Okay, just realised how big that last chapter was so chopped it up to make it easier to read for people.

Let us know what you think of the domestic bliss at Bobby's house!

Oh yeah, just a note this is set in the third season of Supernatural - before the trip to hell, so Dean Winchester is still under a death sentence and Ruby is the blonde snarkier version.

He woke up not too long after the sun went down, his whole body still ached, he felt like shit, but there wasn't much he could do about that and it wasn't his top priority right now.

He opened the door quietly as he walked into the rest of the old house, whose walls seemed to be lined with dusty old books, Part of him wanted to let out a little laugh when he saw those. It wasn't exactly what he had expected from his first impression of the yard and well the rest of what had happened.

Yep, all his experiences with crazy older people didn't really help him deal with someone like Bobby.

Well Taylor was…well he had been Taylor, Babette – crazy cat woman and Miss Patty was okay as long as you followed the directions of staying at least five feet from arm's reach and then there was Frank and Angie, who just had an over active parenting fixation.

Bobby however, well, for all appearances he ran the world's worse library while trying to stab people who came into his home. Actually outside a library or a book store the only place that he had been that housed anywhere close to as many books had been Rory's bedroom, but he had been there for completely different reasons. Though he could image her having a full blown panic attack if she found herself in the middle of so many un shelved and dusty tomes.

He heard voices coming from the kitchen though he took his time, taking in his surroundings before he made a move to join them.

He picked up a dusty book and flicked through it, before settling on a picture of well it was more like a Hieronymus Bosch poster than anything else. He put it down thinking little of it until he picked up another and other, finding them all filled with similar subjects.

Jesus, he took a breath to steady himself.

No, he was judging this guy before he really got to know him and the knife thing; well he had just met the double of a guy he had watched grow up so the guy was startled. Okay the knife thing he didn't understand, but hell what choice did he have right now, except for go with it. Though, thinking about it he could deal better with a guy with a knife coming at him from the front rather than someone with a gun using his back for target practice.

It might be that Bobby was just a crazy book buff, who hated strangers and he'd just stumbled onto part of the collection that had picked up as a job lot. Yeah a job lot, that Sam and his brother knew about so that is why they brought him here. Yeah, Bobby could be a shut in, with a large book collection who basically, whatever his past, liked to freak out people he didn't know by throwing water over them and making them walk under strange plaster work. Sure that was it, he did it to freak people out if they got past his blood letting test?

Oh hell, who was he kidding!

The man back in Detroit had screamed about protecting the innocent, hell spawn and killing those who were marked so on what planet was he on if he thought he could even try to kid himself about this? Especially as he knew for a fact that he had little option but to stay put at that point in time.

"You got no idea where to start?" he heard Bobby ask as Sam tossed the open hex bag across the table.

"They left that at his place," Sam said. "Was thinking that maybe it might be an idea to get in touch with Ruby."

"What?" his brother asked. "You want to bring your 'she bitch' into this."

"She might have an idea of who made it, or the style they were using," Sam argued. "Dean, she has more experience with these things than we do."

"Yeah and I wonder how she got that?" Dean Winchester mockingly answered.

"So what is your idea?" Sam asked. "We don't have a name."

"Well that other guy will still be at the county psyche ward," his brother replied. "I'm guessing the Haloperidol should have kicked in by now, so he might be more willing to talk."

"That is your plan?" Bobby asked. "Good plan."

"Well you got another one?" Dean Winchester asked.

"Driving back across the country to have a conversation seems when you don't have to, is a damn stupid one," Bobby said as he went to pick up the phone.

"What is he doing?" Dean Forester asked as he tentatively looked round the door, thinking that at that point it was safe to join the conversation especially considering the contents of bag that was presently lying on the table.

"He's being Bobby," Sam said calmly as Bobby seemed to talk to someone.

"Yeah, which means he's generally bailing our asses out of stuff. Think he's planning in putting it in the job description. If dealing with our…mine and Sam's family came with one," Dean Winchester said.

"Right," Forester answered as he turned to look behind him at the books that lined the walls.

"You okay?" Dean Winchester asked. "Well, as okay as you can be right now?"

"Yeah," Dean Forester replied quietly before biting his lip as he tried to think. "I…look I get this is a weird situation and that you guys are involved in stuff I don't want to know about and Bobby is…out there. But, what is with the…what is with the shower he gave me and the fact that he well the ceiling thing and the books? What the hell is going on with all the weird crap?"

Both brothers' looked at each other, before turning to face Dean. Sam gestured to him to sit down.

"Well, ehm, well," Sam started to say. "Dean, it's as I told you back at your friend's house we…."

"We what? We deal with crazy people, who have now got it into their heads that they have some religious need to kill both of us because you and me look alike and they can't decide which one they really want dead?" Dean Forester asked causing Sam's face to fall.

