"Bobby?" Dean walked around the house trying to find Bobby. Dean looked in every room. He wasn't anywhere in the house. Dean placed his backpack on the couch in the living room. Walking to the backdoor, Dean saw Bobby out in the junk yard with all the cars. Dean smiled yet slightly nervous of how Bobby could react.
Bobby was working on a car when Dean stood behind him. "Bobby?"
Hearing Dean, Bobby jumped hitting his head on the hood of a car. "Balls," Bobby muttered rubbing the back of his head turning around. "Dean don't sn—" Bobby's eyes went wide as he realized Dean was standing in front of him. "Dean, what are you doing here?"
Dean shrugged. "I was wondering if I could talk to you."
"Son, your daddy is worried sick about you," Bobby whipped his hands on a towel that was hanging from his back pants pocket.
"I wanted to talk to you about Dad." Dean said fiddling with his necklace.
"I promised him that I would call if I heard anything." Bobby said readjusting his hat.
Panic filled Dean's eyes. "No, please don't Bobby. I don't want to go back."
Bobby had a puzzled look. "Why?"
Dean looked around. "Can we talk inside?"
Bobby nodded. "Alright." Dean followed Bobby through the junk yard into his house. Bobby asked Dean if he wanted anything to eat or drink, Dean said yes. So Bobby, having watched Dean all the time, got the pop and M&M's out of the cabinet. Dean thanked Bobby as he sat down across from Dean. "Alright, boy, now spill. Why'd you run away?"
Dean sighed plopping a couple M&M's in his mouth. "I was fed up with everything."
"What about Sammy?" Bobby asked taking a couple of the chocolate candies from the bag.
Dean looked around the room before answering. "I got mad and yelled at him."
Bobby arched an eyebrow. "You what?"
"I got mad at dad. I said some things about Dad. Sam said something and I yelled at him. I shouldn't have Bobby. I feel awful even though I apologized." Dean muttered looking down at the candy on the table.
"Alright boy tell me the whole story." Bobby said leaning back in the chair and folding his hands on his belly. So Dean told him the whole story. What he had shouted about dad, what he had shouted to Sam, what he had told Sam, how he got here and what had happened on the way here. Bobby listened the whole time without interrupting. He did feel bad for Dean. He was given too many responsibilities at his young age. He shouldn't have had to grow up too fast. Bobby could see why he ran away. Dean loved Sam to no end. He would easily give his live to protect Sam. Dean was a hothead and if he was pushed far enough, he would leave anyone. Even Sam.
After a couple minutes of silence, Bobby finally said something. "I understand."
Dean had been looking at the pictures on the fridge that Sam had drawn when Bobby said that. Dean snapped his head to look at Bobby. "You what?"
"Understand. You were given too many responsibilities. You were forced to grow up too fast. It was only a matter of time before you snapped." Bobby explained.
Dean nodded slowly. "I love Dad and all but sometimes he can be…"
"Too over bearing?" Bobby offered.
"Yeah, too over bearing." Dean agreed nodding. "Will you please not tell Dad?"
"I won't tell your daddy boy," Bobby said.
Dean beamed. "Thanks so much Bobby."
"No problem kiddo," Bobby smiled. Keeping this a secret was going to be difficult. "What are you going to do? You can't be on the run forever."
Dean sighed. "I don't know. I don't want to go back."
"What about Sammy?" Bobby asked.
The response was immediate. "I can't leave Sam alone with Dad. They'll kill each other eventually…though Sam is only ten."
"That they will; that they will." Bobby nodded in agreement. "So what are you going to do?"
XxXxXx
"Hello?"
"John, it's Bobby," Bobby sighed. It was a day later and Dean was gone. Bobby had given him enough money for three days worth of food at a cheap diner.
"Have you heard anything about Dean?" John asked immediately.
"Yes," Bobby answered. He had promised Dean that he wouldn't tell John but he had to. There was no way he could keep that Dean had been here from John. He would find out one way or another.
"Well what is it?" John sounded anxious.
"He stayed the night. He's heading south to Mitchell." Bobby said.
"When did he leave?"
"Twenty minutes ago," Bobby said.
"Alright, thank you Bobby," John said hanging up the phone.
"At least you could do was say 'how are you'? 'How are things going'?" Bobby grumbled hanging up the phone.
Bobby sighed going back to the junk yard. He had broken his promise to Dean. It would take a while before Dean would trust him again. But that was alright. John needed to know where Dean was and heading. It wouldn't be right. If Bobby had any kids, he would want to know where they went if they ran away. He would want to know what happened to them.
Bobby leaned down to work on the car he had been working on yesterday. "Boy, what kind of trouble did you get yourself into?"
XxXxXx
"What am I doing?" Dean muttered. "Sammy needs me." He shook his head. Maybe Bobby was right. Maybe he should go back. Dean stopped in the middle of the road. He looked back to where Bobby's house was. It was only about an hour away. He could go back and wait for Dad to come. Dean looked the other away. Away from Bobby's. To where his freedom was.
Dean was about to retrace his steps when a car pulled up beside him. "Hey there, ya need a ride?"
Dean looked up at the driver. "Sure," Dean said. The guy told him to hop in. So, trusting him, Dean did so.
XxXxXx
"When are we going to find Dean Dad?" Sam asked from the backseat of the car.
"Soon Sammy," John muttered. "Soon."
Sam nodded. He knew not to ask questions. It only made John frustrated when he asked too many questions. Sam went to watching the trees pass by.
XxXxXx
Dean knew something was wrong when the car pulled over on the side of the road. Dean glanced at the driver as his right hand went to the handle of the knife in his hand. The driver had a smirk on his face. "You know, you should learn to stop saying yes to every guy that offers you a ride." The driver's eyes turned black and Dean sucked in his breath. "They might as well be a demon."
Dean tried to open the door but the demon locked them. "Remember Damon?" Dean nodded slowly switching positions so if the demon attacked, he would be able to spring forward and attack with the knife. "I was possessing him during that. And the truck driver. That was also me."
"Why?" Dean asked finally getting into position.
"Because I wanted to have some fun. No other reason beside that." The demon shrugged.
"If this is fun, then you have a sick way of showing it," Dean muttered.
"What? You think humans are the only ones allowed to have fun? Well, you're wrong there buddy boy." The demon growled.
"You aren't human. You're just possessing a poor bastard. You're sick," Dean spat back.
"You're writing a check you can't cash Deano," The demon growled at Dean.
"So? I've written a lot of checks I haven't been able to cash before. You think I care?" After that comment, Dean felt a fist connect with his nose. He cried out in pain and dropped the knife he had been holding. It clattered onto the floor. Dean turned his head back to face the demon. He held his nose and felt blood dripping from it.
"Once again, you're writing a check you can't cash."
"So?" Dean said baiting the demon on.
For that comment, the demon unlocked the car doors and the doors flew open. Dean felt himself being thrown from the car and into the grass. Dean grunted as he connected with the ground.
"You need to think before you pick your battles boy," The demon picked Dean up by the front of his shirt.
"You need to learn to pick on people your own size," Dean responded. That deserved a punch in the stomach. Dean felt the breath of out of him and the demon dropped him. Dean curled up on the ground. If he had been older then fourteen, he would have been able to fight back longer. Dean felt the demon kick him in the ribs repeatedly.
Pretty soon, the demon left assuming Dean was dead. Dean was left to lay in grass that covered him to die.