A/N: Sorry it's so short! I wanted to put something up as to not make anyone wait to long! Last chapter on the way soon!
Special Note - Solana1, yes, you are making perfect sense! I totally understand what you were saying. Personally, I just found the ep, a good way to make a sequal to a LOT of my other Supernatural fics! :D In this chapter and the next you'll find reference to Guilt and No Guilt (formally Not Guilty).
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The drive to their destination was quiet as Dean kept his promise and let Sam lie down in the back. It wasn't the most comfortable place to lie down but for the younger hunter it beat sitting in the front on his still sore backside.
Dean gave a small smile as he remembered the pout on his baby's brother face while he tried to glare at him. If Dean had been a girl he would have said his baby brother looked 'cute'.
He drove slower then normal, trying to make sure he missed every bump in the road so as to not wake the sleeping boy. He hadn't told Sam where they were going. He'd expected a fight about not disclosing that information but Sam had been too sore to dare argue with him about not knowing.
Sam had spent the morning and afternoon reading a book Dean had picked up from him at the gas station he'd stopped at before they took off. Now, he'd finally fallen asleep, his breathing evening out about an hour before.
Dean gave a happy sigh as the quiet gave him time to think about what he was going to tell Bobby. Looking through his review mirror at his brother he couldn't help but wince. Yup, there was the guilt coming from punching his baby brother.
If he was feeling guilty then, Dean knew, Bobby would be able to see it. What was he going to tell Bobby? Dean sighed as he murmured to himself, "Apparently the truth."
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It was quarter after six when the impala finally pulled up to the house that had been their main source of stability all their lives.
In the back, still lying down, Sam let out a whimper, "We could just not go in."
Dean let out a scoff, "You think he won't come out here."
"He's already coming, isn't he?" Sam asked with a whine.
"Yup, let's go." Dean ordered, hiding the wince that wanted to come when he saw Bobby heading towards them at a faster rate.
Sam hadn't even fully gotten out of the car when Dean put the car keys in his hands and pushed him towards the trunk to get their things out. The younger Winchester didn't protest as he didn't want to see Bobby any sooner then he knew he was going to.
"Hey Bobby," Dean greeted with a wide grin.
Bobby wasted no time in spinning the older Winchester around and applying several swift swats to his backside.
"What the hell Bobby," Dean yelped.
"What time did I tell you to get here?" Bobby demanded to know.
"By supper," Dean answered, unable to keep a hint of cheek in his voice. A raised eyebrow from the irate hunter in front of him changed his mind, "Which is at 6."
"What time is it?" Bobby's voice was deceptively calm.
"Umm…" Dean looked at his watch, "6:16."
"Two minutes," Bobby growled out, "then you better be at the table or both of you will be having a hard time sitting still through supper."
With that the older man stormed back into the house.
Dean gave a soft sigh before starting to walk towards the house. He spoke over his shoulder, "Let's go Sam."
Sam followed keeping close to his brother. He couldn't help but think to all the times they'd played this song and dance with either Bobby or their dad. Both boys may have been in trouble but Dean always made sure to put himself in the path of any warning swats that were to come. It was evident even now by the way Dean was alternating between leading the way and pushing Sam in front of him.
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The Winchester brothers' were thrilled when the tension ridden supper finally came to end. Bobby hadn't bothered to try and make small talk throughout the meal.
Bobby did his best to not glare at the duo at his table. Oh he knew that he shouldn't be mad at Dean…at least not yet; however, he had been able to draw his own conclusions about what Dean had done by watching the two young hunters interacted with each other.
The eldest hunter had noted the marks on both boys; after a hunt it wasn't that uncommon for any one of them to come back with some sort of a…memento. There had been something about the way Dean had ushered his brother to the trunk of the car while not looking at him that had cause Bobby's radar to go up.
Dean's maneuvering of Sam from the car to their bedroom and then down to the dining room, in and of itself, wasn't unusual. It was the more then usual intense look about Dean while doing so that caused Bobby to glance over Sam with a more critical eye.
It was a mix of the two boys that gave everything away. Dean kept staring at his baby brother until Sam finally gave him a light kick under the table. Dean looked chagrined and focused on his food…for all of two minutes.
Growing irritated Bobby was ready to tell the two boys to settle down and finish eating. Instead he followed Dean's gaze to Sam's jaw. As he did so Sam gave his mouth and jaw a slight rub and gave Dean a rueful grin, letting him know he was ok.
It was all Bobby could to do not to upend the older brother right then and there. 'I warned that boy,' Bobby growled silently to himself. There were no further thoughts as he went back to eating and pretending he saw nothing of interest.
It wasn't until they'd all taken their final bite that he spoke, "You did all the driving."
The words were directed at Dean and weren't a question. Still though, Dean felt the need to answer, "Yes, sir."
"Shower," It was a single word command and the boys shared a look. Bobby's eyes traveled to Sam, "Corner."
Words of protest died on the lips of the two younger hunters as the eldest made to stand. Twin yes sirs sounded as the two jumped from their seats to do as they were told.
Sam stopped in the threshold of the living room, "Dean…"
"Just go Sam," Dean ordered. As an after thought he added, "I'll be quick."
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Eleven minutes later Dean was stumbling out of his room, after depositing his dirty clothes, and into the hall only to find himself being pushed back in.
He looked up, ready to snap at who ever had pushed him. His words caught in his throat as he stared into the angry eyes of Bobby Singer.
"Something you want to tell me boy?" Bobby's voice showed that there were no secrets.
"I was mad," Dean explained, knowing there was no need to explain what he'd done, "Castiel said he'd stop him Bobby. I'm not gonna lose him after everything!"
"And that gives you the right to hit him Jonathon Dean?" Bobby growled. Dean refused to look at the older man. Bobby nodded his head, "Fine, top of my dresser, go get it."
Dean's eyes went wide, "Bobby?"
TBC…