"Look, don't matter what we're into, what those douches are into, even if the little you do understand freaks you out so far, all that matters is we find the guy that got away," Dean Winchester said causing his brother to glare at him.

"Fine," came Dean Winchester's retort as he turned to Dean Forester, "Simple truth is that those guys think Sammy here is going to lead the forces of darkness to…well basically kill us all and I'm not talking about Donnie and Marie fans here.

"What?"

"Nothing natural has that many teeth, Sam," Dean Winchester said.

"Sorry, he's just being…himself," Sam explained.

"Well Utah aside, Sam isn't and none of us here want that," Dean Winchester said causing his brother to glare at him.

"Unfortunately for you, there are some other hunters that don't believe that Sam doesn't play for the other side and they just mixed you up with him. But now it looks like they think it might be an idea to, well to be polite about it, 'take both of you out of the picture'."

"Hunters?" Dean Forester asked. "Yeah, hunters," Dean Winchester replied. "You know people who hunt down…well stuff."

"Stuff?" Sam asked his brother as Dean Forester tried to digest what he had been told.

"The guy isn't stupid Sam, he may not understand it but he knows what the bottom line is here, that the people out there know what they are doing," Dean Winchester said before turning to the pale man in front of him. "Now, Sammy here is use to it, got an idea about what to do to look out for himself. You on the other hand, as everyone can see, not so much."

"Thanks," Dean Forester replying to the comment.

"Well you asked," Dean Winchester said.

"So what now?" Dean Forester asked. "You explain some more to the point where I can get out of your hair? I can go to the cops then to try and get some protection?"

"Dude, you know that isn't going to happen," Dean Winchester replied.

"Then at least tell me who these 'hunters' are?" Dean Forester asked. "If I got names or at least a description?"

"Dude, be serious," Dean Winchester replied.

"And you're not going to tell me why these hunter guys got it into there heads to hunt him in the first place are you?" Dean Forester said pointing at Sam to which the brothers hesitated for a moment.

"Not now we ain't," Bobby said as he returned from his phone conversation, "We'll explain it to you later."

"You expect me to sit here and wait?" Dean Forester asked. "That guy is still out there."

"Yes I do, because we don't know who the son of a bitch is and the only plan we have right now is to wait and see who calls back," Bobby said firmly. "But you boy, should go and get some rest."

"What? no?" Dean Forester replied as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "If we have nothing to do but wait then you got time to give me answers."

"Dean, I told you what is going on," Sam said.

"No, you guys have told me part of it. All I really know is there are some serious whack jobs out there who want to kill me because of you two but best hope I have is sticking with you," Dean Forester said firmly to the WInchesters. "But what I want to understand, really understand, is why they think you're special in the first place Sam, why they think that you or now me is the devil himself or what they meant by marked and don't give me any crap about them just being religious fundamentalists, because I know the reason you don't want to go to the police is that the FBI think that you and your brother are dead and I'm guessing you really want to keep it that way!"

"Kid you'll get that, when you look better," Bobby said to Dean Forester as the Winchester brothers stood in silence, not sure what to say to Dean Forester's last statement.

"I want them now!" Dean Forester yelled.

"Tough," Bobby said causing all three men to look at him as he addressed Forester. "You ain't getting them till you're able to understand them."

"I understood enough to go with them, didn't I?" Dean Forester replied. "To stand here while you, whoever you are, tried to stab me, threw water over me and well I don't know what the walking across your front room was about, but I'm guessing that all of that wasn't just so you could then start in on the 'my parents aren't my parents' crap."

Bobby nodded. "You're right, you did. What do you want? A rosette?"

Dean Forester glared at the old man.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you've found yourself way over your head and have worked out that the cops won't be able to help you with this shit and we're the only hope you got," Bobby pointed out trying to sound a little more sympathetic.

Dean Forester inhaled as he gripped the back of the chair in front of him tightly, as he realized the man in front of him was right.

"You'll get your answers, even if you won't like them," Bobby said. "But now, you go and get some rest because from the looks of you, well, you look like you got a fever and us telling you everything right now ain't going to go in. Not like it has to."

Dean Forester looked the older man in the eye, "No I'm…"

"Don't try and con a con man. You think I ain't been around kids that swear blind that they are fine while they are about to have an arm or a leg fall off?" Bobby asked as both Sam and Dean Winchester looked at each other.

"I'm fine," Dean Forester said as Bobby handed him some antibiotics.

"Here, if your doctor didn't give some to you already. Bathroom is down the hall, and the first aid kit is in the closet with the clean towels."

"What?" Dean Forester asked.

"Nothing you can do right now, boy. So go get cleaned up and take the pills," Bobby said. "Last thing we need is us having to take you to the hospital, if we don't have to. We'll get you if we have anything to tell you. But, we'll talk about the rest when you don't look like you are going to fall over."

