Title: Look What I Found! (Possession 'verse)

Fandom: Supernatural

Genre: Humor/Romance

Rating: PG-15

Pairing: Sam/Dean

Spoilers: Through Season 3

Disclaimer: I own a box of Wheat Thins and really that's about it at the moment….

Summery: Bobby's not surprised to see Sam standing on his doorstep, he stops by now and again, what he's surprised by is the hesitant, confused-puppy look in eyes that had been empty for years.

AN: and by popular demand…the next installment of the Possession 'Verse. No porn in this one…let's give poor Sam some time to adjust, huh? I promise some next time….

Bobby's not surprised to see Sam standing on his doorstep. Sam still stops by every now and again, usually when he's working a job in the area though he never stays longer then an hour or two. Bobby understands that for what it is; Sam hates being around people for any length of time, he knows he makes them uncomfortable, but he does it to let Bobby know he's still alive--in the literal definition anyway. So, Sam being here wasn't surprising, what was surprising was the hesitant, confused-puppy look in eyes that had been so empty since his brother's time ran out.

Sam shuffled his feet and offered Bobby and nervous smile. It was such a typical pre-deal Sam expression that Bobby had an irrational moment of expecting to see Dean appear next to him like always. His next thought was that Sam was possessed.

Since the former was impossible and a tattoo prevented the latter, Bobby opened the door wider and let Sam in.

"Sam, it's good to see you again," Bobby greeted him carefully, trying to get a read on his mental state.

"You too, Bobby it's been a while," Sam replied, still fidgeting for some, as yet unidentifiable, reason.

"Everything okay, Sam?" Bobby asked warily. Usually he considered that a stupid question, nothing had been okay for Sam for three years, but something was off.

"Yes--well, I mean…Oh hell, can we sit down?" Sam ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

Bobby nodded and motioned for Sam to lead the way into the kitchen, not really trusting him behind him until he had a fix on the situation. Sam flashed a half-smile that wasn't really his but still seemed familiar somehow and sat down at the well worn table. Bobby took the seat opposite him and waited. Something had snapped Sam out of the emotional zombie he'd been for three years and Bobby wasn't moving until he found out what.

&x&

Sam sat down and tried to find a decent opening statement. He wasn't having much luck. Bobby knew something was up, it was painfully obvious and he was as good an observer as any hunter, but that was only going to make it harder to get an explanation out.

Goddamnit, Sam! Just spit it out already! It's not that hard, Dean snapped exasperated.

Sam was in control at the moment but that had a tendency to last only as long as it took Dean to get fed up with any given situation.

I'm trying to find away to say it so we don't get tied down and you exorcised. Sam snapped back. Let me think!

Dean grumbled something about binding links and hot pokers but Sam ignored him, no mean feat he might add.

"Sam?" Bobby prompted.

"Sorry, Bobby. I'm just trying to figure out how to explain this," Sam said.

"Why don't you just start at the beginning," Bobby suggested.

Sam let out a breath and nodded. "Well, a few days ago I took this job, just a routine poltergeist, nothing special. Anyway, it got a lucky hit on me and took out a chunk of my tattoo."

Bobby visibly started. "Sam…"

Sam held up his hands. "I'm fine, Bobby."

"No demon problems then?" Bobby asked.

Sam knew he was calculating how far the holy water was.

"Well, that's the thing…" Sam started but suddenly found himself shunted back to being an observer.

Dean! He snapped. Fucking impatient idiot!

"I got this, Sam. Jesus, we'd be here all night at your pace," Dean said aloud in Sam's voice.

Bobby had gotten up and was backing toward the flask of holy water on the counter.

See, if you get splashed it's your own damn fault, Sam couldn't help but feel a bit vindicated.

Shut up Sam. "Bobby, calm down. I'm not going to steal your entrails or something," Dean said.

Dean, Sam groaned. That's not comforting! He was getting used to Dean's new…um, imagery?…but he doubted Bobby would see it a just a little side-effect of hell right now. Give me back my body damnit, before you get yourself exorcised!

Sam felt Dean's acquiescence and held up his hands in a placating manner, backing away slowly to give Bobby some space.

