy. You move the piles of books off of the table and wiped most of the dust then you put both of your plates down.

"Hey Bobby, do you want something to drink?" You ask kindly. Bobby looks up from the book and is surprised to see what you've done.

"You remind me more of Karen and Monica everyday," he said smiling.

You smile back taking that as a high compliment. While you didn't remember much about either women, you've always loved them and you knew Bobby did too. When Karen Singer died, you knew it was very hard on Bobby. Even though you never found out how she died, you did know that Bobby blamed himself for it. Bobby and your mom were always close, even though your father never liked Bobby much, "and no I'm fine."

"Why thank you, now eat up before it gets cold," you said still smiling.

You began to hum along to a song that had just came on while you ate your spaghetti. Once you guys finished eating you talked a bit more before deciding to hit the hay. After a full day of sitting in your car, you were so tired that you were asleep once your head hit the pillow.

When you opened you eyes you were in a black room. As your eyes adjusted to the light, or lack thereof, you noticed that you weren't in your room anymore. It looked familiar but you couldn't place where you actually were. You tried to sit up but it felt like you were glued to your spot on the bed, that's when you started getting concerned.

You didn't get scared until a figure walked in, you couldn't make out a face, as he got closer you noticed it was a man but it definitely wasn't Bobby. You tried to speak up and ask who he was but nothing came out, your mouth didn't even move, you started trying even harder to do anything really. The man came all the way up to the bed and took out a knife, by now you were truly frozen by fear. But what confused you was when he rolled up his sleeve and was bringing the knife to his arm.

What the hell? You questioned very confused.

All the sudden, before he could cut himself, a woman bursts into the room with a shotgun and you recognized her instantly. She was your mom. That's when you finally recognized this place; you were at your old home, in your old room and in your old bed. You haven't been here in years and had no plans of coming here ever again.

Now there was a smidge of light and you saw that the man had unusually yellow eyes. You noticed they shone brightly even in the darkness, you didn't know who this man was whatsoever but you couldn't help feel like there was something truly evil in him.

"Get away from my daughter," Monica growled at the unknown man as she raised the gun but he didn't even flinch. With the smidge of light coming from the open door you could tell the man was smirking.

"I said get away from my daughter, Azazel," she said now raising her voice which sounded cold and angry.

Your mom shot the gun and then before you knew what was happening the man disappeared, she was now on the roof of your bedroom in flames. It was so hot you knew you had to leave or else you were going to die here just like your mom undoubtedly just did. Everything in your entire being was yelling at you to run out of there as fast as you could. A scream escaped your mouth but it sounded different, younger and more high pitched. You made a noise and you could move! But these movements didn't seem like your own because you just sat up and cried.

Then another man came barreling through into your bedroom mere seconds after your scream, you guessed he heard the gunshot. It was the same man that you've grown to despise. The same man that has beaten you for 5 years straight. The same man you were surprised hasn't drank himself to death yet. Your father.

Your father hurried over to you and picked you up before running out of the house but that's not what surprised you. What surprised you was when he looked up at his now dead wife, there was pain and agony clear on his face. You couldn't even remember the last time you saw James showed any emotion other than anger. Heck you weren't even sure if the man could have those emotions anymore. Once the both of you were out of the house he held you tight and said comforting words to you as you both watched the house go up in flames.

You screamed, shot straight up in bed and took in your surroundings. Where the hell am I now? You thought getting more and more confused by the second. Then it came back to you, you were at Bobby's. It was all just a nightmare.