BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 119
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:05:01 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Aug 31, 2022 18:54:18 GMT
Narrowing his eyes, Bobby strolled slow down the midway of the carnival. Like they all were while they were in swing, the place was filled with teenagers and families. Screaming on the rides, disappearing into places like the haunted house, unaware of the horrors that were really out there – sometimes even in there. It wasn’t unheard of for supernatural predators to set up shop in places like this. Not so much angels or demons – although there was that hunt Sam and Dean had ended up on where some damn fools had tethered themselves a reaper for their ‘folk healing’. It might’ve stopped Dean from dying, once, but it’d cost plenty of lives in the process.
Bobby managed a half smile – undoubtedly grapefruit sour – for a carnie who held a rifle out to him. Step right up, win some cheap ass stuffed toy that’d probably been imported for twenty cents from some sweat shop. Win, if you were lucky. Everything here would be rigged, all intended to fleece as much money from people in the town as possible before the carnival packed up and moved on to the next time. Wash, rinse, repeat.
His own hands remained squarely in his pockets. Sorry, son, he hadn’t been born yesterday. The hard earned cash in his pockets – an anathema in the hunting world where money came from fake credit cards and those deep pockets those companies had – was staying there. He wasn’t here to shoot targets or go riding on the back of some painted pony like an overexcited six year old.
So why was he?
Puffing out his cheeks slightly, Bobby shifted one row over, skirting between a stand selling cotton candy and candy apples – a dentist’s dream – and a bean bag toss. Everything in this damn town was suspicious, and for good reason, there wasn’t much point in sticking a pin in the carnival just because they’d gone through what felt like dozens before to deal what had attached itself to this travelling cess pits like leeches. Maybe there was something gonna happen tonight, but the first half dozen nights of the thing had been quiet enough and he’d been happy to hole up in the farmhouse then. Drinking, brooding, cursing. They might have had Sam back but they were still chasing their tails over where Lucifer and his yellow eyed boot licker had bolted to.
Not here. That was for sure.
No lightning torn sky, no cattle mutilations of late. All the omens had gone quiet. Worryingly so.
The stall ahead was as bright as any of the others, dripping with enough of the trappings of an old fashioned psychic that Bobby snorted aloud. Those who really had the abilities didn’t tend to end up in a place like this. They hid from them, from the attention that advertising what they were able to do could bring. There was a crystal ball glittering just inside the opening of the tent, in the right spot to lead someone inside. Desperate hearts looking for some revelation about the future in that foggy crystal ball.
Bobby drifted closer, focusing on it himself, not seeing the girl ‘til he was practically on top of it. And she was a girl, despite the PC-ness of not saying that for any kid over about 5 now. ”This you?” Bobby rumbled lightly, gesturing at the set up around the tent, and then the crystal ball. ”Lemme guess, I cross your palm with silver and you tell me everythin’ I’ve ever wanted is right around the corner?” He didn’t both trying to keep the scepticism from his voice, wasn’t like he didn’t radiate cynic from every single cell in his body.
Eyeing the girl, Bobby pulled out the seat in front of the crystal ball, settling himself down into it. He dipped into his pocket, pulled out a twenty and set it down on the table. Maybe not enough but he figured something like this was probably negotiable, all depending on just how many lines were gonna be spun for him.