"Sorry, he just, you know Dean, he gets impatient," Sam said.

"Dean?" Bobby looked about as gob smacked as Sam had felt.

"Yeah, see that's the thing. He uh, well, he's in here." Sam tapped the side of his skull. "As a demon, not evil, just, kind of like Ruby." Sam tried to explain. He was fairly sure he butchered it horribly. Really though, how does one explain that their long gone brother is now a demon in their head?

"Dean?" Bobby said again.

"Right here, Bobby." Dean said, usurping control again much to Sam's annoyance. They were going to have to lay some ground rules about that. "Looks like College-boy has lost his mastery of the English language but yes, I'm here. And really wanting a beer--minus the holy water please."

"Right," Bobby muttered, still somewhat in shock.

Sam knew how he felt.

Bobby went over to the fridge and pulled out two beers, but he was careful not to turn his back on them.

The distrust was understandable but it still stung a little for Dean, Sam could feel it. Dean accepted the beer carefully, making sure not to make any sudden movements and sat back down at the table. He tried to keep Sam's posture as relaxed and unthreatening as possible. Sam wasn't sure it was working or not.

"What happened?" Bobby asked finally, cautiously sitting back down.

Dean shrugged. "I was in Hell. I got out. I found Sam. Not much to tell really."

Sam made a mental noise of despair at Dean's woeful account. Nut shelling was all well in good in some circumstances but not now.

Got something to say? Dean asked.

Yes. Give me my damn body back! Sam snarled.

In a minute, Sam. And you say I'm the impatient one?

Sam made another frustrated noise and started singing Kelly Clarkson lyrics in his head; something he'd found out that morning annoyed Dean to no end.

Dean made a face and Bobby frowned at the reaction. "What's wrong?" He asked warily.

"Sam's being a little bitch, that's what!" Dean growled. "Here!"

Jerk. Sam replied smugly as Dean retreated snarling incoherently about things worse than Hell.

"Sam?" Bobby asked, seeing the shift in posture and expression now that he knew what to look for.

"Yeah, I'm back." Sam said. "Anyway, you see why I'm here."

Bobby nodded. "So, he's not evil then?"

Sam shook his head. "No, he's still Dean, just with a few extra…issues."

And cool powers! Dean added mentally, obviously done ranting for now.

"Issues," Bobby said it with the same tone Sam had the first time. It was lacking, true, but Sam had yet find a thesaurus that contained a synonym that accurately portrayed the situation. Issues would have to do for now.

"Look, I know this is a lot to swallow right now--believe me. I'm still having trouble with it, but Bobby, I have Dean back and that makes any issues worth it." Sam said.

Awww, Sam, you're gonna make me cry.

Shut up.

Dean just sang a few lines from some cheesy love song which Sam pointedly ignored.

"So what, you're just going to go around possessed from now on? Sam, you are going to run into other hunters and that wont end well whether it's just Dean or not." Bobby said.

"Yeah, that's what I wanted to talk to you about." Sam nodded. "We're going to do a binding link to forestall any exorcisms in the mean time, but we need to get his body back."

"His body?"

"Dean say's it's somewhere in Hell, but if we could get it back…" Sam explained.

"Sam, you're talking about walking into Hell!" Bobby shouted.

Sam nodded seriously. "I know, but I failed to save Dean once. I won't a second time." He said, and like those rare times when Sam had felt strongly about something since the deal, his powers reacted, rattling the window panes and the few dishes on the counter top.

Dean gave a whoop of encouragement and added a bit of his own strength sending a plate tumbling to the floor.

Damn, we're going to make a kick-ass duo, Psychic-boy. Dean enthused.

Sam smiled faintly and forced himself to relax. He knew that any show of his powers still made Bobby uneasy from time to time. Especially after what he saw him do to Lilith.

Bobby rubbed at his beard. "Jesus, how do you always get into these situations, boys?" There was acceptance in the tone and the fond exasperation that had always been there for them before. "You're going to need a plan if you're going to do this without getting killed."

Sam felt himself leap out of the chair and catch Bobby in a rough hug, but didn't chastise Dean for taking over.

