Dean sighed as he pulled the Impala up to Bobby and Ellen's house, they had been driving for hours and Sam had passed out some time before hitting the South Dakota border. He looked over to see the 16 year old slouched in the passenger seat, his head resting up on a balled up sweater against the window. He couldn't help but smile at how young his brother looked, but he knew better, Sam was old for his age, both of them were. Dean slid the car to a stop and put it in park and he reached over and laid his hand on Sam's shoulder. "Sammy, we're here."

Sam lifted his head blinking at the house with sleepy eyes. He yawned and pushed himself into a sitting position. "What time is it?"

"it's late, almost one. Bobby said he'd still be awake so let's get inside and you get to bed. We can unload the car tomorrow." Sam nodded as he pushed the door open and stepped out of the car. Dean locked her up and they walked up the old stairs and opened the door. They saw a light on in the living room and walked over to see Bobby sitting and watching the ancient TV. "Bobby?"

The elder man turned his head, "bout damned time you idjits show up." He growled as he spun his chair around and wheeled over to them. He reached up and grabbed Sam by the shirt pulling him into a hug. "Been to long boys, you got tall Sammy, soon you'll be taller than Dean."

Sam laughed as he hugged Bobby, "yeah I hear that all the time."

Bobby let the younger Winchester go before turning his eyes on Dean. "You're looking good boy. How was the trip?"

"Long, we already ate so we don't have to worry about that."

Bobby nodded, "Sam go head on to bed, Ellen got your rooms ready for ya, Dean and I gotta talk a bit."

Sam looked at his older brother, concern written in his hazel eyes. Dean offered him a small smile, "It's alright Sammy, go get some sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow."

Sam sighed and nodded as he turned and went up the stairs. Bobby motioned for Dean to walk out to the porch and Dean nodded as they walked outside. He braced his back against the banister and folded his arms over his chest. "Bobby, thanks for this..."

"Quiet boy, that's what family is for. But I really should bend you over my knee. What were you thinking Dean?" The older man growled.

Dean sighed, hating himself for disapointing the only real father figure he knew. "I'm sorry Bobby, I wasn't. I just thought...if I could get enough money saved up I could get Sammy into College like he wanted to. He wants to go to Stanford, I looked into it and it's the big time Bobby. School is fucking expensive, and the money i was offered was to good to pass up." Dean hung his head, "I hate myself for it and even more when Sam became a target. I swear I was only trying to do right by him."

Bobby sighed, "I know boy, I ain't proud of what you did, but I sure as hell am proud that you tried to do what your daddy couldn't. Family is everything boy, but you shoulda come to me or Ellen."

"I owe you guys too much to let you help. After I got Sam squared away I was gonna try and-"

"Finish that sentence boy and I will put my boot up your ass." Bobby growled. "You boys are as much family to me and Ellen as Jo is. We love you boys and would do anything for you."

"Bobby-"

"You listen here Dean and you listen real good. You are gonna cut the crap and fix yourself up. I'll be damned if I see another Winchester go down the path of self destruction. You are gonna live here and work at the garage when I need you, and help me teach my few classes at the High School. You'll be paid, and Ellen and I will help out with Sam's college fund."

"Bobby what about Jo-"

"Jo has a full ride to some art school after she graduates this year. Family don't end with blood boy, weather you like it or not me, Jo, and Ellen are your family and we help each other."

Dean felt the tears in his eyes and he angrily brushed them away. "Alright Bobby, I'll do it."

Bobby nodded, "good, now go get some sleep you idjit, we can go to the High School tomorrow and get Sam ready to start. you're lucky that the year hasn't started yet, makes the paperwork less of a bitch." Dean nodded and moved to get past Bobby when the man grabbed his arm and looked up at him. "Dean, about your dad."

"Bobby, don't...we both know it was bound to happen. He's gone and there's nothing we can do about it."

"He ain't dead Dean-"

"He made it pretty damned clear that he didn't wanna see me again." Dean spat, "He wouldn't risk what he has now for his stupid whore of a son."

"You ain't a whore Dean. And I ever hear you say that about yourself I will bend you over my knee."

Dean snorted. "I'd like to see you try Bobby."

Bobby smirked, "Oh don't worry I'll just get Ellen to help."

Dean swallowed hard at the thought of going up against Ellen. "That's low Bobby."

He laughed and let the younger man go. "Whatever works, you're a good man Dean and a damned good brother, leave your past and look forward to your future."

Dean rolled his eyes, "That sounded cheesy, even for you. where the fuck did you hear that?"

"Blame Ellen, she makes me watch Dr. Oz and all that other crap. She says it's good for me."

Dean laughed and bent down to hug Bobby. "Thanks Bobby, for everything."

Bobby hugged him back briefly and then sent him on his way. "Go to bed Dean, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Dean nodded as he walked into the house and slowly up the stairs. He opened the door to the room that he and Sam would be sharing and smiled as he saw Sam passed out on the bed. He shook his head and walked over, slipping Sam's shoes off and moving him around to get him more comfortable. "Fucking hell Sasquatch, you're getting to big for this." He grumbled as he pulled the blanket over Sam.

"Dean? Are we gonna move again?"

Dean looked down to see Sam watching him with sleepy eyes and he brushed some of Sam's hair off his forehead. "Nah Sammy, we're home. For good this time."

Sam nodded as he yawned. "Good, I always liked it here, always feels like home."

Dean smiled, and in a rare moment of emotions, bent down and brushed a kiss on Sam's forehead. "Good night Sammy."

"Night Dean."

Dean smiled as Sam dropped back to sleep and almost instantly started snoring. He moved around the room quietly as he stripped down to his boxers and a T-shirt before getting into his own bed. He laid back and looked up to the ceiling, sending up a silent prayer to whoever was listening and saying thank you for being able to keep Sammy safe and for giving them their new life. He felt his eyes closed and he slipped into the first dreamless sleep he's had in a very long time.