A knocking sounded o the door. Bobby looked up from the newspaper he was reading. He sood up and walked to the door, his knees cracking. He looked through the peep hole.
It was Dean.
Bobby quickly unlocked the door and swung it open. Den stood there, his hands in his pockets.
"Hey. " He said, looking down. "Sorry for not calling. We need to talk."
Bobby glanced over Dean quickly before leading him inside.
"What happened? Where's Sam?" He asked quickly, glancing over seemed nervous.
"He's in the car. Uh. um, I have a favor to ask."
"Well, what is it?" Bobby demanded, getting more and more nervous.
"It has to do with-" before Dean could finish his sentence, The two men heard the front door swing open. Bobby sighed.
"Come on in, Sam." He said. Dean had frozen.
A little boy, wearing one of Dean's shirts and a pair of shorts ran into the room. He launched himself onto dean and curled around his middle.
"Momma, I woke up, and you were gone!" He yelped, curling around Dean tighter. Dean gave him a quick hug.
Bobby stared.
"Boy, what is going on?" He asked. The child looked vaguely like Dean, with his green eyes and freckles. Dean peeled the kid away from his stomach and put him down.
"Steve, go find Sammy, okay?" He said. Steve nodded and ran back out the door barefoot, a wide smile on his face. Dean sighed.
"We need to talk."