"Thanks Bobby," Dean said gruffly.

"Yeah, well, just try and stay out of my Traps." Bobby responded.

Dean pulled back with a grin. "Will do."

&x&

Sam stretched out on the bed in Bobby's guestroom with a contented sigh, luxuriating in the warm sensations of companionship he'd shunned for so long. Dean was humming Metallica in his head but quiet enough for it not to be an annoyance. Sam was thrilled at Bobby's wry acceptance of his--their--new situation. He had dreaded that it would go very badly and was relieved by Bobby's insistence on helping with the problem of Dean's body.

Hey Dean? Sam asked, thinking of something.

Yeah? the Metallica humming stopped.

Do you know how to get in contact with Ruby? Sam asked.

Uh, I know a way yeah, but not one you'd care to try. Dean replied after a moment. His tone was laced with the same uncomfortableness that it held whenever he spoke about Hell.

Why not? Sam was curious.

Because it involves a significant amount of blood, as in throat slashing. Dean said bluntly.

Oh. Sam fell silent.

Yeah, there was a bitter amusement in Dean's tone.

Do you want to talk… Sam offered uncertainly.

No. Dean said flatly.

Sam didn't press. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what Dean had gone though, but he wanted his brother to know he was there for him.

Hey, that chick in the gas station was totally checking me out. Dean said.

Sam went with the subject change. She was checking me out. It's my body.

Maybe, but I make you look good. Dean grinned mentally.

Sam rolled his eyes. Whatever, Dean.

Seriously Sam, we could have totally picked her up. Dean continued.

Not going to happen, Dean. Not ever. Sam said firmly.

Why? Afraid she's only going to like you because of me? Dean teased.

I'm not going to hook up with some random girl, and certainly not with you in my head. Sam replied.

Fine, I'll do it then.

Still my body, Dean Sam pointed out. He could feel Dean pouting.

C'mon, Sam, Live a little. Dean whined. Don't believe what they say; blue balls can be lethal.

Sam groaned. Dean, shut up.

Fine then. Dean sounded way too amused.

Dean… Sam tried to sit up without success.

He definitely needed to lay some ground rules about this!

Dean! Sam said firmly. You can't just take over whenever you feel like it!

Technically I can, but in this case it's for your own good. Dean replied cheerfully, standing up and heading out of the room.

No. Whatever it is you are planning, no. Sam snarled.

You need to lighten up. I've seen what you've done since I was gone. You've had exactly zip fun and I intend to change that. Dean said heading into the living room.

Bobby looked at them curiously from the couch as Dean flashed him a grin. "Going out for a bit, we'll be back."

"Dean," Bobby had figured out which was in control at any given time scarily fast.

Sam just hoped he was as adept at telling when Dean was up to something.

"We're just going out for a drink," Dean said.

"Uh-huh, let me talk to Sam." Bobby said skeptically.

Apparently he was able to tell. Yay Bobby.

Dean frowned. "I'm not allowed to go for a drink?"

"Sam please, Dean." Bobby said firmly.

Sam felt all traces of Dean's mischievous amusement vanish. If it looked like he was dragging Sam anywhere against his will, no matter how innocuous his intentions, he could lose all trust from Bobby.

Refusing to let Sam talk would look just as bad.

Sorry Sam, Dean mumbled and retreated farther back into Sam's mind then he'd ever gone before. He knew he'd screwed up.

Sam just smiled at Bobby. "It's fine, we're just going to hit a bar. Dean's been craving some whisky and you're all out," he replied easily.

He could feel Dean's start of surprise.

"Be careful," Bobby grunted then, dismissing them.

Sam walked out the front door and over to the Impala.

Sammy? Dean asked hesitantly.

Just a drink, Dean. No women. Sam replied.

Okay, Dean agreed and Sam felt him mentally snuggle closer. I don't really want to share anyway.

Sam frowned as he started the car. What does that mean?

Nothing, Sammy. C'mon you promised me whisky. Dean replied.

Sam bit his lip but let Dean evade the question. They were going to have to talk about this eventually.

Just…not now.

He put Metallica into the tape deck and drove off, Dean singing along happily in his head.

End