HUNTING GHOSTS, LIKE THE OLD DAYS--JOHN WINCHESTER

[Robert "Bobby" Steven Singer]

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Bobby had only just arrived at Richmond State University, and as he sat in his old pickup he retrieved his FBI badge from the glove compartment. The badge read agent Tom Wallis, since after everything that has happened to him and everybody nearest and dearest to him, a normal job like this seemed a little too welcoming. Maybe he had been a little too eager searching the paper for a hunt, a little too willing to relieve the old days, when everything was so simple, and he didn’t have to worry about angels of some apocalyptic threat.

Glancing into the rear view mirror, Bobby tossed his trademark truckers cap onto the passenger’s seat, and slicked his hair back with the aid from a water bottle and then stepped from the truck. As he walked up toward the university, Bobby went through his notes, on what he already thought about the case. It seemed straightforward enough, a haunting of one of the college dorms, and a murder of a young freshman boy.

The local authorities were already at the scene, with yellow tape surrounding the building. Bobby knew that they were only doing their job, but still couldn’t help thinking they were in over their heads. None of them probably would ever come across something, which a hunter fought almost every night.

Walking up to he thought was in charge of the investigation, a middle aged man, clean shaven and black hair that had silver streaks at either side. “Excuse me,” Bobby brusquely said, coming up from behind the man, and as he turned Bobby spoke again, not allowing the man a chance to speak. “What can you tell me about the murder?” He asked while holding up his badge at the man's eye level.

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As far as John knew, Bobby didn't know of his return. Which is why when he spotted the Old Geezer going into the University, he didn't immediately follow him. First he decided how he was going to play this out. He was here to check on the same case, young boy murdered, perhaps a haunted dorm or even the entire wing of the university. However - he didn't want to show up and get shot in the chest by Bobby. Which was a possibility. He didn't know he was back and how was he to believe that he was? More than likely he'd react just as the boys had when he'd come back. Put him through the demon-check ringer and make sure it was truly him.

But, this was his case damn it. He'd actually been there first but he'd been reading over the literature on the case when he'd seen Bobby go inside. He'd beat him to the punch, yet Bobby was trying to snag the case from right underneath him. Wasn't happening. Nope. This was his first solo case since he was back. Granted, the boys would probably be pissed once they realized he'd left, but too bad. They'd just have to get over it.

Finally the Eldest Winchester decided to just wing it. He'd take the chance of possibly getting shot in hopes that Bobby wouldn't be stupid enough to do it in front of the local authorities. Grabbing his F.B.I. badge he'd recently forged out of the center console, he tightened up the tie on his suit and exited his black truck.

Strolling up directly beside Bobby, he flipped out his badge and pretended not to notice the shocked look on Singer's face. "Special Agent Fuller. What happened here?"

[/color] he asked, shooting a look to Bobby, a smile, actually. He'd walked up so nonchalantly that he couldn't help but smirk knowing the reaction it was having on his old friend. Pretending not to notice, and raise suspicion, he listened to the cop in front of them. They'd have time to catch up later.

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Tag:: Bobby
Note:: John is such a butt, lol.
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“Not a whole lot sir, no prints, or DNA left behind,” the officer told Bobby before pausing for a moment, “it almost looks like a suicide, we have nothing on a possible suspect.” It had been as Bobby had suspected, ghosts and shades were tricky things, and how they were able to leave no traces, unless you knew what to look for. He knew there would be something that would tell him what had done this to the boy; he would just need to have a look himself. For the moment though he had no leads, so he decided to push the questioning on.

“Are there any witnesses, anybody who heard odd noises, perhaps scratching sounds or even felt the air around them go cold?” It was typical questioning for a hunter to do, not new by any means but it still covered the basics. Even the most adept hunters like the Winchester brothers and him, still needed to ask those questions. Generally though asking things like he had just asked, garnered him his own weird looks, usually people didn’t understand the questions.

