The trip had been long, Rhiannon knew that. The dark haired woman with tattoos on her upper arm knew that the trip to Sioux Falls would be long. But she and Anna were in search of information, and there was one person the Rhiannon knew would have the information they needed. Bobby Singer. Back before her hiatus from hunting, Rhiannon and her father would go to Bobby with their questions. She was 16 then, though, and the nightmares still followed her.

This time was no different, even sitting in the truck with Anna the nightmares came. Recently back on the hunt didn't help either, but she had gotten rid of the thing that killed her father, and now she and Anna were following leads. And as of lately, things were weird, and there were a hell of a lot more demons around than usual. 

Still, Rhiannon had been so tired, that even her recurring nightmare wasn't about to keep her from sleep, though it was making it difficult. Her father's body, bloody and worn, staring at her, whispering to be safe. After a nearly ten year hiatus, to train and gather information, and she finally traced the polterguist and sent that thing to where it belonged. Still, her father's face haunted her.

She stirred awake and looked to Anna, the information finally sinking in. "Good. Hope he remembers." She said, stretching a bit in her seat, and she rummaged through her bag and pulled out a Coke and some Tylenol. She took a couple Tylenol to take the edge of her forming headache, and she made sure her bag was intact. She had quite a bit of cash, but she knew right now she didn't need it, and after a little longer I. The truck, she was glad they reached Bobby's. She got out of the truck and stretched, adjusting her plin black tee and jeans before she looked into her boots and saw the handles of her knives.

She walked up to the door and knocked, looking to Anna before a man with brunette hair and dark eyes answered, and Rhiannon looked to him. "Who are you?" He asked, and Rhiannon gave a look. 

"I could ask you the same thing." She quipped, "Where is Bobby?"

The man looked the pair over before he brought his head back into the house. "Hey! Bobby! You have some company!" He called, and soon Rhiannon heard him coming.

"Who is it, Sam?" Bobby asked, but the man named Sam seemed to stand in the way. "Move you idjit."

When he moved, Rhiannon saw the older man, and then another man with shorter blond-brunette hair too. "Hey, Bobby. I know its been a while, but Anna and I could use your help. Figured we would drop by."

"No, you can't be..." Bobby said, looking the pair over. "Rhiannon Lockhart and Annabelle Danvers? Rhiannon, I thought you gave up hunting."

"Can't give up what is in your blood I guess. But can we come in?" She asked.

Before they could be answered, Rhiannon felt water splashed in her face, and she sent a look to the one she heard as Sam. She sighed. "Look, just because Bobby knows you doesn't mean I won't hurt you." She warned, and Bobby shot her a look before letting the girls inside. This would be interesting indeed.

"Now, Rhiannon, I didn't know you took on your father's temper." He commented, and she shrugged. "Either of you girls want a drink?"

"Nah, but who are these two?" Rhiannon asked, pointing to thr boys.