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WINTER BEATON
Psychic
Posts: 72
Age:
22
Occupation:
Curator's Assistant
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I’m part heaven and equal parts hell
Last seen Sept 20, 2024 17:10:30 GMT
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Post by WINTER BEATON on Sept 2, 2022 18:31:18 GMT
When she came to the town she expected it to be very very boring. The drive in gave her the impression that locals all stuck together like a weird cult with their fresh cut grass and blossoming roses. As an outsider she expected everyone to give her the cold shoulder because she was a city girl who was used to breathing in polluted air and fell asleep to the sound of sirens wailing outside. It was the complete opposite though. Everyone was a thousand times nicer than those back in Seattle (which realistically wasn’t that hard). Winter didn’t exactly grow up in the fun part of the city though. There were no cute coffee shops on the corner of her road or family run bakeries selling amazing homemade bread. It was full of kids trying to show off with their guns and addicts who slept on the cold concrete night after night, even when snow fell on the ground. They’d never have a carnival and a founder's day party to celebrate the city. The founders day party didn’t exactly go to plan though. Winter woke up with a raging headache and for the first time in her life she was nursing a hangover. She couldn’t comprehend why people drank if they felt like shit the next day. She wanted to lie in bed all day watching movies with junk food, but she had rented a stall at the carnival for the day so she had no option but to peel herself out of bed and wipe off last night's makeup. As she ran a makeup wipe over her face she wondered how the hell her dad drank day in, day out. He would wake up, crawl to the kitchen and crack open another can. The thought of an alcoholic drink passing her lips made her feel sick. Thankfully Lex saved her from making a complete idiot of herself at the party and saved her from spending a single minute with the sweating-looking man who wanted to buy her. The man made her skin crawl just thinking about him. She arrived at the carnival before it opened to prepare her stall with all her glitter and decorations. It took her longer than usually, considering she was moving at a snail's pace but finally it was ready. One dissolvable aspirin and energy drink later she was feeling ready to face the customers. First up was a kid who was going to fail his upcoming exams. Winter didn’t deliver the news quite so brutally, instead told him to study harder otherwise he may fail. The boy rolled his eyes, muttered something rude and left. Up next was a woman who was going to land a promotion in the next few months. Then another customer wandered over, examining her stall with a close eye. “Nah. I look into my crystal ball and tell you something about your future… well I’ll tell you something about your past first so you know I ain’t bullshitting you.” It was easier to get them onside if she dived into their past first, digging out something not too personal, but personal enough. She glanced down at the crisp twenty on the table. Her price list varied from customer to customer, depending on how much they wanted to know, but for now his twenty would suffice. “I sense you're a bit skeptical so I’ll give you a full refund if I don’t get a single thing right about your past, okay?” Her best business tactic with those who hesitated to hand their cash over because she was never wrong. BOBBY SINGER |
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BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 119
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:05:01 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Sept 15, 2022 19:21:31 GMT
Pamela woulda looked around the tent and laughed her ass off. Her and Missouri might really have had the eye and probably could’ve cleaned up with what they could see, but both of them knew the danger of tossing that truth around. People, things, didn’t like the skeletons dragged out of their closet, nosy beaks being shoved in there or prodded in what was to come. That sort of knowledge was a danger to wherever held it.
Remembering Dean’s description of what had happened to Pamela when she’d taken it too far, Bobby felt his stomach twist as the girl came outta the back. He could imagine the blood trailing down her cheeks, the horror that’d strike as the pain hit her. Screams filling the air more sharply than the did off of the rides now. It was still a case of if she could pull anything out of that crystal ball, but if she did….
…this town was gonna eat her up.
The yellow eyed son of a bitch had created his own little back of special kids not once but twice. Agreements struck with parents who didn’t know no better, blood dripped into the mouths of babes when they were just six months old. Years later all that they’d been forced into by those circumstances came back with a force. Telepathy, mind control, clairvoyance. The sorts of gifts that didn’t stop giving, not even after some of those same kids had been slaughtered to break open Lucifer’s cell down in Hell. It’d been quiet on that front since Lucifer had let Sam go, but Bobby hadn’t been born yesterday. At some point they would reappear and they’d be looking to bolster their forces.
Laughter rumbled out of Bobby low, like the thunder that accompanied those electrical storms the big hitters brought with them. Low and rusty, as if he didn’t do it often – and alright, maybe he didn’t, but what in the hell did he have to laugh about these days? ”Just to sucker me in,” Bobby adjusted. ”Least you ain’t dragging me straight into ‘I can see you havin’ three grandkids by the time the year’s out’ or ‘love’s on the horizon’.” The sort of cheese bullshit normal people drank up. He was sceptical enough that none of that would even half strike him as honest.