Apparently this officer was no different, since he had given Bobby that same blank stare the aging hunter knew all too well. “C-Can I see that badge again, sir?” he asked hesitantly, unsure if he should believe what he was being told.

“Just trying to cover the basics officer,” Bobby said as he tried to hide an impatient mumble. It was a wonder really, how Bobby was even able to keep these facades up, given how he was usually for the most part, a grumpy old man.

However things could not get worse, when somebody Bobby had believed was dead had strolled casually up beside him. John Winchester, a man who he hasn’t seen since Dean was a child, and Sam was a baby. Bobby looked like he had just seen a ghost, and he hasn’t even entered the haunted university yet. He could not stop staring at the man besides him, if it was really John, because he didn’t believe Daddy Winchester was back for one minute.

Quite frankly he was lucky there were witnesses around; otherwise Bobby wouldn’t hesitate to shoot. He didn’t have his shotgun on him, so Bobby would have settled for slapping the man around. What Bobby had wanted to do, was throw the man, John or some demon who was wearing John up against a wall. Possessing some poor bastard was one thing, but it took extra stupid to wear John Winchester to the dance.

“What are you doing here Fuller; I wasn’t aware you were in town?” Bobby finally managed to say, breaking his stunned silence. Obviously he wasn’t going to get much from the officer; instead he would focus and get to the bottom of this Winchester imposter.

Shifting his attention back to the local officer, Bobby spoke and gave both of them an out. “Please excuse me. I, need to have a word with my partner.” When he spoke, John was able to tell that Bobby was livid, if only because some demon thought it would be a bright idea to go walking around with him.

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Offering the fellow hunter a polite smile, though that was also mainly for the local badge, John grinned brightly. "The Bureau thought you could use some help, Agent."

[/color] He'd stopped just before mentioning Bobby's codename as he didn't actually know it. The man used to use Mike Kayser, but that could have changed. After all - it'd been a while.

They were both extremely good at disguising themselves as Badges, though the local in front of them still seemed to look at them oddly. John simply smiled friendly at him - how could one not want to believe that face? John had the face of trust.

"Yes, please excuse us. While you're excused, recover all of the surveillance videos for this wing of the building for me, would ya? Thanks."[/color] Without giving the local a chance to disagree or question, John was taken off to the side with Bobby. This might be a scene, which normally made him want to go off in private. However - he didn't think that'd necessarily be a good idea. After all, Bobby was definitely known to shoot first and think later. He didn't want to on the receiving end of that if he could avoid it.

Gesturing for them to go into the dorm, Bobby simply began a stand-off stare towards John, not wanting to go first and allow his back to the newly brought back hunter. John simply shook his head in annoyance and continued on first. As they moved through the hall towards the room, which wasn't hard to spot considering all of the caution tape, John spoke. "Don't you ever check your phone, old man?"[/color] John asked as he turned to his previous friend, arching an eyebrow. "Sammy called you when I came back to tell you. Left you a message. You never returned that call and if it causes me to get a shotgun round to the back, I'm coming back again to haunt your ass."[/color]

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Bobby continued staring, as if he had seen a ghost. He knew that demons weren’t very bright, but wearing John Winchester was taking it to a new level. “Very thoughtful of them,” Bobby stated, he was of two minds at the moment. He wanted to believe that his old friend was back, Dean and Sam had both been raised from the dead enough, for Bobby to know that it was entirely possible. Then there was the part that thought, ‘why now after all these years.’ It didn’t make sense why John was back in action.

Still Bobby was hardly acting professional, he could be the one blamed for the local officer acting suspiciously. No doubt Dean wouldn’t let him hear the end of it, if the oldest Winchester heard about Bobby being spooked by his risen daddy. The look that John had given the officer, was almost enough to make Bobby want to slap him silly, because here he was trying to make sense of his return, and daddy Winchester was acting as his cocky self that was known of every Winchester.

The murder in the murders in the dorm room could wait, though he was thankful that John was still able to act professional. The only thing he cared for this moment was getting to the bottom of John’s return. Staring down the recently resurrected hunter, there was no way Bobby was going to walk in first, and leave his back open for the demon to attack.

