#interstate4

"Dean." 

How was apparently not so important as where. Just as where was not so important as to when.

"I am well. I cannot…complain.” The adage fell from his lips, stilted in its speaking not for the sake of a lie, but for the inherent foreignness of it. 

*smug grin*

- (◡‿◡✿) — you make me happy

- (っ◕‿◕)っ ♥ — i wanna hug you

Guess what happens when you burn a house down, end up with several dead hostiles, and drag a civilian into a conflict?

You do seventy-three pages’ worth of reports, that’s what. But it was actually worth it— not just because I’m not dead, but because I’m pretty sure I just made, not just a useful contact, but an actual friend.

His name is Dean, and he knows how to handle preternatural threats, and he’s hard to rattle, and he’s got a sense of humor, and any two of those three things would give me a good reason to like him, and all three of them guarantee it. I hope I get to see him again, but I kind of have the feeling that his line of work has a lower rate of retirement than mine has….

I got myself patched up for now.  It looks like it will hold till my healing takes over.  I was outside Jackson Texas.  Running with a new kid, friend of a friend.  Supposed to be pretty good when it comes to dogs.  We got at least two rogue dogs, possibly another mated pair.  That's never good.  So I got backup.  

Well, he's good with dogs, but he ain't keen on takin' orders even If I am three times his age.  He was out of position doin' god knows what when the Dog attacked.

He got bit.  that should be the end of the story.  But it weren't.  Cause I put two silver bullets in him an' another two in the dog only to have him get up five minutes later.  It's a damn sulfur breather.  It musta followed me hopscotchin' forms as it went.

Anyhow it went to ground so now I'm stuck between a pissed off Dog, and a pissed off demon wearin' a hunter.  

Anyhow, I went back to the hotel an' checked out, got a new room in a different hotel, didn't want to take the chance the demon could get that from even a dead suit.

I thought that was the end of it. But it weren't.  Went out for more supplies got jumped by the were.  Managed to make it to my hotel and take care of things.  Still bleeding a bit.  but it will have to do, don't have time to hit the hospital and have to find some new backup.  

******

Bobby put the journal back in its hiding spot and called a number he hadn't called in a while.  He was going to see if he could get Dean.