Bobby watched her glance down at the money and felt his lips twitch. Not enough, that was obvious, but as she’d said, she’d get him believing first. Maybe he should’ve ponied up a little more, left her feeling as though she had to throw a little more into the reading just to sell it to him. ”Bobby Singer, paranoid bastard,” he offered up as an introduction now. Eyes narrowed faintly, foxed on hers, Bobby extended his hand. Most real psychics, the ones that could get a read off of you just with a touch tended to be averse to that sort of thing, closing in around themselves to protect that fragility that lay beneath the snow globe of their powers. Shake it all up too hard and it shattered.
He tilted his head, dropping his gaze to the ball. Of course, he didn’t see anything floating into view in it, not about him anyway. The ball itself reflected the lights of the midway, throwing them back in a kaleidoscope, the folks trundling past bright moving blurs. ”You need to know anythin’ in advance or is this a totally cold read?” He folded his hands together on the table, making sure his bare left ring finger was in view. Folks made assumptions about that sorta thing all the time – smooth finger, poor old guy never found the one, a dent there, or a groove worn, well, wasn’t that a sign someone was trying to hide something. A wedding ring in a safe deposit box in Sioux Falls, right alongside Karen’s, now that was a tragic tale.
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WINTER BEATON
Psychic
Posts: 72
Age:
22
Occupation:
Curator's Assistant
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I’m part heaven and equal parts hell
Last seen Sept 20, 2024 17:10:30 GMT
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Post by WINTER BEATON on Oct 7, 2022 14:58:07 GMT
If she held a good handstand, maybe she would have run off with the circus, rather than the carnival. Some of her co-workers would outwardly ask Winter what she was running away from because apparently that was a common theme amongst them. Some were running from failed relationships, others from adult responsibilities, but had nothing she could run from. No failed relationships and certainly no adult responsibilities. She felt like she was running towards something better by leaving Seattle and slamming the door closed on her childhood home. After her dad died she realised there wasn’t much left for her in the city. Jeremiah was about, but he had his own shit to deal with without the burden of a younger half-sibling who’s just found her dad dead on the couch. Every cloud though. With her dad gone she was able to tap into her abilities a little and even make some extra pocket money by doing so. He would have been so disappointed in her if he saw her now, telling her she was going to end up a crazy old cat lady like her Auntie Polly, who was a touch crazy but not completely unhinged. Maybe it was something like a self-fulfilling prophecy with her aunt though. Her whole life she had been told by everyone that being physic was just code for being mentally unwell. It was impossible to see ghosts and communicate with dead people. As for the whole moving shit with her mind business? Winter had no idea how her dad could dismiss that when there was evidence right in front of him from his own sister. Maybe there was a slim part of her dad that would have been proud, convinced his daughter was just scamming people when she looked into her spooky crystal ball. Winter had spent her whole life convincing people of her word, so this was no different. Whenever CPS came tapping at their door she would insist that everything was okay or whenever her teachers pulled her aside to check on her warfare she would dismiss their concerns. Sometimes she’d add a little laugh in as well, making it sound absolutely absurd that her dad wasn’t looking after her properly. “Nah. I only tell the truth.” She said proudly, with a smile across her face. It was none of the generic stuff like telling people they would find their way soon or things would work out fine for them in the end. She liked to get personal. She didn’t reach forward and take the note off the table, leaving it there as a promise of a full refund if she didn’t deliver the goods. “Winter Beaton, a professional in dealing with paranoid bastards.” Her dad was the worst kind sometimes. Once all his pills had worn off and he was left hiding behind the curtains, convinced the FBI was in the front garden waiting for him. Winter waited for Bobby to make himself comfortable in the ridgy plastic wooden across the table. Her eyes fell on his bare wedding ring finger for a moment. Was he flashing the finger on purpose? It hadn’t been the first time someone had tried to lay clues down for her in an attempt to throw her off. “Total cold read.” She pulled her eyes away from Bobby, looking down into her crystal ball, a look of focus on her face. That stupid ring that Penny gave her filled her head with horrible images of murder and bloodshed. Similar