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It was late by the time Dean made his way back into house, closing the door as quietly as he could to avoid waking the others. Bobby appeared to have turned in leaving the eldest Winchester no reason to stay up and Dean trudged tiredly upstairs to the room he would share with his brother, flipping the lights off as he went. He grinned as he passed Bobby's room, able to hear his snoring from all the way out in the hallway. He moved on, stopping outside the last door at the end of the hall. Dean took a deep breath, preparing himself. He really hoped Sammy was asleep as he didn't think that he could deal with a chick flick moment right now. Carefully sliding the door open Dean let out a sigh of relief at the darkened room and the familiar form of his little brother sprawled on the bed farthest from the door. Dean smiled fondly at his now much younger sibling, moving to the other bed and collapsing onto it, asleep before he landed.

Dean woke the next morning earlier then he was accustomed to. He rubbed his eyes, squinting up at the curtained window and wondered where the hell the sun was. He felt something warm shift against his back and shot up, kneeling on the mattress with a knife aimed at the intruder. He relaxed in relief when he recognized the floppy brown hair and overgrown body of his brother. Dean had forgotten that Sam used to do that, climb into bed with him when something was bothering him. Fourteen seemed a bit old for cuddling but with all that was going on who could blame the kid. Dean shrugged, shoving the knife through his waistband and trudging downstairs in search of a cup of Irish coffee.

Bobby was already up, sitting at the rickety dining room table nursing a cup of joe.

He raised an eyebrow at the elder Winchester, who yawned widely and ran a hand through his sleep mussed hair. "Morning' sunshine. Sleep well did ya?"

Dean flipped him off half heatedly, grabbing a cup off the warm liquid and throwing himself into a seat across from his host. He pulled the closest bottle towards him, emptying the contence into his mug before taking a sip, smiling contentedly.

Bobby watched him with a frown. "Ain't it a bit too early for that boy? Got the whole day ahead of us and something tells me it's going to be all kinds of crazy."

Dean stared at the hunter in disgust. Since when did Bobby Singer give advice about anything, let alone his favorite pastime? "It's never too early for hunter's helper. You're getting responsible with age old man. Besides Sammy will be up soon and then we'll have that to deal with."

As if summoned, Sam stumbled into the room, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He tripped seemingly over his own two feet, catching himself on a chair and muttering angrily under his breath.

"What was that Sammy?" Dean demanded, taking advantage of the fact that he was once again able to call his little brother by his childhood nickname without objection.

"I said stupid long legs." Sam told him grouchily, sinking into the chair he had caught himself on.

Dean chuckled, offering Sam the coffee. Sam stared at him disbelievingly. "I'm not allowed to have coffee."

Right. "Of course you're not. So what do pipsqueaks drink…? Grape juice?"

Sam sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "You're getting the age wrong Dean. I'm fourteen not four."

Dean threw his hands up in mock exaggeration. "Well then what do you drink?"

Sam shrugged. "I dunno… milk?"

Dean got to his feet. "Sure thing kiddo. One milk coming right up."

Sam smiled in thanks, sinking back into his chair. He turned his attention to Bobby. "How are you doing Bobby? I hope its okay that we just dropped by like this. As soon as we can get a hold of dad we'll be out of your hair."

Dean nearly chocked, hiding behind the fridge door but Bobby kept it together, answering the youngest Winchester as best he could. "I'm fine. You boys are welcome to stay for as long as you want kid. How about you Sam? How are you doing?"

Sam shrugged awkwardly. "Okay I guess. It's just weird ya know?"

"Yeah I imagine it would be. You say you're fourteen?"

"Yup."

"What's the last thing you remember?"

Sam drew his eyebrows together, thinking. "Going to bed in a shithole motel. Same as usual I guess."

"Where was that motel Sam? What was John hunting? What city were you in?"

Dean's head shot up, frowning at the bizarre questioning. Why the hell would Bobby need to know that right now? He moved closer to his brother, eyeing the elder hunter warily. "What's with the twenty questions Bobby?"

Bobby shrugged innocently. "Can't a man ask a question around here?" something about the old man's voice was off, setting off alarms in Dean's head. His suspicions were confirmed when Bobby's gaze rose to meet his, the man's lips twisted in an evil smirk. Then his eyes snapped to black.

In an instant Dean had the knife one hand, pulling his brother to his feet with the other. He pushed him urgently towards the stairs. "Sam, get out of here! Now! Go! It's not Bobby!" Sam had absolutely no idea what was going on but chose instinctively to trust his big brother, spinning on his heel and dashing up the stairs to the second floor.

Dean backed away, torn. As much as he wanted to help his friend keeping his brother safe was his priority. He backed up to the bottom of the stairs before sprinting after Sam, Bobby calmly watching him go.

Dean slinked down the upstairs hall, knife drawn. "Sam?" he hissed, searching for the missing Winchester.

A hand slipped out of the linen closet, grabbing the back of Dean's shirt and yanking him into the closet. Sam closed the door behind them as quietly as he could, moving closer to his brother in the darkness. "Dean? What's…"

"Shhh." Dean shushed him frantically, ears picking up the sound of Bobby's boots clomping up the stairs.

"Boys?" 'Bobby' called. "You may as well come out, I'm gonna find you either way."

The footsteps got closer.

"Aw come on Winchesters! I just want to talk. That is after I shred the skin from your bones and feed it to you."

Sam whimpered, Dean clapped a hand over his mouth. The footsteps got closer.

"I've heard so much about the two of you but I must say this is disappointing. Hiding from one little demon? Pathetic."

The footsteps got closer. Dean tensed, gripped the knife tighter. He would have to fight his way out. He had to take care of Sam. But he couldn't hurt Bobby. He couldn't.

The footsteps stopped right outside the door.

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