Dean stepped out into the garage, slipping his feet in his spare boots that he always kept by the door in case of emergencies at Bobby’s.  With Bobby being involved with basically every hunter in America, he always stashed random jackets, boots, and weapons around the exterior of the house in case he needed to bail quickly.  He didn’t bother tying them as he stepped up to the first car with a ticket under the wiper, and peered around the garage at the other six sitting around in various states of repair.

“A little money, Bobby?”, he scoffed, noting that with all six of them together, they could easily fetch a few thousand dollars, depending on what was wrong with them.  He reached into the grill of the Pinto in front of him, popping the hood and propping it before grabbing the ticket from the windshield and stepping away.  He walked over to the radio, and flipped it on to the last station he had listened to when he was home, noting that Bobby had been listening to the same music.  As Kashmir by Led Zeppelin began playing, he bobbed his head, grabbed a shop towel and turned back to the car.

Bobby smirked as Mika and Dean flirted with each other, secretly finding it amusing that they were so adamant about acting out around him.  He sat down behind his desk and propped a book up on a coffee cup that sat on top, flipping it open to the page he had marked.  He tilted his head side to side at her question, “Somewhere around a dozen…”

He took the beer from Mika’s hand and took a drink, before placing it on the mason jar lid he used as a coaster on his desk, “Things went south pretty quick when the omens started and the phones have been going crazy.  I don’t wanna tell Dean, but his daddy is right in the middle of all of it.  Best he doesn’t know, alright?”