John walked in first and Bobby behind him, they walked through the halls to the room the yellow tape making it easy to spot, the resurrected hunter turned to him. But his words spoken, made Bobby very nearly slap John upside the head, “I’ve learnt long ago not to believe everything your boys say.” He stated as if it was obvious, you shouldn’t believe everything unless witnessing with your own eyes. “What have they done this time, made a deal with the devil?” What did Crowley want, in exchange for releasing somebody like you? I would have thought you would have been his grand prize.”

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Shrugging his shoulders lightly at the comment about him being a "grand prize" he couldn't help but chuckle. "I know I'm the last person they want out, but the boys didn't make a deal. They didn't believe it was me at first either."

[/color] Exhaling slowly, he made sure they'd been talking in hushed tones. In the background he noticed some of the cops in the dorm room were still taking pictures and whatnot. A couple of the badges had looked up to him and Bobby, though they hadn't said anything yet. They were simply watching.

Turning back to Bobby, he offered another light shrug of his shoulders again. "I know as much as you do, right now. Okay?"[/color] he asked finally, charming smile coming into play as he rounded on his heels and headed towards the cops in the room. As they looked up to acknowledge his presence he nodded politely before very quickly flashing them his badge.

"We'll take it from here, boys"[/color] and they seemed to question it, though he didn't relent. He motioned for them to get out of the room and eventually they did so. That's when the scent by the dorm window caught his nose. He looked over to Bobby quizzically then headed over towards the window. Wiping a finger along the pane, he brought it to his nose and it scrunched at the foul smell. "Sulfur. No surprise there."[/color] With this in mind, he continued to filter through all the crap to the room to see if there was anything he could find as a clue. All the while he felt like Bobby was still staring at him in disbelief but he didn't make eye contact. Not that very second. In that moment, he was in hunter mode, and he was going to solve this damn case with or without Singer.

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Bobby relaxed his posture, it was unlikely that this version was John was some demon; he would have attacked already if he was, unless the demon was just very good at acting. Bobby still didn’t think that he believed that this was actually John Winchester standing beside him. But he was willing to see where the unexpected meeting would go.

“Did you hear about Crowley being the man now?” Bobby asked although it was really only to make conversation, as he tried to forget that he didn’t totally believe that daddy Winchester was back. Dean and Sam had probably filled him in on everything that he has missed, but it was still better to ask, in case the boys got swept up in the emotion of him being back.

He knew how important it was to keep his voice town. Although Bobby may have been talking a little louder then John had been. A mistake but one he would never admit to, and if anybody ever did call him out for making a mistake, then Bobby would generally make a sarcastic remark. It seemed like Dean and Sam, usually Dean had no problem running his mouth either, which was something that he had received from John.

Bobby wanted to slap the stupid smile of his face, he hasn’t changed at all, wasn’t paradise supposed to humble a man out? He really did see a lot of Dean in John, they both had that charming smile, and both were popular with the ladies. John and Sam personalities may be more alike, but when it came to mannerisms, Dean was definitely John’s son.

“I think I could still teach you a thing or two.” Bobby mumbled, it was petty but both men always did have something between them. It wasn’t bad by any means, they just had different ways of doing those things, and he could still remember that big fight, the one where he had almost blasted two holes in John.

Walking into the taped off room, Bobby flashed his badge to the two local authorities. Before standing just behind as John spoke to them. At first the two officers didn’t leave, of course they wouldn’t, they both were used to the attitude, and it seemed like local police officers weren’t fond of the FBI.

Bobby saw John turn toward the window, he could smell it too and they both already knew what it was, sulphur. Even still he followed behind to the window, as the other hunter ran his finger along the pane, before bringing the shoot to his nose and stating what they already could smell.

“Demons, how many are you thinking?”

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Lifting up the lid of the trunk at the end of the dead kid's bed, he began to pilfer through everything inside. Taking out CDs, movies, books, everything, and tossing it all onto the bed. All the while looking for clues he heard Bobby speaking behind him, attempting to make small talk. John groaned. "Just what we need."

