Chapter Two

A few hours later…

"It's worse this time. Normally he would kill things violently, smash shit up, anything. He's making himself numb by staying drunk."

"Shit. Stupid idjit." Bobby paused thoughtfully for a moment, "Do you think that… You know that… Were they…" Bobby took a deep breath then quickly, "Do you think Dean and the angel were bumping uglies?"

Sam didn't answer right away. "If you'd asked me that a few months ago I would've laughed the question off. Now…I'm so not sure."

Even though he'd asked, Bobby was surprised at Sam's serious consideration of the question.

"There's no question that Dean loves women. Hell it's amazing Ben didn't turn out to be his with as many women as he's been with. Condoms are not 100% effective you know." Sam shook his head at the thought of a little Dean running around somewhere.

"Somehow I doubt that Dean would've done anything even if he had feeling for Castiel. You know he thinks he doesn't deserve to be happy and I've never seen any indication of him being into men…except…"

"What?" Bobby asked when Sam didn't continue.

"That time when Gabriel put us in TV Land…there was this one…show, where Dean knew all of the characters and…he uhhhh…seemed a little fangirlish over the main male character…realized it was Gabriel right away…said that 'part of what makes Dr. Sexy sexy is fact that he wears cowboy boots'."

Bobby chuckled, momentarily forgetting his worry over Dean. "Wish I coulda seen that."

"Be happy you weren't there. That one wasn't so bad but there was this game show that punched you in the nuts if you got an answer wrong and a commercial where I had to pretend to have an STD." Sam winced at the memory, "It was horrible."

That, of course, just made Bobby laugh louder.

"Just a second, it sounds like Dean's done with his shower." Sam took the phone away from his mouth and yelled out to Dean, "I'm gonna run out and get breakfast. Any requests?"

"Pie," Dean shouted from behind the bathroom door.

"Okay, but I'm going to get you some real food too."

"Whatever you say mom," Dean sarcastically called out in reply.

Sam grabbed the keys off of the nightstand and exited the room before talking to Bobby again.

"Okay. We can talk again."

"Doesn't sound too different if you ask me," Bobby commented.

"I'm pretty sure that he's hoping that if he pretends last night didn't happen and acts normal that I'll let it go," Sam sighed, wishing he knew what to do. "We've gotta do something Bobby. Preferably before we face something tougher than a slightly irate ghost."

"You boys 'bout done with that case?"

"We haven't technically started it yet. Should be a simple salt and burn. I'm pretty sure I figured out who the ghost is last night based on a couple of stories floating around on the internet. We should be in the town by this afternoon and it'd probably be best to wait until dark to dig him up."

"I'll find something easy close to my place and call you back. Give you boys an excuse to come visit."

"That sounds good. Any idea on how we should deal with Dean?"

Bobby had been thinking about that since Sam called. Dean was sure to clam right up if they tried to talk about it. "I was thinking that we don't know for sure that the angel's dead. Boy's died and come back enough times to be a Winchester," Bobby laughed; he'd never dare to admit what it did to him every time one of his boys bit it.

"Yeah, we have a habit of doing that," Sam commented wryly.

"Maybe we should try summoning him and if that doesn't work hit the books?"

"It's definitely worth a try," Sam agreed. "We should probably keep what we're doing away from Dean though. He's not handling this well at all and I'd hate to think how bad off he'd be if we actually got his hopes up and failed."

"Right then. Well how about we keep him busy reading up on the Leviathan. He doesn't have to know a thing until we find something that works."

"It's better than doing nothing," Sam opened the Impala's driver's side door and slid into the car.

"I'll give you boys a call as soon as I find a nice easy case, pretend I have something going on and that I need you boys to take care of it."

"Thanks Bobby. Bye."

"You keep that idjit in your sight as much as possible. I'll talk to you later."

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