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With the spirit finally taken care of, the brothers slumped back to the impala. The drive was silent, both men too exhausted for conversation. What had started as a simple salt-and-burn had turned nasty fast and now nothing sounded better than crawling into bed. The boys were startled from their comfortable silence by the piercing ring of a phone. Opening the glove compartment, Sam fished around for a minute before pulling out a phone. He turned to his brother with a frown. “It’s your personal”. Dean took the phone, glancing at the unrecognized number before answering.
“Hello?”
“Is this Dean Winchester?” He raised his eyebrows at the shaky female voice.
“Who’s asking? How did you get this number?” He had only given that number to people in his inner circle.
“My uncle Bobby told me to call this number if I ever needed help and...well… I need help.” Dean fortunately had the thought to pull off to the shoulder of the road as he slammed on the breaks.
“Your uncle Bobby?” Beside him, Sam whipped around, blinking in surprise. Bobby was someone’s uncle?
“Yeah, Bobby Singer?” The girl sighed. “Look, if you can’t help me, I’ll figure something else out.” Dean switched the phone to speaker.
“I never said I wasn’t going to help. What’s going on?” Before the girl could answer, a scream rang out in the background followed by a series of thumps and inhuman growling.Through the phone, the brothers could hear the creak of a door and the girl struggling to keep her breathing quiet. A strangled gasp was all they heard before the line went dead. The boys turned to each other. Sam was the first to speak.
“Call Bobby?” Dean set his jaw and nodded, leaving speaker mode on. After six rings a familiar voice answered.
“Do you have any idea what time it is? It’s not easy to get into my chair and find my phone!” Sparing no thought for Bobby’s complaints, Dean began shouting.
“You have a niece?! Why didn’t you tell us? And why the hell would you give her my number without warning me that I might get a distress call?” Bobby sputtered in surprise.
“She called you? Is she okay?” Before Dean could go back to ranting, Sam took over.
“She said she needed help. It sounded like things were bad but the line went dead before she could give us more information.” Bobby cursed under his breath.
“She’s my sister’s daughter. After her daddy died in a hunt gone bad, my sister packed her up and left. I wanted to keep her out of this life, keep her safe. A few years ago, she had trouble with a witch. After that, I gave her my number to call if something happened again. Course, I’m no use now in this damn chair. That’s why she has your number.” He sighed. “You can be mad at me later. Right now, she needs your help. She’s living in a house with some schoolmates in Ann Arbor.” Sam nodded.
“We’re in Detroit, it shouldn’t take us too long. Text us the address?” Dean unclenched his locked jaw, and started up the car again, leaning hard on the accelerator. They were on their way.