Dean Forester stood his ground, causing Bobby to raise an eyebrow.

"Seriously, you going to give me that look?" Bobby asked causing Dean Forester to tighten his resolve causing Bobby to sigh. "Like, I've never seen that one before."

"What? Hey!" Sam yelled causing his brother to smirk though Dean Forester didn't move.

"Boy you heard me, go clean up that leg," Bobby stated. "We ain't going to really talk until that is taken care of."

Dean Forester glared for a moment, before turning to head towards the bathroom.

"Bobby," Dean Winchester said mockingly. "That, I have to say was a real touching moment."

"Shut up you idjit."

It'd been about a day and a half since he had got there, a day after basically being 'put' to bed by Bobby and all that seemed to change is that Sam was being more sympathetic by trying to make sure that he had what he needed. Though, it was grating on his nerves seeing how he was dodging all of his questions about exactly what they were into.

Though that was not surprising as he had been caught leafing through a few more of Bobby's books, which the whole collection seemed to consist of his worse nightmares. Bobby hadn't been in the mood to really explain, still saying that he looked like shit, though when really pressed about the witchcraft and occult stuff was to simply say, "Kid even if we did practiced half this shit, you ain't pretty enough for us to want to sacrifice."

Dean, or the other Dean or Sam's brother; hell, simply Winchester will do, just as he was now simply Forester, as this having the same name thing was confusing everybody. Well, Winchester was simply ignoring him, apart from mumbling something about shock absorbers every time he passed him.

"He doesn't like me, does he?" Forester said to Sam as Winchester pushed past him to get out of the kitchen.

"No," Sam said with a shake of his head. "It isn't that. It's just…well, it isn't you."

"He got upset when you brought stuff up about your Dad," Forester replied. "About me possibly being your twin; though I'm not by the way."

Sam exhaled. "Yeah, kind of. You and what's going down opened up..."

"Wounds, I don't want to know about?" Forester said to which Sam nodded.

"Yeah, plus there is the fact that you worked out that there was something wrong with his car before he did."

"And that is bad?" Forester asked.

Sam scratched his head. "My brother and his car…well…"

"If it was a person they'd end up getting a room?" Forester asked with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, sometimes it feels like I'm interrupting something when I stuck in that passenger seat," Sam said. "Though, seeing that it did use to belong to my Dad, I'm not sure if I feel comfortable about it."

"Okay," Forester said before hesitating. "I take it your dad, he isn't around anymore?"

"Why do you say that?" Sam asked.

"Because your brother got that pissed and your friend didn't look too happy. When all that was needed was to pick up a phone to prove me and your brother were right."

Sam sighed. "Even if he hadn't died. Trust me it wouldn't have been that easy."

"So," Forester said pulling up a chair. "Can you please tell me how the hell you got involved in this so I can work out how I can get out? And can you stop trying to side step anything? I just need to understand what is going down and not the cliff notes version that there are nuts with guns that think that one of us is the devil."

"You're not going to trust that we can find the guy or his friends and then you can go back to your old life then are you?"

"I know I'm not the smartest guy in the world, but I'm not that stupid," Forester replied. "And if you were in my position would you just take it on faith that everything is just going to be okay after all this?"

"Honestly, I'd take anything not to know what I know," Sam said. "To have your type of life."

"My life? Job, rent and paying back my ex's family? Joe Nobody?" Forester said with a chuckle before noting the look on Sam's face. "Then why don't you?"

"Too late for that, not for me. Not anymore. Even though I don't plan to do anything remotely like what those guys think I'm going to do. I'm, what I am," Sam replied.

"Oh great, here comes the musical number."

"Excuse me?" Sam replied.

"It's nothing, girl I used to know, her mother and her could be a little surreal that is all, but that has nothing to do with this," Forester tried to explain as he wiped his brow.

"Dude, are you alright, you're looking a little pale."

Forester shook his head, "No, no more putting me off. I've been waiting for an explanation; no more putting me off - please tell me what is going on."

Sam nodded, before sitting down across the table. "Okay Dean. But, you got to promise to listen to everything and not just, well…because you're going to think I'm crazy. But the scary thing is I'm not."

"Sam, right now I don't think anyone I've met since this started is playing with a full and that includes you," Forester admitted.

"At least you're honest about it," Sam replied.

"The thing is, so far you all seem to be suffering from a collective insanity. So seeing I've already been dragged into this, why don't you guys let me in on the big secret?" Dean asked. "Why have some religious whacko's got it into their heads that you and me are threats to mankind?"

"Threats to mankind?" Sam said with a smile. "With all the Antichrist stuff you've been throwing about I suppose I should say thanks for not asking if my middle name is really Damien."

"Well?"

"Okay you really want to know, fine," Sam tiredly replied running a hand through his mop of hair. "Though I can't believe I'm about to do this.