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Free Supernatural Fanfiction – Chapter Summary:
Analina’s powers grow at Bobby’s. She faces the angel Zachariah and starts sensing angels, deepening her role in the apocalypse.

Rating: PG-13
Contains: Supernatural Violence and Peril, Intense Themes, Mild Language
No Explicit Content: There is no graphic gore, sexual content, or pervasive strong language

CHAPTER THREE:  
Bobby

MY FIRST, AND CERTAINLY NOT THE LAST, encounter with a demon baffled all of us. In a way, I felt different since I met them. Before then, I was able to block weird feelings without much of a problem. I didn’t have to think about it. Somehow that changed. It was like everything slowly intensified. For instance, I started to feel when Cas was getting close. He had his own “energy.” I didn’t know how to describe it. It was an angelic energy that I wasn’t used to, different from James’. Perhaps it was because of the vessel that he used? Or maybe it was because he was going against the other angels with the whole apocalypse plan?

It went without saying that we didn’t stay at the motel that night. We continued on, with Sam and Dean taking turns driving throughout the night. I slept in the backseat of the car, which wasn’t as uncomfortable as I thought it would be.

In the morning, Dean asked if I slept okay. I answered, “Yep, me and the little green guy in the ashtray slept very well. He also kept his hands on his gun, so no problems there.”

With a smile, Dean explained that Sam had jammed the little army toy in the ashtray when he was a kid, and they hadn’t been able to get it out. Now, it was part of the car. Even when Dean rebuilt the car, he left it in because it wouldn’t be his car anymore if it wasn’t there.

We stopped for doughnuts and arrived at Bobby’s not long after.

BOBBY KNEW SAM AND DEAN since they were little—eventually becoming a second father to them. After their real father died, he became more involved in their lives and with the apocalypse. Bobby owned an auto repair shop—or at least that was the front for his life. He was a smart guy and came into hunting later in life, after his wife died from a demonic possession. This was before he knew about exorcisms. He had no idea what to do and ended up killing her. After that, he started to dedicate his life as a hunter. Eventually, he had become a walking dictionary on all things supernatural. He was a little uncouth but a nice guy.

We made it to Bobby’s late morning and pulled up to the house. Looking out the window, I could only think of the phrase, “Don’t judge a book by its cover.” Slightly stiff, I climbed out of the car.

“Here we are,” Dean said, slightly sarcastically.

We knocked on the door, and Bobby answered it. He was in his late forties/early fifties with slightly graying hair in his beard, and he wore a baseball cap, an old plaid shirt, a vest, and torn jeans.

“Well, come on in,” he said when he saw who it was. Sam and Dean walked in first, and I followed.

The house smelled slightly moldy and looked cluttered. My eyes scanned as politely as I could.

“So this is the girl?” Bobby asked. I was again scrutinized.

“Yep, this is Analina Seth. Analina, this is Bobby,” Sam introduced us with a wave of his hand.

Dean came back from the kitchen with a beer.

I started to put my hand out to shake his when water flew in my face. I sputtered and looked at Bobby, who was tightening a lid on his flask.

“Sorry,” he shrugged. “I just had to check. These idjits don’t always have their heads together when a pretty girl is involved.”

“Uh, thanks, I guess,” I said, mopping my face with my hand.

“Want anything to drink?” he asked, turning his back to me to go to the kitchen.

“Water in a glass this time would be nice.” I smiled as he turned back around.

“Why am I always surrounded by smartasses?” he muttered and resumed his actions.

Once settled, I got a quick tour of the house, which didn’t differ much from room to room. I learned that he built a panic room in the basement, and every possible lore book was scattered around the house. I had a feeling that he was organized in his disorganization.

I also found out that he covered for them on the phone lines when other hunters pretending to be FBI agents (or other such professions) needed confirmation of their credentials. I was a little uncomfortable with that, but it made sense once I thought about it. I figured they had to know what they were doing if they made it this long.

Besides the panic room, Bobby had different sigils and hexes to ward off evil entities. He also had a wide range of weaponry—guns, swords, knives, holy water, demon traps, hex bags, etc. I concluded this was a good reason why I was taken here until we figured things out.

Cas stopped by that evening. He didn’t find anything new out, but everyone was in a flurry of action trying to understand where and what this prophecy was. In some way, it made me tickled pink to know how much I baffled people—including myself. The other part of me was scared senseless at what it could all mean.

AFTER SPENDING A DAY OR TWO at Bobby’s, we were still no closer to finding out my role in this apocalypse thing. My weird abilities of repelling angels and demons weren’t easily explained either.

Cas suggested that he should see what I could repel from angels—which might come in handy if I ever came across one of the apocalypse-happy ones. Sam and Dean weren’t too happy that I should be treated like a guinea pig. However, after assuring us that he wouldn’t do anything to permanently harm me, it was settled that Cas could try. I wasn’t too comforted by the “permanently harm me” part.

I sat in the middle of the living room—or perhaps it was the library. I wasn’t entirely sure… Anyway, I sat in the middle of the room with Dean, Sam, and Bobby as an audience. Cas looked pensive as he paced the room. The more he paced, the more nervous I felt.

