AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! I know. I promised this yesterday. BUT MOTHER FREAKING NATURE POPPED IN FOR A VISIT AND I'M NOT EMOTIONALLY ABLE TO DEAL WITH IT THIS MONTH! But really if you saw my Twitter post on it being "shark week" it really is and I'm out of balance...again. To those who don't really know, I'm an Empath and sometimes we get out of balance and it can wreck havoc on us. So since it's that time of the month and with me being out of balance, my emotions are all over the place. Also, I think I'm going through my awakening so that makes everything a lot worse. If you've been through your awakening already, HOW THE *car horn sound* DID YOU SURVIVE?! *dies* Anyways. If you've been reading Game On (Rewrite) you'll see it's a completed story. Well there's a couple of Author's Notes to explain what's going on and why the story had ceased. It will remain up though so one day I'll return to it and it can truly be completed, but for now, it's over. I apologize you if just found it and are now questioning what's going on, but the AN's explain it all. Thank you all for your continued love and support! I really appreciate it and I love you all! Kiss! Now this story wasn't up on the board but it's been floating around in my mind for the last several years and it kinda faded to the background and now it popped up again like "WRITE ME ALREADY BITCH!" and I'm like "Okay! Jeez." So yeah. This is a long time story that's overdue. But I think you'll like it. It's been a while since I did a story in the earlier seasons. Without further ado, let's rock and roll!

Summary: Set season 2 after ELAC. AU! Sam and Dean are not getting along at all, and Sam hates not having his brother. Sam decides they need some space and takes up a solo hunt, and leaves in the middle of the night. What happens when things go south? Stay tuned.

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Going Solo

Sam winced as the backdoor slammed shut. He and Dean had gotten into another fight. Ever since their dad died, they haven't been getting along too well. In fact, Sam was beginning to think that he lost his brother for good, and in place of his Dean he got a cold and harsh robot. Sam sighed and couldn't think of what to do. He shook his head and headed to laundry room when the timer on the dryer buzzed. He took out his clothes and put the wet shower towels in next. He figured since they've been staying at Bobby's for a period of time, Sam could at least help him keep the house clean. He had dusted, vacuumed, swept, scrubbed, and now it was laundry time.

"You know I could've gotten those towels." Bobby said coming from behind.

"I know. But you've been busy outside with Mr. Odinson's car. Besides it's the least I can do. Dean won't me anywhere near the Impala or him for that matter." Sam's voice faltered at the last part.

"I know it's been tough, but he'll bounce back." Bobby tried to reassure him.

"Not this time. Dean wants dad and he's stuck with me." Sam said sadly, tears welling up in his eyes.

Bobby sighed sadly. He hated that his boys weren't doing so well, but there's not much he could do and he hated it.

"I think we just need a break, so I've been looking into a few hunts." Sam said heading into the living with his laundry basket and sat it down in front of the couch. He took a seat and began folding his clothes neatly.

"A solo hunt? Not sure it'll fly with Dean." Bobby said sitting down at his desk.

"Not like he'd care at the moment. Like I said, he'd rather have dad." Sam said.

'Oh Sammy.' Bobby thought. "Alright. What kind of hunt?"

"There's one in Montana. People have been going missing and showing up with no heart or any organs for that matter, eyes gouged out, covered head to toe literally in what seems like claw marks." Sam said folding a pair of jeans on placing them in the basket.

"Werewolf?" Bobby asked.

"No. Too early in the cycle and last I checked they don't gouge out their victims eyes." Sam said.

"Hmm. Strange indeed. When do you leave?" Bobby asked.

"I'll sometime in the night or early morning. Dean won't notice either way." Sam said.

Bobby sighed at that last comment but Sam was right. Dean hasn't really been paying much attention to Sam at all these last few weeks, and the two fought a lot. Maybe Sam was right. They needed a break. But a solo hunt? Dean would murder Sam. On any normal day but this wasn't a normal day. So Bobby allowed it. With some ground rules of course.

"You call me boy, you hear? Not just when you need me, you check in every two hours. If I have to call you, you will be grounded. I mean it." Bobby said sternly. "If you can't handle it call me or Joshua. If you get hurt you better patch yerself up good. If yer hurt bad, go to the hospital and use my last name. Them's the rules."

"Yes mom." Sam chuckled.

Bobby chuckled as well. It felt good to his boy smile again, even if it was short lived. Bobby made sure Sam ate and when Dean stormed out of the house again, he gave Sam the keys to his truck.

Dean was still working on the Impala at midnight and Sam thought it was a good time to leave. He told Bobby bye and promised to call in the morning. Bobby watched as Sam left and headed inside. He prayed this separation was a good idea.

'You better make it home in one piece boy.' Bobby thought to himself and went inside. He needed to get some sleep before Dean realized Sam was gone and blew a gasket.

Oh boy. Mommy Bobby is not happy with this plan. Wonder what Dean will do when he finds out?

Until Next Time! *throws up because I'm still out of balance*