horrible images appeared deep in the crystal ball. Thankfully they weren’t flashing through her mind, but still just as disturbing. She glanced up at Bobby for a second, a look of concern on her face before she looked back down into the ball. This man had been shot in the head? But he was here? Sitting across from her? Jesus fuck, what kind of town had Lex dragged her to? “You’re married, but you’ve hidden your ring somewhere…” She looked back up at Bobby, her stomach turning as she thought about what she’d seen, “I ain’t all that good with geography, but Sioux Falls? Anyway, that’s minor. I gotta ask, why did you go to hell? Like… does that shit exist? Hell and heaven?” She straightened up a little, eyes now focused on Bobby, “You were shot in the head but someone, went to hell and now you’re back on earth.” The whole thing was way more screwed up than the history of the ring Penny handed over to her. BOBBY SINGER |
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BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 119
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:05:01 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Nov 4, 2022 18:40:54 GMT
His bullshit metre was pinging well into the orange, but not the red. It was finely tuned enough that Bobby knew he could trust it - just not her. There were plenty of things in this town that had set it off worse, things powerful enough to wipe the whole place off the map. They were devoid of subtlety, the same way the girl was. For them it was out of arrogance, for the young blonde, chuckling at him now it seemed like it was a total lack of guile. Blue eyes narrowed at her, studying the round lines of her face, judging on the lack of outward signs of a hardened shill. She’d probably have fitted in a little better here if she was like that - a cliched view of a carnie that’d probably stuck from some 1950s black and white movie B movie.
Bobby snorted in return at the pride in her voice, nodding like sure he believed her. That proof was gonna be in the pudding, and if it wasn’t? Well, he wasn’t gonna lean across the table and snatch the bill back. It was gonna be the price of letting himself get played - a lesson learned in a lifetime of rough education.
He was giving her points for not snatching up the money the minute he set it down. That refund if she didn’t come through - or try and play him with the bullshit he spouted now. Greying brows hitched, another snort rolling out. ”I might just test your professional limits, Winter. Call me an expert.” It was experience ground in by years of pain and the sorts of lessons this girl shouldn’t have had to learn by the time she turned - what was she? Eighteen, twenty? Maybe less if she was one of those girls who looked older than she was, and paid for it with people who took advantage of it.
Now he was tossing out the opportunity for her to take advantage of him - or try to. He wasn’t the doddery old fool he might’ve looked to be. Wiley, rude, short tempered - absolutely. The hands that lay on the table were the first temptation for her to start spinning a lie. No ring. Not married, no sign that he would be. ”Good luck to ya, honey.” The word wasn’t used to try and charm or demean her, he wasn’t one of those old guys.
Suspicion bit hard as she stared down into the crystal ball. This whole focus so hard you looked like you were gonna melt your brain thing could’ve been bullshit. She didn’t wave her hands in the air though, wooing like she was trying to pull a ghost out of the ether - Scooby Doo had a lot to answer for when it came to putting on the spooky shit act. His brows furrowed as she looked up at him, concern slipping over her face before she looked away again. ”That looked ominous,” he muttered, craning forward like he was gonna take a look for himself. ”Bad news at my next colonoscopy?” Like that would’ve been the biggest of his worries. Getting shot in the noggin tended to take care of all your other niggling little health problems.
A bum ticker might’ve taken him out now though. Seeing the real thing for the first time was always a mule kick to the chest. She hadn’t gone easy on him either. Bobby felt that squeeze in his chest, like a band tightening around him. She looked up, met his eye and looked kinda queasy about it too. ”You’re digging into my head as easy as if it was puddin’ and you’re askin’ me if it’s all real?” The laugh rolled out of him breathlessly as he dug his hand back into his pocket. More bills this time, a pair of twenties put down. This was still some sort of bullshit, but the girl was the real deal. ”Hell, then Heaven, then back here through a fluke. None of it was exactly willingly. You think I’m delusional enough to have made all that up and believed it or are you lookin’ at a genuine walkin’ talkin’ was dead man?” He’d lobbed the ball back in her court. She was young enough to still retain some of that naivety, even if that gift of hers would likely get her in far bigger trouble one day.