“Are we doing this or what, Cas?” Dean finally called out.

Cas nodded, but not really at Dean, more to himself. He walked over to me and placed his hand on my forehead.

“The sleep thing still doesn’t work,” he muttered. He removed his hand. He thought for a second. “Let me know if this hurts.”

I swallowed once and nodded. I couldn’t speak. I wasn’t sure what kind of angel power he had, but I didn’t want to be on the receiving end of something hurtful.

He didn’t touch me this time. He more or less stared at me and then snapped his fingers. Thankfully, I didn’t feel anything and told him so.

“And now,” he said without missing a beat. Snap!

Still nothing. I shook my head no.

He snapped his fingers once again. I felt a slight twinge in my stomach, but it didn’t hurt.

Cas stopped and turned around for a moment like he was thinking about something.

While he was thinking, Bobby asked me, “How do you do that?”

“I have no idea.”

“Do you feel anything?” he asked.

“No, not really. The last one I felt something, but it didn’t hurt or anything. It was like a very light tickling sensation.”

“I’ll be damned,” he muttered.

“Just so we are clear,” I said, “I feel like a lab rat here.”

“Okay, Cas, last one,” Dean said, standing up and walking over. “We might have to feed the lab rat. She’s getting cranky.”

I just glared at Dean, who winked back at me. Cas turned around.

He came closer. He looked nervous.

“What exactly do you plan on doing?” I asked him.

He didn’t say anything. I glanced at Dean, who still stood beside me. He looked more serious now.

Cas reached out and touched me. This time, I felt a sharp sting throughout my body, making me jump back. Cas removed his hand.

“Okay,” I said, standing. “I felt that one. That stung.”

Cas looked surprised. “Really?”

I nodded. “What were you trying to do?”

“No, that should have…” He stopped and looked at the others. “That should have killed you.”

All but me erupted with comments. I was still too stunned.

“I would have brought her back,” he said to them.

I was able to stop an angel from killing me? How was that possible?

After a little time and a shot of whiskey—which Dean insisted I had something—I was under more scrutiny, albeit less life-threatening. Bobby went for the more scientific route and took a sample of blood. I was not exactly sure what they would find. I didn’t think I was some sort of mutant, but one never knew in this lifestyle. A new search for lore that would fit what I could do, taking into consideration that I was human, began with fresh energy. Despite everything, nothing indicated that I should be able to do what I did. This continued for a day or two.

BASICALLY AT A STANDSTILL, they got wind of a possible vampire nest not too far from Bobby’s—a few hours away. Sam and Dean decided that they would go and take care of that while I stayed with Bobby and tried to get somewhere with…myself. Cas remained on standby if anything went wrong—seeing how I could directly call to him for some reason. We practiced this once before they left, and it worked. He could also still locate me because I did not have the angelic warding engraved on my ribs.

Surprisingly, I wasn’t uncomfortable about staying at Bobby’s. He didn’t seem to hover, but he subtly kept a close eye on me. Sam and Dean left that morning and said they should be back the next day—assuming nothing went wrong. During the day, we tried to look through more books. I tried the internet with no such luck. Apparently, I didn’t exist—or rather, my powers didn’t exist. The only closest thing that we could come up with was that I was an angel, but that most assuredly was not true. I still had a cut on my arm from the angel blade he tried. Nothing. They also tried the demon blade before Sam and Dean left—just in case. No reaction to any of it.

That evening after Chinese leftovers from lunch, we were about to give up for the day. We were both a little tired and could not bring ourselves to look at anything else. We sat down to watch television when I felt something.

Before I could mention the weird feeling, an older man stood before us.

“Hello, there,” he said.

We both stood up.

“Who the hell are you?” Bobby asked, pulling out a gun.

The man rolled his eyes at the gun.

“The name is Zachariah, and I came for this little lady,” he said, gesturing at me. “We angels are sure interested in her.”

Bobby stood in front of me. “Over my dead body.”

“Let’s not be dramatic,” Zachariah said. He reached out and touched Bobby’s forehead. The gun went off but hit the wall before Bobby slumped over. I backed up.

“Analina? Isn’t it?” he asked me, stepping over Bobby. “Don’t worry. We won’t hurt you.”

I had to think fast. After all the things we discussed, I had to think of something that would work. I tried building up a ball of energy like I did with the demon and throwing it at him, but I don’t think he even noticed. He just stood there. Maybe he was a higher-up angel that I couldn’t repel? Which probably meant that his powers probably worked on me. I rubbed my arms, feeling the large Band-Aid from my two knife cuts.

“What do you want with me?”

“Oh, we just want to make sure you’re on the right side. That’s all,” he said, holding up his hands and taking another step.

I had an idea, but I had to buy some time. “Well, I’m not pro-Satan if that’s what you mean.”

“He is my brother, but that’s good news. You know, these Winchesters might have mixed things up for you. I don’t think you understand what’s really happening,” he continued.

I took another step back and put my arms behind me as I hit the wall.

He stopped advancing when he saw I had nowhere else to go.

