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House of the Unholy
It was a dry spell for the Winchesters. They had searched and searched for a job, but so far none had been found. To pass the time, they had stayed at Bobby's, helping him with many things around the ramshackle house. Mostly their jobs had consisted of restoration on Bobby's house although Bobby had gone through the very odd cleaning kick which prompted both Winchesters to throw Holy water on him to see if there was indeed a cleaning demon in Bobby. However, the only cleaning demon the boys had found was the old Dirt Devil that had been hidden in one of the closets, buried underneath a bunch of hunting gear. It had been nearly a month since their last job and no matter how much work Bobby gave them both Winchesters were antsy and restless.
On the weekend, Bobby let them rest if they wished or work if they wanted. Not an early bird, Dean slept in late, only woken up by the smell of bacon. Half-blind with sleep, he stumbled downstairs to see Bobby eating by himself. "Where's Sam?" Dean croaked, throat dry and scratchy from just waking up. "Went out," Bobby said through a mouthful of eggs. Sitting down to eat, Dean waited for Sam.
And he waited. And waited, and waited and waited. The longer he waited, the more concerned and agitated he got. Having been waiting for nearly three hours, Dean's nerves were frayed. The phone rang. Dean immediately pounced on it. "Hello? Hello! HELLO?" he practically screams into the mouthpiece before Bobby takes it away from him. Bobby spoke for a moment and then hung up. Opening his mouth up to speak, Dean is cut off before he can even say a syllable. "It was to let me know we'll be out of power from 4-8 tonight so they can work on the power lines."
As Bobby was speaking, the door opened and in walked Sam. Dean moved so fast that Bobby would have later sworn that he teleported over to Sam. "Where the hell have you been?" Dean said, pushing Sam against the door. "Out," was Sam's only answer who extricated himself from Dean's grasp and headed up the stairs.
About thirty minutes later, Sam headed back down to watch the game playing on the TV with Dean and Bobby. Cowboys versus Redskins and each man rooting for his team. However, as they watched, Dean continuously wondered where Sam had went to.
That week passed just like all the other weeks before it. No hunting the supernatural—nothing but a normal life. However, just like the week before it, when Dean woke upon the weekend, Sam was gone. And just like the week before, Dean went into a frenzy. He had decided he wouldn't bother Cas since he knew the angel was off doing 'angel things'—whatever that was, so he would look for Sam himself. Heading out of the house, Dean drove through the entire town looking for Sam. He spent nearly four hours looking. Not finding him, Dean headed back to Bobby's.
Walking in the door, he saw Sam sitting on the couch, watching the game. He slammed the door which made Bobby look up quickly. Stomping over, Dean stood in between the TV and Sam. "Where the hell have you been? I've been looking for you the whole damn day!" Dean grills Sam. Looking up, Sam says, "You gotta come with me next week!" This was clearly not the reaction Dean was expecting. He expected Sam to snap back, to give a sarcastic remark or something like that. "Where?" Dean was on his guard in an instant, his tone both puzzled and angry. "You'll see next week," Sam said.
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