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WINTER BEATON
Psychic
Posts: 72
Age:
22
Occupation:
Curator's Assistant
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I’m part heaven and equal parts hell
Last seen Sept 20, 2024 17:10:30 GMT
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Post by WINTER BEATON on Nov 28, 2022 11:25:11 GMT
Despite what her dad said she had been blessed with a believable gift, not that ever relied on a word that came out of his mouth. The man was a pathological liar who constantly thought of himself, and no one else around him. She ignored him because people had been claiming to be psychic since the beginning of time so she was just another one to add to the list apart from the fact she was telling the truth. She wasn’t crazy like her dad said, but people like Bobby might have agreed with her dad until she gave them proof. She even gave her dad proof, but he went and died. Idiot. Thankfully she was telling Bobby he was about to die. She’d come across his type before though. Attempting to sniff out the lies from the outset and still disbelieving her when she presented them with the truth. Bobby threw a ‘good luck’ in her direction, along with calling her honey before she jumped into his history. She didn’t need to put on an act for her customers by muttering some weird Latin words or throwing her hands around. Her focus was entirely on her crystal ball. Damn, it was an interesting and scary history. Winter couldn’t decide which was worse. Having a vision that someone was going to die or having a vision that someone had died and having to relive that event via her little ball. It was like a window into a whole new realm that was only visible to her, no matter how hard Bobby tried to look for himself. Her words had struck a chord with Bobby and he wasn’t looking so smug anymore. “I ain’t in your head… I use glass to read the past and future.” With One quick stretch across the table and a grab of his hand, she could accidentally dive into his mind though. All it took was the slightest human contact. This way she could pull her eyes away from anything she didn’t like. Winter’s eyes fell down on the money Bobby laid out. “How did you get from Hell to Heaven?” The other way around she might have understood, but not from bad to good. “Nah I can see none of it is made up… I also know you’re alive right now, not dead.” She gestured towards her crystal ball, “Sounds pretty heavy… I’m sorry you went through that.” Death was something that popped in and out of her mind every now and then, especially when she thought about her dad and where his soul or whatever ended up. Probably Hell, but maybe he did some sweet talking and got himself a fast-track ticket to Heaven, like Bobby seemed to have done. BOBBY SINGER |
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BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 119
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:05:01 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Dec 20, 2022 20:56:18 GMT
The – shocking – news that his prostate was enlarged (like he wasn’t up a handful of times every night to pee) would’ve been preferable to his torture in hell being pulled out of his head. There might’ve been some other explanation for it, the impending flash of black eyes, a sick smile that emerged with a crowing laugh, but Bobby doubted it. Winter here was the real thing, powerful enough that she’d reached into the deepest, worst parts of his memory without much effort. Bobby swallowed hard, shifting in his seat. Maybe sitting down had been a bad idea from the start.
His brain had started to whirr too soon, even as he put down the two bills on the table. She was real, asking if he was real, if he dragged Sam here, how much more could they pull out of his head over what had happened with Lucifer. Would he be a big enough bastard to put the girl through it to get some answers that Sam would give them in the end? The little voice in the back of Bobby’s head warned him that he’d done things just as bad before, but now he was definitely reluctant to drag some girl who had chosen to set up her tent on the edges of a supernatural cess pit any deeper into things. Theirs wasn’t a world to step into lightly. It chewed you, took so much from you that sometimes you weren’t sure you had enough left to go into the fight. God, she even reminded him a little of Jo.
No. What he should’ve done was just push the money across the table and walk back out of there – a bottle of two of cheap rye calling his name, offering to burn those memories back out of his head again. Puffing a breath out, Bobby watched her gaze drop to the money. Was she holding out for more? Another forty bucks in return for maybe a trip back to when he’d had to kill his wife or when he’d shot his own dad?
