"I-I don't know, he shouldn't even have that number, I got that phone at my second foster home." Lily answered, pacing my dad's small office.
"Let's calm down, does your phone have a GPS enabler?" my father asked.
Lily stopped her pacing to look at him, "I didn't think so, why?"
"You don't know for sure?" John insisted.
"Than we better assume it does just in case," my father seemed to be talking more to himself than Lily, "Dean."
I snapped to attention, "Yeah?"
"Take Lily back home and ask your mother to call your Uncle Bobby please." My dad may have said please, but I knew an order when I heard one.
"Yes sir," I replied.
"Uncle Bobby?" Lily asked as soon as we stepped out of his office.
"He's not my 'uncle' uncle, he's more of a family friend," I explained.
"Oh," she replied.
"He's pretty awesome," I continued, "Kinda crazy, but awesome."
Lily shrugged, "Guess we're all a little crazy, huh?"
I nudged her, "Well, that all depends on your definition of 'crazy'."
"Psychotic, insane, mentally incompetent," she listed off the names, counting on her fingers as we walked into the chilly night, she thought for a second, "mentally unstable, and...yeah, I think that's all I got."
"Quite the list," I complimented as I unlocked the impala.
She wagged her four fingers at me, "Not a bad start," she agreed.
I turned on my music as we headed drove out of the parking lot. Lily didn't hesitate to bend over and turn it off.
"Oh come on," I complained.
She raised her eyebrow, "I think we've had this conversation before."
"Yeah well, just like I tell Sammy, driver picks the music, shot gun shuts his cake hole," I told her, turning the music back on and cranking it up.
She rolled her eyes and turned it off, "That is the biggest load of shit that I have ever heard."
"Nah uh," I argued, "It is totally valid. I am doing you the service of driving you at nine at night, therefore I get to choose what music we listen to."
"Hey, you were the one who volunteered to drive me to the station," Lily pointed out.
"Only because my mother was busy," I countered.
"Well no one forced you."
"Gah, just shut up and listen to my amazing music."
She rolled her eyes and threw up her hands as I turned the music back on.
John and I rode in silence for the most part. The police cruiser caught some attention, but mostly people ignored us. I looked at my reflection in the outside review mirror. I was surprised to see how dark the bags under my eyes had gotten. Sure I hadn't slept since Thursday, when John informed me of my father, but still, that was just two nights ago.
"How long did you say it would take to get there?" I asked, tearing my eyes away.
"From now?" John did the calculations in his head, "About two hours." As if sensing my growing unease he added, "It's just until we know it's safe for you in Lawrence. The minute it is," he looked me in the eye, "I promise we'll come get you."
I nodded, "I hear this Bobby fellow's crazy."
"He's...not normal?" John didn't seem to know how to describe the family friend, "He has a category all to himself, you know?"
I gave a small laugh, "Yeah."
"But hey, you don't have to go to school until it's all over, so...you have that going for ya."
I laughed and shrugged, "Always find the silver lining right?"
He grinned, "Mary grows on you." I saw his eyes shift to the small picture on his dashboard. It was a family photo that must've been taken a few years ago. Sam hadn't changed much, besides getting taller, and Dean looked down right goofy. As if he wasn't comfortable in his own skin, nothing like the Dean I knew today.
"Did you always live in Lawrence?" I asked, trying to keep up a polite conversation.
"Did you always want to be a policeman?"
He gave a small snort, "Believe it or not I was planning on being a mechanic."
"What changed your mind?"
He shrugged, "A few things. I wanted to really help people you know? And my great-grandfather had been a detective..."
I nodded slowly.
The rest of the drive I dozed on and off, exhaustion finally catching up with me.
When I awoke the last time, John was gently shaking me awake.
"Hey, we're here."
I furrowed my brow as I looked out the window, trying to figure out exactly where 'here' was.
"A scrap yard?" I asked.
"Yeah, come on." John stepped out and I followed, grabbing my hastily packed backpack with me.
We walked up to the porch and I glanced around the yard briefly in the evening light. John knocked on the door and a few seconds later a gruff looking man came and opened it.
"John!" the man said, gesturing us in, "You must be Lily."
I nodded. The man eyed John, "You gonna stay here the night or head back?"
"I need to get back," John apologized, he placed a hand on my shoulder, "It's only for a short time." Then he left, and I was stuck in an unknown place with a man I didn't know, fun.
"You hungry?" Bobby asked.
I shook my head, "We stopped somewhere."
He nodded and indicated for me to follow him up the stairs.
I did, carrying my backpack with me. He was mostly silent, which was a relief. Despite the couple of hours of rest I had gotten in the car I still felt exhausted.
He showed me my room and left me with a small smile.
I didn't bother unpacking everything, I just searched through the backpack for the new cell phone Mary had picked out for me when she realized i would be spending some time at Bobby's.
I clicked on Dean's number and sent him a quick text:
Me: hey :)
Dean: wtf? trying 2 sleep
Me: dude, it's only 9
Dean: different time zones
Me: sd is same time zone as ks genius
Dean: why r u txting me?
Me: if u want 2 sleep i can wait till tomorrow...
Dean: k, i think sam wanted to txt u 2, so tomorrow?
Me: Sam has his own cell phone?
Dean: no, he uses mine
Me: oohhh, ok
Me: so ttyl?
Me: night (?)
I smiled and shut the phone off, curling under the scratchy covers, tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position. Eventually I gave up and recounted the last conversation I'd had with Rose.
"So, where are you going?"
"South Dakota," I replied.
She raised her eyebrows, "Okay, I get why you need to go but why there?"
"Apparently there's a guy, Bobby Singer."
"Am I supposed to know who that is?"
I chuckled, "Nah, he's a family friend of the Winchesters."
"Okay," she nodded and looked away, before turning back towards me, she pulled me into a quick hug, "Be safe."
Lying there underneath the covers I had to smile at the life I had managed to find myself in while living with the Winchesters. I turned back onto my side and closed my eyes, not knowing that by sharing my destination with Rose I had put myself in even deeper peril.