“Like what? I thought we were in the middle of the apocalypse?”

“Right, we are. You see, I don’t think they really understand the whole meaning of it. Of course, there will be this big fight,” he said, waving his hands dismissively at it. “But, in the end, there will be peace. Heaven on earth. Doesn’t that sound nice? Isn’t that what you want? Don’t you want you and your family to be happy and safe?”

“Is that a rhetorical question?” I asked. Almost there, I thought. This was much harder than I anticipated at this angle.

He smirked. “Either way, you’re coming with me. We’ll keep you safe while we figure out your purpose in this whole thing.”

“Sure, why don’t I just go grab my bag,” I said, with some sarcasm. There! I took a step forward and placed my hand back. On the wall behind me, I drew the angel-repelling symbol in blood, very small but still visible. I let my bandage fall to the floor. I pressed my hand against the wall. In a bright light, Zachariah disappeared from the room.

I blinked a few times before I could believe it worked. I ran over to Bobby, who still lay unconscious on the floor.

“Bobby?” I shook him. I didn’t really think I could wake him, but I had to try.

I picked up Bobby’s cell phone. Wait! Cas!

“Cas,” I called aloud for a change. “Please, I need your help.”

I waited a moment. I wondered if Dean and Sam would be able to get here before Zachariah came back, or even if Bobby would wake up by then. I knew that an angel could knock you out for a few hours. I wasn’t sure how long that repellent symbol worked for. Wait, did that stop Cas from coming back? Was he too far away? He obviously wasn’t close enough to feel Zachariah when he came.

Before I could think further, I felt him coming. I almost collapsed with relief. He appeared in the kitchen beyond the wall with the symbol.

“Cas,” I breathed in relief. “Thank goodness.”

I walked over and rambled, “There was another angel here, and I couldn’t feel him in time to do something about it. He knocked Bobby out, and he wanted to take me with him, and I did that angel symbol thing in blood that you guys taught me, and he disappeared…”

He came over and put his hands on my shoulders. “Analina, breathe.”

I took a deep breath in and felt my whole body shaking. I concentrated on myself for a moment.

Noticing I was getting myself back in control, he went into the room to see about Bobby.

“He should be fine in a few hours,” Cas said, crouching down beside him. “Who was it? Did he say?”

“Zachariah?” I said.

Cas rubbed his face at that. “We need to get you out of here. He’ll be back as soon as he can.”

“Should I call Dean or Sam?” I said, looking down at the cell phone that was still gripped in my hand. I seriously needed my own cell phone again.

“I’ll call them. You go grab your things. We don’t have long before he can come back.” He took the phone from my hands. I ran upstairs to grab my things. Luckily, I didn’t really unpack because everything was mostly covered in dust, and I didn’t want to get my things dirty.

I hurried back downstairs.

“I got their location. I’ll take you to them, and we’ll see what we can do.”

I nodded.

“Oh, you’re going to have to do that—that thing like when we first met.” I cringed.

“Yes.”

I sighed and stepped closer. “And Bobby?”

“I’ll come back and watch Bobby until he wakes. They’re after you, not him. He’ll be okay in the meantime.”

I nodded once more. “Alright,” I gulped. “Let’s go.”

It wasn’t as bad as the first time since I kind of expected it. I still fell forward, but Cas kept me upright by holding my arm.

“You guys alright? Where’s Bobby?” Dean asked.

Cas and I turned around to find Sam and Dean looking worried. They walked over.

“Bobby will be fine. He is asleep,” Cas answered. “It was Zachariah.”

Dean swore under his breath.

I looked around to find us on an abandoned roadway. The Impala was parked on the side. Sam took my bag from Cas and put it in the car as we walked over at a slower pace.

“How about you?” Dean asked me. “How are you doing?”

“I’m okay,” I replied. I was still a little shaky, but technically I was fine. “I hardly had any warning with Zachariah, though.”

He nodded and looked down at my arm. He pulled out a bandana and started wrapping it around the cut.

“I had to reopen it to draw that symbol,” I explained.

“Good work,” he said with a small smile.

Just as he finished tying a knot, I felt that weird sensation again, but this time I had more warning.

“I think an angel is coming. Not Zachariah, but it feels similar.”

Dean’s eyes flashed up. “You can sense them now.”

“She is right,” Cas said. “She felt her before I did. It’s only one. I can handle it. You guys should go.”

“Right,” Dean agreed and started ushering me towards the Impala door.

“You’ll be alright, Cas?” Sam asked.

“Yes. Go.”

We jumped in the car. Just as we were speeding away, I noticed a figure appear next to Cas. I couldn’t see what happened because we made a sharp right down another street.

After some crazy driving – and that was putting it mildly – Dean asked if I could feel the angel anymore. I said no, and Dean started to drive normally.

“How come you could sense that angel, but not Zachariah?” Dean asked.

“I have no idea.”

“Do you think Zachariah is different? Like he has some sort of shield against someone sensing him?” Sam wondered.

I couldn’t think of anything. “Maybe.”

“Awesome,” Dean said sarcastically.

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