[h2]Ruby[/h2]

This place was an absolute dump, but it was workable for the time being. At least that was her line of process. There was still so much to do, and so little time. She couldn't help but to get lost in her thoughts, she had reunited with Sam Winchester, after begrudgingly taking over the body of someone who was already dying. She didn't understand why it mattered what the meatsuit was, but a person who was on a table dying in the hospital certainly seemed to confuse the hell out of the doctors when she sat up. At least that was funny. 

She typically didn't zone out in times like this, but she couldn't keep her thoughts straight. There was still so much to do. [i]So much.[/i]

The knock at the door caused her to turn her attention to it, but Sam answered it. She rolled her eyes and opted for a shower herself. Hopefully this dump had better water pressure than the last. All she needed was to have shampoo stuck in her hair and making this meatsuit itchy again. She didn't bother to say anything to Sam when she went about her business. Things were already in motion, he was already doing so well in what she needed him to do. This would work... She had to keep telling herself that.

[h2]Bobby[/h2]

That phone call was an absolute insult. Who the hell did they think they were to try to impersonate Dean? Bobby ran a hand over his face and almost entertained the thought of disconnecting the phone for a little while. He couldn't do it, he knew, too many people called needing his help for one thing or another. He had a wall of them labelled different things at this point, so he could keep up with what he needed to now. His eyes travelled out to Mika who was just standing there staring at her car. He couldn't say he blamed her for being so broken, even now. It has a harsh reality to deal with. 

He sighed and headed outside himself for a moment, beer in hand. He wasn't about to mention the phone call to her. Her already fragile state when it came to things like this made him worry all the more. She was his daughter. Maybe not blood, but what did blood matter anymore? He still barely knew what to say, he barely wanted to believe that all of this had happened. That Dean was gone... It made his blood boil at the thought of the call again. He wanted to say something, but he was at least glad to see her out of her room. 

Bobby went back inside a few moments later after patting her shoulder, gently. Things needed to start coming together and soon. He walked over to his desk, getting out of the kitchen for a while, and he was reading over something another hunter had asked him to look into. So much in the world was going to shit, it was crazy, that was certain. The bell rang, and Bobby walked over to the door. The figure he saw caused him to whip the door open and his face turned angry. 

"Who are you?" he nearly growled at the person. This was a sick joke. They certainly looked like Dean, but how could it be?