Bobby almost ignored her promise she wasn’t in her head – she’d said she could see the past and the future. He lifted his chin towards the crystal ball, his lips pursing faintly as hie eyes narrowed. ”Somethin’s in my head then, or close ‘nough to it. You couldn’t tell me I was goin’ to win the lottery next week instead?” Or that they managed to somehow stuff Lucifer back in his cage in a week or two. A little guidance on that would’ve been a damn dream. They were no closer to managing it now than they had been when there was just the threat of it hanging over them. Heaven wasn’t lifting a finger, Sam was still shot through with cracks and Dean … well, if there was a walking, talking advert for repressing your feelings, that boy was it.
Just taking the money would’ve been better for the girl, but she wasn’t above sticking her finger into that hornet’s nest they all lived in. Bobby gritted his teeth, giving the bills a little push away before he pressed his hands to the sides of his head, fingers squeezing the brim of his cap as he planted his elbows on the edge of the table. It wasn’t like he could stop whatever ability was behind it from digging through his noggin again. ”Magic,” he muttered, the sarcasm automatic. Bobby sniffed, letting go of his cap to rub his knuckles under his nose. ”You saw all of that and you’re more bothered about how I got broken out of there than ya are about how I got back from up there?” He jabbed a thumb up at the sky. The Lazarus act was probably a little less weird than the whole idea of Heaven and Hell being real in the first place.
The girl’s apology got him in an undercut, had his lips pressing together as he nodded to her. ”You see that’s why you’ve gotta be careful doin’ that around here? Not everythin’s like me.” Those things would’ve used her at best, stopped the probin’ by killing her at worst. They sure as hell wouldn’t have dug in for another twenty, giving the now sixty bucks another little shove across the table towards her – like somehow he’d stop her doing this again when the wrong person.
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WINTER BEATON
Psychic
Posts: 72
Age:
22
Occupation:
Curator's Assistant
Status:
Single
Played by:
Jodi
I’m part heaven and equal parts hell
Last seen Sept 20, 2024 17:10:30 GMT
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Post by WINTER BEATON on Jan 5, 2023 15:45:55 GMT
She didn’t enjoy delivering bad news or reminding people of something awful that had happened to them, but the customers paid to have their future told. Warts and all. If it was something really bad though she would try and keep it to herself. It wasn’t her place to mess with the natural order by telling someone to try extra care the next time they drove down to the freeway. Thankfully visions like that had only happened twice during her time with the fair. Both caused her to pack up her things and reconsider her decision to join the fair in the first place to do readings until she was dragged back by one of the women she considered her family. It was all part of the job. She chose to sit there and offer readings to people for a price so she had to prepare herself to see a worse-case scenario including death. He come to realise that she wasn’t scamming him. “Doesn’t work like that, sorry. I don’t really control what see.” She’d had her fair share of customers sitting in front of her and asking for the winning lottery numbers. Even if they did flash before her she wasn’t going to share it with someone else. She would run to the nearest shop and purchase a ticket for herself. “Like I said though I’m not in your head… I don’t really know exactly how it works but it works and sometimes its better not to question shit.” Just roll with the cards you’ve been dealt, at least that was Winter’s motto in life. She could have spent years trying to ask herself why she had been born to such awful parents but it was easier to just roll with it. Yeah, there were other kids whos life seemed so picture-perfect, but it could have been worse for her. She glanced back down at her ball in an attempt to draw something positive from the future about Bobby, to lighten the mood a little. “Well you ain’t gonna die anytime soon otherwise I’d see that.” Her finger tapped lightly on the glass as she looked back at Bobby. With a small smile, she reached across the table and took the money, pushing it deep into her jean pocket. Maybe if Lex wasn’t an asshole later that evening or swallowed in his laptop they could go out for a drink with Bobby’s money. “Coming back to life seems plausible, but moving from Hell to Heaven? I thought it was like a one-way ticket kinda thing, especially if you’re going down there.” She gestured toward the floor. She had so many questions for Bobby though, but now wasn’t the time to grill the poor man in the middle of a fair. Like did the devil exist? What exactly did he do to secure a pass to Hell? Well, the last one was kind of personal but he was the one putting himself in the spotlight for her. Winter shrugged at Bobby’s suggestion. She could handle herself given she had been doing it since she was born. Living in the roughest neighborhood in Seattle helped her to develop a thick skin. “My abilities can help people sometimes.” It wasn’t all doom and gloom. BOBBY SINGER - wanna wrap up with yours? |
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BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 119
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Nov 20, 2024 19:05:01 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Jan 17, 2023 20:28:10 GMT
People with no clue – some with too much of one – thought all of this was fun and games. Cheesy novels for teens that made becoming a vampire or seeing visions sound sexy. There was nothing further from it when you were taking their heads or watching something tear into them because the minute you put a toe over the line you were marking yourself. That wasn’t romantic, or appealing if you had half a brain. It was harsh and brutal and when it tore something from you rather than tearing you up yourself, it was tragic. Bobby knew he wasn’t alone in that thought. Ask any hunter what they thought of that trash and you’d get the same answer. Steer clear, don’t go sticking in some plastic fangs while you go looking for your Edward or Jacob. Use your damn brains.
