[h1] Dean Winchester [/h1]

"What the hell?", Dean asked to no one, standing from the ground carefully.  His arms were now full of glass and the gas station looked as if it had been obliterated by some sort of bomb.  He looked around, making sure he was still alone, despite the explosion. "Bobby..."

Staring out the window, he caught a glimpse of a payphone in the parking lot.  Sprinting to it, he quickly grabbed the receiver and fed it some coins.  The phone rang once, before being answered, "Yeah!"

"Bobby.  It's me."

"Who's me?"

"Dean...", *click* 

Bobby hung up on him?  Bobby never hung up on him.  What the hell was wrong with him. He tried again. One ring and another answer.

"Bobby listen to me.  It's Dean!"

"Call here again and I'll kill ya...", Bobby answered grimly, hanging up the phone once more.

Staring at the phone, Dean took a deep breath.  Did Bobby truly think he was dead?  Shrugging his shoulders, he walked over to the only car in the parking lot.

"Please work...", he whispered, opening the door and searching for the box under the steering wheel. To his surprise, the vehicle started up, successfully taking the hot wire.  With a smile, he jumped into the drivers seat, revving the engine, before peeling from the parking lot.  The drive to Sioux Falls seemed long, and it was...but deep in his thoughts, he "appeared" in Bobby's parking lot.  Who knows how long he had been there?  He was zoned out, and the car was no longer running.  Shaking himself from the feeling of exhaustion and deep thought, he shuddered, ready but not ready to face Bobby Singer.

Staying low to the ground, he snuck to the front door of the house, straightening himself and flattening the front of his shirt once he had a finger on the doorbell.  His shaky finger pressed lightly, letting the bell linger for a few seconds.  The door, however, swung open violently.  God, he was happy to see that face.  His father.  His idol.  The one face he needed to see, other than Sam's right now...if Sam was even alive.

"Hiya Bobby...", he muttered.  But the look on Bobby's face wasn't that of happiness...

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[h1] AnnaBeth and Cason [/h1]

Pulling into the dusty parking lot of a tiny gas station, AnnaBeth looked around.  This made no sense.  It was a burned out gas station.  It didn't look like it had been used in months.  Furrowing her brow, she looked around for any sign as to why she was there, or what was going on.  She stepped out of the truck, followed closely by Cason.  

As she reached for the door handle of the station, her brain began to flash, and she groaned loudly.

[i] He's not there.  You are late.  Late.  Bobby Singer.  Sioux Falls.  He'll be back.  He'll...Back.  Hotel. 235 South Riverdale...[/i]

When the voices stopped, she opened her eyes, now on her hands and knees.  Cason cradled her as he breathed heavily, "HEY!  What's going on!"

"He's not here...but...He'll be back.  I have an address." she whispered, laboring to breathe.

"So back to the goose chase.  Do we even know who this guy is?"

"No.  But I NEED to find him.", she whispered once more, wiping at the stream of blood falling from her nose.