THE GAMBLER [bobby]

[ZERACHIEL]

ROCK SPRINGS, WYOMING

The angel hid herself from view, evading a cruiser as it slowly drove down the seemingly abandoned street. Her face had graced the town’s local evening news broadcast, sought after by law enforcement for the murder of numerous citizens. She was considered armed, dangerous, and mentally unstable, which frustrated Zerachiel even further.

A previous hunt had gone awry and now the humanoid responsible for the homicides was continuing to cause disorder within the city—while concealing its true identity by stealing her own. The authorities vigilantly patrolled the vicinity, impeding her from dealing with the task at hand. If she had retained her angelic powers the situation would not have escalated to that of her current predicament. Zerachiel was learning that being stripped of her abilities made everything a lot more difficult than need be, and that the shapeshifter did not improve her already dismal state of mind.

On the contrary, she was without her customary armaments and her vehicle—she could not return to her motel room for reinforcements without alerting the police. Until she was able to fashion a liable strategy, Zerachiel was momentarily forced to skulk in the overlying shadows, hoping to remain unseen. She required silver in order to overcome her quarry and she did not know what methods she would eventually use to procure the metal would entail.

Traveling along the length of the alleyway, she mulled over any and all possible tactics, determined to bring this overly drawn-out hunt to an end.

[BOBBY SINGER]

Bobby grumbled to himself as he drove down a dark road, but his voice was easily drowned out by the loud sound of his truck's engine. Even though he rather liked his truck at that moment he recalled all the times that Dean had made some sort of jibe about the truck and how much noise it seemed to make. But he usually ignored Dean's comments as his truck proved itself. As for an a pretty mature car it managed to hold up pretty well in any sort of situation. Which suited him just find all he needed his truck to do was get him to wherever he needed to get and fast.

Bobby let out a deep frustrated sigh as he continued driving. This entire case was frustrating to him, mostly because it had required him to have to drive a few states over to save Sam and Dean's sorry asses from another mess they had managed to get themselves into. Dean had been pretty urgent on the phone about the fact that he needed Bobby there as soon as possible. He really wished that those two boys weren't such idjits that they would need him to bail them out of trouble like he did most of the time. Sometimes it made him wonder how they even managed to stay in one piece for so long. Well Sam had a pretty good head on his shoulders, but it was mostly Dean that he worried about then.