Title: The Difference The One Who Sees Makes
Author: Ms Sunshine
Setting: Immediately following Dean’s speech to Bobby at the hospital in “Sympathy For the Devil” (05.01) of Supernatural and post “Chosen” (07.22) of Buffy
Summary: Dean says they’re going to kill the devil. Somehow. Bobby thinks that they might be able to pull it off, but only with the help of some old acquaintances of his.
Author’s Note: Okay, so I’ve got a bazillion (or at least it feels like I do) other stories on the go, but this one would not shake loose. I had to write it so that it would leave me alone and I could get back to work on my other stories. As a result, updates might be few and far between. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.
Standard Disclaimer: The Supernatural premise and characters were created by Eric Kripke. The Buffy the Vampire Slayer premise and characters are distributed by 20th Century Fox, The WB, UPN and created by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy (Grr, Arg). The story, all names, characters and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons, places, buildings and products is intended or should be inferred. “Eating rocks may lead to broken teeth.”
The speech had been emphatic and well worded. In fact, Bobby even found himself believing that there might be hope. For a moment, he remained still, looking across the room at Dean and the almost earnest expression on his face. Then, with a shake of his head, he reached for the bedside table that held all of his personal possessions.
“Bobby?” Sam asked curiously. “What are you doing?”
He felt around inside the top drawer, the only one that he could reach on his own, until his fingers touched on what he had been looking for. From inside he pulled out a well-worn leather journal that was the twin to John’s. He flipped through the pages until he came across a list of numbers. There were no names written next to them, but Bobby’s photographic memory instantly filled in the blanks. He glanced up at the boys with a hand holding his spot on the page. “Well, if your genius plan is to ‘kill the Devil’ -- somehow -- we sure as hell’re gunna need some help. I know a lot a people and someone out there is bound to know something that we don’t.”
Dean shifted uneasily and the shelf that he was leaning against groaned in protest. He slowly dropped down into the nearest chair and regarded him silently. Though he had appeared energetic and driven only moments before, he now looked defeated. His eyes, no longer flashing with the fire of his determination, were a bit too empty for Bobby’s peace of mind. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck as he said, “That’s great, Bobby. But what exactly are you planning on telling them? ‘Cause, sure as shit, the truth is gunna get us killed.”
Bobby winced. It wasn’t like Dean was exaggerating or anything, but the matter of fact tone was unsettling. There had been a time when Dean would have followed a statement like that up with a joke or at least some kind of fight. He took a deep breath to fortify himself before saying, “Believe me, boy, I know a thing or two about bending the facts. We can still get the help we need without revealing every tiny detail. Plus, I happen to know a handful of people that have helped to start their own apocalypse a time or two.”
“I don’t know, Bobby,” Sam said dubiously. He leaned a hip against the foot of Bobby’s hospital bed and crossed his arms over his chest. The blade on his belt was strategically placed so that his current position was the best one for making a quick grab. Unlike Dean, his eyes were stormy. They clearly displayed all of the angry emotions that he was feeling. The way that he was grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw were also good indicators of his emotional state. “How do we know that this won’t come back to bite us in the ass?”
“Because,” Bobby replied heatedly, starting to feel his temper flare. “I’m not some snot-nosed id-jet that doesn’t know how to cover his tracks!”
He returned his gaze to his journal and picked up his cell phone. He wasn’t about to obey the rules that required people to turn off their electronic devices; he had too many people that relied on him. Plus, phone bills were one of the many hidden gold mines of the hospital business.
The amount of vehemence he put into dialing the first number on his list was enough to force him to start over twice, but by the time the line started to ring, he was once again in control. He hated just how easily the Winchester boys got him riled up. He usually chalked it up to them being like the two sons he’d never had, but he knew that there was more to it. They were better hunters than he had ever been. Sure he had more knowledge than them, but that came from being sidelined by the younger generation more and more often than anything else. Even in his prime he hadn’t been as accomplished as Sam and Dean Winchester. Of course, the same could be said for the opposite side of the coin. He’d never had near as much bad luck as them either.
He hated that he was jealous of their ability. Especially considering just how much the two of them had been through. Those two boys had been put through more tests and trials than almost all of the continental US combined. They were as good as they were because they had to be, because they had no other choice. For them, it was a matter of being the best or being dead. Several times over. His jealousy was more than ill placed, it was down right suicidal.
Bobby ignored the looks that the boys exchanged. He knew from experience the information that the two of them could obtain from each other simply by locking their eyes for a moment. He could tell from the way that Sam tensed when he glanced over his shoulder to share a look with his brother that he was disturbed by what he saw. Sam had probably intended to share his concern about Bobby building up his hopes with absolutely no groundwork to support them. Instead, like Bobby had earlier, he would have found himself faced with Dean’s almost absent gaze. His older brother was so broken down from the constant struggle that he couldn’t bring himself to believe that there was any help out there. Most likely he thought that even if someone could, they never would help. It didn’t surprise Bobby that Sam was the first to look away. The younger boy didn’t like to be faced with the level of torment that Dean was in, that he believed he had caused. As much as he knew the fight was going to be endless and grueling, Bobby knew that Sam wasn’t ready to admit just how royally screwed they all really were.
Finally, the line was picked up on the other end and Bobby let out a sigh of relief. “Hey, Deardra, it’s Bobby. You wouldn’t happen to know how I could get in contact with Nikki Wood’s old guardian, Bernard, would you?”