[/color] Looking lower into the trunk he noticed what looked like a removable bottom drawer. Quirking an eyebrow he popped it out and looked underneath it. Nothing but some weed and a couple bottles of liquor. Frustrated, he swiped all of the belongings back into it and latched the lid again.

"How'd that asshat get into power?"[/color] John asked, still not making eye contact as he roamed around the dorm room. So far the only suspicious thing he'd noticed had been the damn sulfur. This case was seeming like a dead end the further he looked into it.

Nonetheless, he knew he wouldn't stop looking until he'd killed the thing that had done this. It was simply his way.

John couldn't help but laugh as he continued to stroll around the room, hearing Bobby's comment about "teaching" him a thing or two. He chuckled. And he wasn't quiet about it. He was quite arrogant about it, in fact. "Still would imply that you once could, which we both know has never been true."[/color] Finally making eye contact, he only smirked at his own surprisingly witty comment. "I've been gone a long time, friend, but you still ain't got nothin' on me."[/color] After all, he was John Winchester. He had always been the thing that the demons feared.

Looking down now to the splattered blood on the ground, he studied it for a moment before retrieving a marker from the dead kid's desk. Drawing on the carpet with the marker, he connected all of the splatters of blood. It came out as a star-looking pentagram. "Definitely demons."[/color] At how many, he shrugged. "Impossible to tell how many. We should see if they've recovered the tapes yet."[/color] With this, he strolled right past Singer and back out into the hallway. He'd seen all he needed to inside the room and was headed back to the original cop that they'd talked to, hoping he had the tapes.

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As John walked over to the trunk at the foot of the kid’s bed, Bobby cautiously watched his resurrected friend, still unsure if John was trust worth or if he was a demon in disguise. As John rummaged through the trunk, Bobby had been wondering why he didn’t have his shotgun. It was probably better that he didn’t have it, since he would have no doubt let his finger slip, as soon as he saw the man. There was nothing interesting, just the usual things to be found in a collage dorm, and then John pulled a false bottom out to reveal, nothing but weed and a few bottles of liquor, “It’d be an awful shame to let that go to waste?”

“What?” It wasn’t like Bobby to get distracted, especially when he was on a case but besides that question about the kid’s liquor, he was obviously unnerved by John sudden reappearance. The resurrected hunter was right; he should have believed Sam’s text about him being back. All he did was stare a hole in the back of his friends head. “Trust a demon to go for a dumb collage kid.” Bobby stated, although he and John both knew, that a dumb collage kid was probably smarter than they were.

Hearing his friend laugh, if you could call what they had a friendship. Bobby began grinding his teeth, much in the same way as when John’s sons did something foolish. Bobby wanted to slap him upside the head for laughing. John however certainly hadn’t lost his touch for witty retorts; Bobby could hardly say much else, that arrogant sonofabitch. “So how come you can’t make Dean stop doing dim-witted things? While you’ve been gone your son has put me through hell.” Bobby was being childish, although he was only complaining; it was his way to complain about everything. “You may be daddy Winchester, but Dean must’ve gotten his foolish plans from somebody.”

Their banter being done at least for the time being, they walked over to the blood that was splattered on the floor. Finding a marker from the kid’s draw, John began to connect the dots so to speak, soon enough the dots connected, made a star within pentagram. “Well John you have been gone for some time I’ll fill you in.” Bobby stated as his friend stood back up. “You know Crowley, king of the crossroads. Did your sons mention that Crowley can be a royal dick?” Bobby asked, he wasn’t getting at anything. Bobby just enjoyed ripping Crowley a new one whenever he could, he never really did get over that photo that the king of hell took of them.

“Sounds like a plan, I wonder if our officers aren’t completely useless.” Bobby stated, as John pushed past him. The man hadn’t really pushed past, it was just the way John had gone about walking past, he always did have a superiority complex.

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