Sitting by Bobby's bedside in Sioux Falls hospital I can't help but feel guilty, "Kid…it's not your fault I'm old this stuff gets pretty normal when you start getting up there in age, go back to the house and get some rest." Bobby orders with a weakened voice I look at him and am about to say that I'm not leaving but the look in his eyes tells me he's feeling vulnerable/angry at his own vulnerability and needs some time to himself to deal his own issues and doesn't have time to hold my hand and make me feel better.
"Okay…Bobby, and I'm really sorry I caused your heart attack by cleaning, I promise to never clean anything again." I apologize and vow but Bobby shakes his head at me.
"Balls, it wasn't caused by you cleaning up the place, kid. In fact I order you to keep cleaning the house, just don't touch my guns and make sure you keep the books in the order I had them, ya Idjit!" Bobby grumbles and I find myself smiling regardless of my emotional distress.
"Sure thing, Uncle Bobby!" I find myself saying feeling slightly amused as I leave his hospital room, his annoyed mutterings mostly ignored.
Checking my wallet I find that it has surprisingly respawned money into it, 'Huh, I thought it was every twenty four-hours…for currency respawn.' shrugging off the oddity I hop into Bobby's Chevelle and head for the Electronics store, walking around said store I feel like I'm in the stone age, but security on the computers was completely absent and the cashier's didn't seem give a shit about their jobs so I grab the most expensive pre built gaming pc, that comes packed with the peripherals and walk out of an emergency entrance that doesn't even have a camera pointed at it but I do set off the fire alarm.
I leave the parking lot in a hurry and hope to hell I don't get a visit from Sheriff Mills or the state troopers for grand larceny of a six thousand dollar computer that only has 500 Gigabytes of storage, a four core CPU, a dinky ass GPU and 4 Gigabytes of ram.
'It's great it comes with Microsoft Word…' My brain supplies unhelpfully as I make it back to Bobby's without incident.
In the office-like area I set-up the computer, and start making a Monster-Hunting PDF that has information, ingredients and safe-ish guidelines for the performing of rituals. I use Bobby's extensive collection of books, scrolls and…low and behold stone tablets, to fill in the gaps in knowledge the show has in it, along with adding in things I learned in that fever dream of being trained as a Witcher.
Day turns to night by the time I get through every known species, then I go online and use one of Bobby's credit cards kept in his desk to buy a custom website domain, www.HuntersPedia.Com and upload the final version of the PDF complete with fast access index for each specific species.
'I'll have to find someone who can write up a search algorithm so a Hunter can just type in what they're dealing with victim wise and the such and have the search engine compile the most likely culprits…' My thoughts go to creating a Hunter's guild a support network of sorts for Hunter's, motels/hotels people in government positions.
'That Dbag who's name ryhmes with fuck would never allow a Hunter's guild to form, that would take some of the world's burden off of Sam and Dean.' Is the next thought in my head and my hand caresses the Equalizer hand grip.
'I know where he lives, I know his name, his identity…I could go there and try to kill him with a multi-dimensional bullet to the head which ought to kill even him…but then what about Sam and Dean? Without the big D-bag on their side wanting to watch them suffer, for it's amusement they would have died and stayed dead all the way back in season 1 if not sooner!' My thoughts and feelings are so conflicted and jumbled I sit at the desk in a state of indecision for far too long so long my ass goes numb.
Suddenly a phone mounted on the wall next to my head rings, grabbing the phone labeled FBI, "This is…" I look around and spot the FBI cover identity, "Senior Agent Harlow, who may I ask is calling?"
"Hello Agent Harlow, I'm Sheriff Heming, with the Wyoming State Police, and I have one of your people here, an Agent Ford…I'm just calling to verify his credentials."
"He a young kid, with an old Impala?" I ask and get a confirming chuckle in reply from Sheriff Heming.
"Yes Sir." The amused reply comes over the line.
"Yeah he's one of ours, kid's a pain in the ass but he's a damned good investigator, you can count on his help Sheriff." I offer and get a surprised sound in return.
"I'm surprised you're not telling me to stay out of his way…"
"Normally I would…but he's young and I'm guessing his partner is off doing his own thing, I don't like my Agents not having backup in the field, so I'd appreciate your full co-operation Sheriff."
"Heh, you got it Agent Harlow…I wish more feds were like you, anyways I'll let you get back to work now."
I let out a soft chuckle, "Thanks Officer, give that damned kid a good kick in the ass if he does something stupid for me, would ya?"
"Sure thing!" The older officer laughs and the line clicks dead, "I really hope that I didn't just fuck Dean over…" I mutter and stand up from the desk feeling good about myself not feeling the least bit tired. I return to my one man war on the dirt and grime Bobby has built up over the years of his bachelor hood.
Over the course of Bobby's seven day stay in the hospital I not only repaired and repainted the house in the areas that needed it but but ultraviolet paint, practiced making devil's traps painted them all over the house and installed uv lighting to reveal them, dove into research into enochian, to try and make some form of Angel proofing, went and got myself inked with the anti-possession tattoo, made some progress into my research into the enochian language.
Practiced my special brand of Witcher magic, nearly shat my pants when my Grimm sight abilities revealed to me the true face of a Ghoul that lives in Sioux Falls, found out about a Swingers club here in Sioux Falls and applied for Membership, cause I really need to get laid.
Performed what I hope is an admiral attempt at being Bobby's temporary replacement, by answering phones, helping Hunters figure out what they're up against and how to kill what it is they're Hunting if it wasn't something I didn't have immediate knowledge of and how to kill it, all and all I found myself kinda enjoying the support role. But I was also becoming restless, I wanted to get out there and start doing the job too.