Singer's Salvage Yard must have been a real sight for sore eyes where Dean was concerned. As far as Nim was concerned, it was somewhere new, but even she could spot the little signs that betrayed it as a place of business for those who hunt. As the Impala drew to a halt 'round the back of the blue-sided house, she lowered from her arch over the back of the front seat, checking the sigils she'd just marked on the roof of the car against the sigils documented in the journal. She was still a little surprised Dean had let her deface his Baby at all, but then, they needed all the protection they could get right now. Lowering her eyes as she closed up the journal once again, she looked around briefly. "This is it, huh?"
Dean wasn't overjoyed about Nim defacing his Baby, but better safe than sorry, and he could always fix her up later when all this was over - assuming they won, and if they didn't, it wouldn't matter anyway. Gravel crunched beneath the tires as they drove into the yard and pulled up not far from the house. He knew it didn't look like much from the outside, but appearances could be deceiving. If this Bobby was anything like the one he'd known back home, then this was the safest place they could be right now.
He pulled the Impala to a halt and threw her into Park, glancing over at the house, which seemed a little too quiet from the outside. "This is it. Don't expect a mint on your pillow tonight." Something else maybe, but not a mint.
"Not sure I'm expecting a pillow," she admitted ruefully, the curve of her lips flickering a faint smile as her eyes swept the yard. "There are a lot of hiding places here." She didn't like feeling as though she was constantly under surveillance, hoping that it was just an over-zealous reaction to being hunted by things she'd not encountered before now. "Okay, let's get inside. You get to fend him off while I draw on his walls."
Dean remembered drawing on the walls and windows of Bobby's house back home and was fairly certain once the man knew why they were defacing his home, he'd be fine with it. "You get inside. I'll get the bags." It was broad daylight, and Dean was fairly certain they were safe so long as the sun was shining. He turned off the engine and pocketed the keys, glancing over at her as he snatched the journal up off the front seat. "Take this," he told her, handing her the journal, realizing in that moment how important that little book had become.
Wrapping her fingers around the leather-bound book, Nim moved to slide out of the Impala, drawing her Glock from the back of her pants. She didn't argue with him exactly, but she took her time moving toward the house. Did he really think she was going to leave him out here alone when there was even a chance that those hybrids had beaten them here" Tucking the journal inside her jacket, she backed toward the back door of Bobby's house, glancing in through the window closest. "Don't be long, Dean."
Dean climbed out of the car and pushed the door closed, casting a wary glance around the yard to make sure they weren't being watched. He reached into his jacket for his Beretta as he watched Nim make her way toward the house, slightly relieved when he saw a familiar face pull the door open, cranky though it was.
"Took you long enough to get here," the cranky voice said as the back door to Bobby's house opened and Bobby himself stood there, glaring out at the two younger hunters. "You get lost or something?" he asked, doubtfully, knowing they more than likely either stopped for food or something else, but not really wanting to know what the something else might be.
Once Bobby's face appeared in the doorway, Dean visibly relaxed, cracking an amused smile as he left Nim to Bobby and went about gathering their bags.
For someone alert to her surroundings, Nim completely missed the door opening behind her, jumping violently at the rough voice growling out barely four feet from her back. "Jesus! Bobby, make noise when you walk!" she complained, relief rushing through her at the sight of the older hunter all in one piece. She relaxed her hand about her Glock, flicking the safety back on again as she turned to look at Bobby. "Harvelle make it here okay?"
"Yeah, he's here. A little freaked out, but here." Bobby looked the girl over a moment before his gaze wandered toward Dean. "You two okay' You look like hell," he remarked, a watchful eye focused on Dean as he gathered their bags.
Tucking her gun back into her pants, Nim let out a sigh, releasing as much of her tension as she could in one breath. "Well, I've had one hell of a night," she told Bobby, gesturing toward Dean. "And he's had one hell of a weekend." Her eyes rose to meet Bobby's. "Don't ask yet. Long story, he's not telling it until everyone's here."
Bobby arched a heavy brow at the girl, both impressed and irritated by her gumption, daring to tell him what to do in his own home, but he had a feeling she had Dean's best interests at heart. "Stories can wait, so long as you're safe. How's a hot cup of coffee and a hot shower sound?" he asked, pulling open the door to allow her entry.
In the meantime, Dean was checking and rechecking the Impala before finally making his way over, hauling their duffles along with him. "You two playing nice?" he asked as he came up beside Nim.
To tell the truth, Nim was a little surprised by her own bravery in laying down even one rule to Bobby's face. The man was intimidating, but she was working on the theory that he wasn't going to be allowed to get too unpleasant with her, so long as she behaved herself. Still, it was a relief when Dean came up beside them. "I do solemnly swear to behave myself," was her answer to her lover's query, flickering a smile toward Bobby. "A hot shower sounds like heaven, Bobby, thanks."
The older hunter grunted, glancing from one to the other. "It ain't heaven. Plumbing don't work right half the time, and I'm running out of guest rooms, but it's safer than most places." He flashed a glare at Dean, but there was no malice in it. "When ain't I nice? Name one time." Dean opened his mouth to fulfill Bobby's request, but Bobby cut him off. "Never mind. Sorry I asked. Now get your a$$es in here before you let the flies in."
