Bobby kicked the two boys out of the house as soon as Castiel left. There was absolutely no point for those two idjits to be moping around waiting for him to return. Dean especially. Bobby was trying to find a hunt. Anything would do.

Ever since Castiel took over Heaven after Team Free Will, as they called themselves, defeated Raphael, the world seemed to be a quieter place. There were fewer and fewer signs of demonic activity as time went on. Bobby didn't know if that was due to the new management upstairs or if the Crowley had better command of his demons. Either way, he wasn't going to complain about it. What he was going to complain about was the intruders setting up camp in his house.

He was well aware that his home was the only home the boys really had, but something had to give. Dean had a baby on the way and needed a home of his own. Sam would probably be with him; where one brother was, the other wasn't far behind.

It took a while for him to find something, having to look outside the immediate area, but that was okay with him. The farther away they went, the longer he had his house to himself. Now, if nothing came up before sending the boys on their way, everything would be fine and dandy.


Outside, Sam and Dean were out in the junkyard with Dean underneath the hood of a car and Sam close by reading some random, obscure book on angel mythology. Dean questioned why he was reading about it, but let him anyway. He was most likely looking up what a half-human-half-angel hybrid would be like. Dean didn't worry, though, somehow their dumb luck kicked in when they needed it the most.

They continued their worked while sipping on beer, the comfortable silence both did not know all too well considering their history. There were no underlying tension, feelings of betrayal nor of having to constantly watch their back. It was the life both hoped for and wished would last longer this time.

Hours later, there was the sound of footsteps walking up the front drive. Although this was practically Hunter Headquarters, no one usually showed up except for Crowley when he was in a puckish mood. Whoever need something would show up, ask a few questions and then leave, but something didn't feel right in Dean's gut.

After a few minutes, Dean walked in with the excuse of getting another beer. Opening the back door, he could have sworn the voices sounded familiar. It was impossible of course. One, the voices he thought he heard were dead. There was absolutely no sign otherwise. Two… There was no other reason. Yes, there were things that could resurrect people, but it was unheard people coming back after so long. Yes, there was their grandfather, but that had to be a one-time thing.

Turning around that corner, he called out "Yo, Bobby. Who are you taking…?"

He could get the rest of his question out. The people in front of him were no other than his parents. He wanted to go up and hug them, but it had to be a trick. There were creatures that could make this happen. Djinns could make him believe in anything. He would be living the dream, if only Cas was around more often. That would be the only thing that could have made things perfect.

Dean's first reaction should have been to look at Bobby to even see if this was real. It couldn't have. It should have been impossible, but he could help but stare at the woman he just knew was his mother. The woman that he lost at the young age of four and the other reason he had for a long time just to keep going.

No matter how improbable, Bobby had to have done the tests. They had to stand under a devil's trap in order to be where they were standing. There was some relief at the thought, but the knot in his chest just continued to grow. Sparing a glance at his father, the reason for the growing knot, he just hoped that his mother would make it all better, just like she always did when he was younger.