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It had taken Dean nearly a year to stop having nightmares about Lea. He still refused to talk about her or say her name. She was there one day and dead the next. Neither brother had had time to say goodbye or tell Lea how much she meant to them.

She had always belonged to Dean, but Sam had been a little in love with her too. Lea had been a part of their lives since Sam was 12 years old and helped Sam and Dean escape the harsher realities of life while they were with her.

The boys had learned life was fragile at an early age. They had never let people get close to them until Lea. She had slipped quietly into their lives, the brothers loving her before they could turn her away.

Sam laid his head back as he said, "Good idea about Bobby's place. I am tired, so let's go pack up the stuff and head out."

Dean glanced at his brother and then back to the road. "Are you sure you saw nothing Sammy? It's so weird that we found nothing from a lead given to us by Bobby."

Sam had a pretty good idea why Bobby sent them on this lead. Lea was his niece and he knew she was alive. It must have been Bobby's way of bringing his niece home where she belonged.

Sam and Dean quickly packed up their stuff, Sam making the call to Bobby with their plans. They had most of their crap with them already, so it only took 20 minutes or so to clear out of the motel and hit the road.

Bobby had sounded surprised when Sam told him they found nothing in the club. He sounded even more surprised when Sam told him they would talk more after Dean was in bed. Bobby had better be ready to answer Sam's questions. He was in no mood to mess around with long explanations.

Sam was trying to get comfortable in the leather seat that didn't accommodate his long legs, but he found himself getting more pissed off with every mile that flew past. He couldn't believe Bobby knew Lea was alive and didn't say anything. Sam didn't know how long Bobby had known the truth, maybe he even helped fake her death.

The brothers had kept a lot of stuff from Bobby in the past, but Sam thought getting his soul back would change things. He no longer thought keeping Bobby in the dark about certain things was the right way to go. He should have told the brothers the real reason behind this last hunt.

Sam decided to rest now, because later there would be no time for sleep. Settling back in the seat as best he could, Sam turned his head away from his brother and quietly fell asleep.

Dean still had a funny feeling about the club. The only reason he left in such a hurry was to get Sam back to Bobby's place and research the vision that struck Sam so suddenly. He had to make sure Sam wasn't itching the wall Death had put up in his brain.

If humans were willingly getting bit out of some romantic belief that vampires were sexy, who was Dean to stop it? As long as the vamps were drinking and not killing, Sam had to come first.

He only hoped Sam wasn't hiding more visions. Once Yellow Eyes was ganked, Sam had been visionless. Dean could handle the visions, but not Sam lying to him. He needed to be able to trust Sam like he had before the whole Ruby/Lucifer thing.

As Dean drove the 200 miles back to Singer's Salvage, he let his thoughts wander. Driving helped Dean deal with his emotions, gave him time to think. It had always been easier pushing his feelings aside, but long drives let them rise to the surface from time to time.

Dean tried not to think of Lea often because his heart still hurt. It felt like she was still there sometimes, lying beside him in bed waiting to be kissed.

Memories assailed him before he could put up a barrier to them. Seeing her beautiful brown hair hanging down her back as he grabbed her from behind during a game of hide-and-seek; remembering the way Lea's skin smelled after they made love in her dad's barn, the way her heart felt beating against his chest or the taste of her skin as he ran kisses down her neck.

Choking on his thoughts, Dean sat up straighter in his seat and tried to think of something else. '

'Why do I do this to myself?', he thought. 'What made me think of Lea after all this time?'

Shaking his head, Dean turned up the AC/DC song that had just come on his stereo. Singing helped to push her face from his mind. Chugging down the rest of his cold coffee, Dean concentrated on the song and the road curving before him into the night.

It was nearly 4 am when Dean pulled into Bobby's drive. He got out quietly to open the gate to the salvage yard, not wanting to wake Sam. As he sat back in the driver's seat, Dean jumped at Sam's words.

"We're here already? What time is it?" Dean heard Sam say in a drowsy voice.

"Crap dude! I thought you were asleep." Dean said as he punched Sam in the arm.

"Hey! It's not my fault your jumpy Dean. You knew I was in the car, what did you expect?" Sam pulled himself to full sitting position and rubbed his eyes sleepily.

"Besides you have been singing to that mullet rock crap for the last hundred miles. Who could sleep under those conditions?"

Sam had nearly forgotten what news was waiting for Dean today. He wanted to go inside quickly to talk with Bobby before getting trying to sleep again. Even though Sam doubted he would get much after hearing what Bobby had to say.

As Sam stepped from the Impala he noticed the lights were on, but Bobby's car was gone.

"Bastard," Sam muttered.

"Excuse me, what did you say?" Dean suddenly appeared in front of Sam with an odd look on his face.

Sam turned around and headed to the trunk to get his bag.

"I was clearing my throat." Sam said hurriedly.

"It doesn't look like Bobby is here. Wonder where he is off to so early in the morning." Sam said as he had grabbed both his and Dean's bag from the trunk.

Stalking past Dean, he left his baffled brother to slam the trunk closed and follow Sam inside. Dean chalked up Sam's odd behavior to sleeping in the cramped car.

There was a note on the door saying, "We will talk later, I'm sure. Had something important to do in town and will be back in the afternoon. Bobby."

Dean headed towards the stairs, leaping up a few steps before turning to Sam saying, "I get the shower first and top bunk. Little brothers are always on the bottom."

"That didn't sound right Dean. A stranger would think you were a perv." Sam yelled up after him as he headed to the kitchen for a sandwich.

He would be up at least another hour if he wanted a shower. Sam didn't know if he would get back to sleep if he had too much time to think about Lea. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew Dean was going to be pissed and hurt at the same time.

Sam would do almost anything to stop the pain he knew was coming, but Dean needed to know the truth. He figured it would be better to know Lea was alive and well then to think she had burnt up in a fire.

Sam finished his sandwich he didn't remember making before moved into the living room to wait for Dean to finish in the bathroom. As he settled onto the worn sofa, Sam felt himself slipping into his thoughts, thinking about the past and how Lea seeing Dean today would change everything.