Chapter 4

The next morning Dean woke up to the smell of coffee, eggs, and bacon. Either Sam made himself at home in the kitchen, which he doubted, or Bobby was fixing to really lay it on thick with whoever he had called in to help. Dean sighed, sat up, and kicked his duffel bag out from under the bag with his foot. Rummaging through it, he found a clean shirt, underwear, and his shaving kit and headed towards the bathroom. When he came out Sam was in the hallway leaning against the door jam with a cup of coffee in one hand and a newspaper in the other. He looked up from what he was reading and nodded.

"Coffee's good." he grunted and looked back at the paper. Dean nodded.

"Food?" Dean questioned. Sam shrugged.

"Depends on how strong your stomach is. There's hot sauce and salsa to help on the table."

"Shut yer pie holes and sit down to something other than gut wagon chow. I've something to say to both of you." Came Bobby's disgruntled voice from the kitchen.

Dean edged around Sam's large body, who held his arms up so Dean could pass, and sat at the table. Sam folded his long legs under the table, but didn't make a grab for any of the food. Bobby's cooking skills were much like his fathers, if it wasn't black it was edible, and hot sauce or salsa always made it palatable. Dean smiled and dug in, memories of the few times his Dad made breakfast for him rambling around in his head. He glanced at Sam, his nose in the paper, making faces each time he sipped his coffee.

Would Sam have laughed, thinking the same thing? No, Dean doubted that Sam would have remembered a morning where Dad had cooked them breakfast. He sighed. Sam glanced over at him and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Ok, so what gives?" Sam smirked and looked at Bobby, who was in the process of shoveling in a mouthful of hot sauce soaked eggs. He paused, mumbled something, and resumed eating. Dean nearly dropped his fork, eyes bulging, appetite gone.

"I'm sorry, I thought you just said warlock." Sam snorted and shuffled in his chair, snapping the paper back up. Dean glared at him, then back to Bobby.

"Oh you have fucking got to be kidding me! He needs to get his soul BACK not get it eaten by some fluid spewing, demon bitch from hell Bobby. C'mon!" Dean sat back in his chair with a disgusted look on his face. Bobby looked at Dean calmly, continuing to eat.

"Unreal, you are unfreakin' real. You mean to tell me that you asked a warlock ... how the hell do you even KNOW a warlock for that matter ... to help get my brother's soul back? For fuck's sake it'll eat it before we even get our damn hands on it!" Bobby sighed.

"Boy, do you really think I'm that stupid? You think I just hopped off the noob hunter's wagon? SHE, not IT, is the most powerful warlock I know. And who else, other than Cas, who is NOT here by the way, would you suggest? Warlocks know all about souls, so I figured it was worth a try to call and see if she'd even give me a call back. She did, she's offered to help, and on her way here. And before you spout your mouth off to me one more time, let me remind you that there is NO WAY Crowley has Sam's soul and NO WAY that bagging one simple alpha will get it back even if he DID have it which I am not convinced that he does." Bobby shoved his chair back and tossed the remains of breakfast in the garbage can. He tossed his dishes in the sink, turned back to Dean, and leaned against the cabinet.

"So the way I see it you have one of two choices, live with Ice Man here, or see what she can do to help out." Sam rolled his eyes and looked at Dean. Dean rubbed his face and fixed Sam with a glare, shaking his head.

"You," he said pointing his finger at Sam, "had damn well better appreciate this." He went back to eating his breakfast and Sam went back to reading the paper. A few minutes later Sam put the paper down and regarded Dean with a serious look.

"What?" Dean asked through a mouth full of eggs, bacon, and toast, some of which was falling all over the table. Sam shook his head and got up to walk outside on the porch.

"Bobby! So when is Mary Poppins showing up anyway?" Dean yelled from the kitchen.

"Midnight," he yelled back from his study, "so find something to occupy your hyperactive obnoxious ass and let me get back to work! Sam!" Sam walked back in to the house and into Bobby's study.

"Yeah?" he said. Bobby motioned to his laptop.

"Put your brain to good use and start researching the list over there on that pile of books for me." Sam picked up the list and looked at it.

Bobby didn't just help out him and Dean on cases. Bobby was a one man Hunter go-to hotline. He had information on damn near everything a hunter hunted, including how to kill it. He also operated different phone lines depending on what situation the hunter was caught in. If you got into a spot where someone needed to verify your badge, the number on the card read a line that rang in Bobby's home. And his phones rang constantly and at all hours of the night. Bobby only worried about the times that the phones didn't ring. Alot of people depended on Bobby and the research he'd handed Sam was part of what he did for the hunting community.

Dean grabbed his jacket and headed towards the door, glancing back as Sam began looking up whatever monster was on the top of the to do list. Bobby was already on the phone talking to some other hunter and quietly stepped out the front door. He walked over to the Impala and smiled.

"It's just me and you baby." He rubbed his hands together, an eager look in eyes, and dug his keys out of his pocket. "First I'm going to crawl all over you, put my hands in all your naughty places, then I'm going oil you up, grease you down, and rub you all over like only I know how." He slid behind the wheel and turned on some music. Sweet Home Alabama thrummed through the cars speakers and Dean sighed happily. "Oh yeah, baby, Daddy's gonna take all day, slow and easy." he chuckled to himself as he rolled the windows down and started to work on the car.

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