The girl had some, and she was using them. Maybe if he didn’t have a clue himself she would’ve played on the fake side of things – you had to keep the customer happy after all – but Bobby knew she wasn’t bullshitting him. If anything he was doing the opposite, joking about things while the sweat was still pooling cold and greasy at the base of his spine. She couldn’t pluck lottery numbers out of the air and he couldn’t get too far away from the memories of being dragged downstairs. The torture, the endless trickery that had him believing he was breaking free.
Winter had seen all of that and hadn’t gone running. Bobby shifted his weight in his seat, his lips thinning as he dragged his hands away from the sides of his head. He dropped one flat on the table, the other rubbing at his chest for a moment. ”Ironic,” he muttered. ”Considerin’ you asked. It’s better not to question that stuff about …” He tipped his thumb in the air, jabbing it down at the ground. ”I got out, let’s just leave it at that, huhu?” And hopefully she didn’t have anybody she wanted to perform a jail break for, because that stuff never went smooth. People got hurt, and a kid like this, she’d be front of the line. A chew toy for the things down there that’d wanna teach her how bad curiosity could be for the cat.
Was that sarcasm? Bobby stared at her as she joked about him not dying soon and then laughed. He sagged in the chair, shaking his head at her. Well, wasn’t that a miracle. There were plenty of things in this town ready to kill him – including Sam himself (not intentionally now that sulphurous, winged son of a bitch was out of him, but still) – and it was only a matter of time before one did. ”Well, ain’t that reassurin’. You ever see anythin’ like that, feel free to reach out.” It wasn’t like he was in the phone book, but this wasn’t exactly New York, was it?
The sigh rolled up out of him from somewhere around the worn soles of his boots. She wasn’t gonna stop digging on it, even with the extra money lining her pockets. Maybe the world hadn’t jaded her enough yet to realise that curiosity really did kill the cat sometimes. ”It usually is, so don’t go tryin’ to test it out,” he growled. ”I’m the exception. That rule sticks most of the time and it’s an eternity of not pretty.” Without the boys he’d never have gotten in a position where he could be back now. Crowley would’ve kept him down there, Hell’s bitch until the worst happened and an even bigger asshole ended up on the throne with an ace in their pocket to cut the Winchesters off at the knees.
Winter shrugged, blowing it all off like it was nothing more than one of those books. Bobby huffed out a breath and tugged off his hat to brush back those scant strands. He was back to dour when he met her eye again. ”I ain’t denyin’ that, but you’ve still gotta be careful. Helpin’ puts you on the line.” And that wasn’t a place most wanted to be. Bobby pushed back his chair, glad that his legs were holding him for the minute. He dug into his wallet again – not for more money, but for one of those crumpled white cards with a number and nothing else on it. ”I meant what I said … you get yourself in trouble, call.” Another tie to someone who was already nosed up to that line. He dipped his head at her in thanks before he stepped back. If Winter was lucky the carnival would move on and the next time some paranoid old bastard stepped out of the crowd it would be somewhere safer.
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hope to see you in the discord! 
