Saints or Sinners | {BOOK 3}

8| Dick Frigging Roman

Neither of us spoke for a few minutes once the line went dead.

"You gonna get mad at me now?" Dean asked finally.

"He's right, Dean," I started calmly. "As bad as everything is right now, you need to start acting like a hunter. Otherwise things are going to go south for you real fast."

"Yeah, well, maybe I want that to happen. Maybe I don't want to act like a hunter."

"What the hell happened to you, Dean? When did you decide it wasn't worth it anymore?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, where have you been the past three years? Have you even been paying attention to what's been going on lately?"

"Yeah, Dean, I have. And you know what I've been doing while all of that's been happening? Taking care of our kids! While you've been off sneaking behind my back to be with Sam when he got back from Hell and running off to try and stop Cass and Crowley from opening a door to Purgatory and taking down damn Leviathan clones of yourself, I've been stuck raising our children! And sure, we got Saraqael or Bobby or whoever to watch them for a little bit while I came and helped out, but I always ended up back on the bench.

"And despite all that, I'm still going. I still want to be here, while you have GIVEN UP! Now, I am sorry you don't see a point to all this anymore. I am. But you don't get to just throw in the towel because things seem hopeless now."

Before either of us could say anything else, Dean's phone rang again.

"Yeah?" he greeted them.

"The leader of the Leviathans is Dick Frigging Roman," Bobby's voice carried through the speaker.

"What? Who the hell is Dick Frigging Roman?" Dean asked.

My phone buzzed and I pulled it out to see a video message from Sam. I brought it over to Dean and played it so he could see. On screen was a man in a suit with the headline "The Rise of Dick" along the bottom while he spoke.

"I believe in good old American values," Dick was saying, "like unlimited growth. But it's like I always say- if you want to win, then you got to be the shark. And a shark's got to eat. Well, that's a great question. Yes, we have made new acquisitions. I don't believe in hostile takeovers. I believe in merging... and coming out on top."

The interview continued as Dean and I both stared, slack jawed.

"Holy crap. What the hell is that?" Dean asked.

"That's one of the top 50 most powerful men in America, Dean," Sam said through Dean's phone.

"Says here top 35 as of last month," I added. 

"Now it's all making sense," Dean nodded. "Remember when Crowley kept going on about hating Dick? I thought he was just being general. Pfft!"

"Well, if the Leviathans got him, then that means they're playing on a much bigger board than we were thinking," Bobby said.

"Maddie's not hearing any of this, is she?" I asked.

"Nah, she and Zep fell asleep a little while ago," Sam assured me. "So, what are we gonna do about this? I mean, we can't exactly outgun them."

"No, but we got the drop on them," Bobby pointed out. "Means we got a chance to figure out what these guys are really doing here."

"Alright, where are you guys? Ellie and I are gonna come help."

"I have my GPS on," Sam replied. "You can track us. But hurry. We might not have a lot of time."

"Sounds good."

Dean hung up, opening up GPS to track Sam's phone as we both hurried out to the other car.

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When we arrived, Bobby had disappeared from the vehicle, leaving behind Sam and the sleeping children. Sam was speaking into his phone, staring at some screens. Dean knocked on the window and the younger Winchester jumped, looking over.

"You guys scared the shit out of me," he hissed once we'd climbed in.

I'd climbed into the back with the kids while Dean was up front with his brother.

"Yeah, Bobby, they're here. Hold on," Sam said into the phone before switching it to speaker. "What do you got?"

"Wait," Bobby replied.

While we waited for him to continue, I reached over and smoothed some of Zep's hair away from his forehead, looking over at Maddie sleeping on the other side of him. When I turned to look back at the front, Dean met my gaze, holding it for a few moments.

"Now I have officially seen it all," Bobby said.

"Bobby, what is it?" Sam asked.

"He's making the doctor eat himself."

"What?" Dean and I chorused.

"He's-"

"Bobby? Bobby?!"

Sam hung up and clambered out of the car.

"Ellie, stay here with the kids," Dean told me.

"But, Dean-"

"We'll be back soon. I promise."

I watched helplessly as the Winchesters both took off running in the direction of where Bobby had been stationed. A few minutes later, the Winchesters showed back up without Bobby.

"Where's Bobby?" I called.

"Still inside. Follow us, we gotta get him."

I climbed into the front seat, following them as they drove in Bobby's black van, pulling up closer to the warehouse. I watched as Bobby ran from the building pursued by Dick Roman who was holding a gun. Bobby climbed into the back of the van as Dick fired the weapon.

"No!" I yelled, forgetting the two sleeping kids in the back of my vehicle.

I gunned it after the van as they took off with a squealing of tires on asphalt, only taking a second to glance briefly in my rearview mirror at where Dick was standing, staring after the two cars. I took out my phone, dialing Sam's number while keeping one hand on the wheel.

"Ellie?"

"Did he get hit?"

"What?"

"Bobby! Did Dick shoot him?!"

"I don't... oh God."

"Shit!"

"Bobby? Bobby?!" Sam yelled on the other side of the phone.

"Bobby?!" Dean's voice joined in the yelling. "Sam, is he dead?"

"I'm checking!"

"Is he dead?!" Dean repeated.

"Just drive, Dean! Bobby!"

"Mommy?" Maddie's tired voice came from my backseat.

"Shit," I muttered. "Hey, baby. You're awake."

I pulled the phone away from my ear slightly, still able to make out Sam and Dean's frantic voices on the other side.

"Why are you crying?" Maddie asked me.

I didn't even realize I was, but as soon as she asked, I finally registered the liquid escaping my eyes and making its way down my cheeks.

"Don't worry about it, darling. Try and go back to sleep, okay?"

I didn't wait for a response, holding my phone closer to my ear to try and hear what was going on in the other vehicle.

"Sam? Sammy, what's happening?" I asked.

"He has a pulse," Sam informed me. "I gotta hang up, Ellie. I have to perform CPR."

"Okay. I'm right behind you."

I threw my phone onto the seat beside me as the line went dead, white knuckling the steering wheel as I followed the van to the nearest trauma center.