"Well, at least you don't have to worry about using up two of those vanishing rooms with us." Nim smiled sweetly at Bobby, amused by the way he spoke to Dean and got away with it. She slipped inside, past Bobby, drawing the journal out of her jacket as she went. Flicking the pages open once more, she went straight to work, biting the lid off a permanent marker as she advanced on the north wall of the house, 'defacing' Bobby's house the same way she had 'defaced' Dean's car.
Dean wasn't overjoyed about Nim defacing his Baby, but better safe than sorry, and he could always fix her up later when all this was over - assuming they won, and if they didn't, it wouldn't matter anyway. Gravel crunched beneath the tires as they drove into the yard and pulled up not far from the house. He knew it didn't look like much from the outside, but appearances could be deceiving. If this Bobby was anything like the one he'd known back home, then this was the safest place they could be right now.
He pulled the Impala to a halt and threw her into Park, glancing over at the house, which seemed a little too quiet from the outside. "This is it. Don't expect a mint on your pillow tonight." Something else maybe, but not a mint.
"Not sure I'm expecting a pillow," she admitted ruefully, the curve of her lips flickering a faint smile as her eyes swept the yard. "There are a lot of hiding places here." She didn't like feeling as though she was constantly under surveillance, hoping that it was just an over-zealous reaction to being hunted by things she'd not encountered before now. "Okay, let's get inside. You get to fend him off while I draw on his walls."
Dean remembered drawing on the walls and windows of Bobby's house back home and was fairly certain once the man knew why they were defacing his home, he'd be fine with it. "You get inside. I'll get the bags." It was broad daylight, and Dean was fairly certain they were safe so long as the sun was shining. He turned off the engine and pocketed the keys, glancing over at her as he snatched the journal up off the front seat. "Take this," he told her, handing her the journal, realizing in that moment how important that little book had become.
Wrapping her fingers around the leather-bound book, Nim moved to slide out of the Impala, drawing her Glock from the back of her pants. She didn't argue with him exactly, but she took her time moving toward the house. Did he really think she was going to leave him out here alone when there was even a chance that those hybrids had beaten them here" Tucking the journal inside her jacket, she backed toward the back door of Bobby's house, glancing in through the window closest. "Don't be long, Dean."
Dean climbed out of the car and pushed the door closed, casting a wary glance around the yard to make sure they weren't being watched. He reached into his jacket for his Beretta as he watched Nim make her way toward the house, slightly relieved when he saw a familiar face pull the door open, cranky though it was.
"Took you long enough to get here," the cranky voice said as the back door to Bobby's house opened and Bobby himself stood there, glaring out at the two younger hunters. "You get lost or something?" he asked, doubtfully, knowing they more than likely either stopped for food or something else, but not really wanting to know what the something else might be.
Once Bobby's face appeared in the doorway, Dean visibly relaxed, cracking an amused smile as he left Nim to Bobby and went about gathering their bags.
For someone alert to her surroundings, Nim completely missed the door opening behind her, jumping violently at the rough voice growling out barely four feet from her back. "Jesus! Bobby, make noise when you walk!" she complained, relief rushing through her at the sight of the older hunter all in one piece. She relaxed her hand about her Glock, flicking the safety back on again as she turned to look at Bobby. "Harvelle make it here okay?"
"Yeah, he's here. A little freaked out, but here." Bobby looked the girl over a moment before his gaze wandered toward Dean. "You two okay' You look like hell," he remarked, a watchful eye focused on Dean as he gathered their bags.
Tucking her gun back into her pants, Nim let out a sigh, releasing as much of her tension as she could in one breath. "Well, I've had one hell of a night," she told Bobby, gesturing toward Dean. "And he's had one hell of a weekend." Her eyes rose to meet Bobby's. "Don't ask yet. Long story, he's not telling it until everyone's here."
Bobby arched a heavy brow at the girl, both impressed and irritated by her gumption, daring to tell him what to do in his own home, but he had a feeling she had Dean's best interests at heart. "Stories can wait, so long as you're safe. How's a hot cup of coffee and a hot shower sound?" he asked, pulling open the door to allow her entry.
In the meantime, Dean was checking and rechecking the Impala before finally making his way over, hauling their duffles along with him. "You two playing nice?" he asked as he came up beside Nim.
To tell the truth, Nim was a little surprised by her own bravery in laying down even one rule to Bobby's face. The man was intimidating, but she was working on the theory that he wasn't going to be allowed to get too unpleasant with her, so long as she behaved herself. Still, it was a relief when Dean came up beside them. "I do solemnly swear to behave myself," was her answer to her lover's query, flickering a smile toward Bobby. "A hot shower sounds like heaven, Bobby, thanks."
The older hunter grunted, glancing from one to the other. "It ain't heaven. Plumbing don't work right half the time, and I'm running out of guest rooms, but it's safer than most places." He flashed a glare at Dean, but there was no malice in it. "When ain't I nice? Name one time." Dean opened his mouth to fulfill Bobby's request, but Bobby cut him off. "Never mind. Sorry I asked. Now get your a$$es in here before you let the flies in."
"Well, at least you don't have to worry about using up two of those vanishing rooms with us." Nim smiled sweetly at Bobby, amused by the way he spoke to Dean and got away with it. She slipped inside, past Bobby, drawing the journal out of her jacket as she went. Flicking the pages open once more, she went straight to work, biting the lid off a permanent marker as she advanced on the north wall of the house, 'defacing' Bobby's house the same way she had 'defaced' Dean's car.