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They were sitting together in Bobby's kitchen, drinking a beer. Although Dean was still underage, his uncle Bobby didn't really seem to care about him drinking alcohol as long as it didn't end in Dean coming home at three a.m. and not remembering what he did the past few hours. Now this doesn't mean that Bobby doesn't care about his 'sons'. He just wants them to learn from experience.

"You did pretty good on our last hunt, boy." He could almost see Dean swelling with pride. They had hunted a ghost in a small town not far from here. Bobby had taken the boys with him, to show them how it's done, but it seemed that John had already taken care of that. He didn't want to know when John had shown his youngest son how to take care of ghosts. Considering Sam's age; if Bobby knew he was sure that he's going to be sick.

Dean was surprised. He'd thought that the hunt would go terribly wrong and feared that Sam might get injured. But it didn't. For once everything had gone according to the plan. They found the ghost, fought the ghost and salted and burned the bones. So at least it was a pleasant surprise.

He downed the rest of his beer as he heard his little brother stumbling down the stairs. Sam's had a growth spurt again and was almost as tall as Dean now. It's just that he didn't have quite the control over his longer limbs yet.

"Dean?!" Couldn't his brother be at least a bit more quiet? "In the kitchen Sam!" Yeah okay, he was just as loud. Bobby only rolled his eyes. Sam ran into the kitchen and tried to catch his breath. "He, easy there, tiger", Dean said as he pulled out a chair for his little brother. "Becky just sent me a text." He coughed and looked up at his older brother expectantly. "Oh, you know, that's great! I always knew you had a thing for her anyways. Although… Isn't she Chuck's girlfriend?", Dean teased. He slightly felt like a girl saying that, but there are just very few things Dean wouldn't do to tease Sam every once in a while. Sam only shot him a bitch-face as Dean went on: "I mean, yeah, everyone can see that the girl is hot for you Sammy-""You mean just like Jo for you?" Oh, bad idea Sammy. There were some lines a little brother was not supposed to cross, and Jo was one of them for Dean. Deep down, he knew that Jo liked him as more than a friend. He just didn't want to admit that to himself.

Just as Dean was about to get up from his place by the window and teach Sam a little lesson about sassing big brothers, Bobby stopped them from doing anything stupid. Not that it would ever work. They'd always end up in some sticky situation and who always had to come and save their asses? Yep, Bobby. But he could at least try to prevent some of the problems they could cause themselves.

"Okay, so what's the matter now, kid?" Bobby ignored the glare from Dean's direction and the cheeky grin on Sam's face. One day these boys would surely be his end.

"Becky just sent me a text saying that there is a fire in town." Dean only sighed and looked at his brother expectantly. Sure, he loved the kid more than anything else, but right now he was getting more and more annoyed with him by the second. "So? Anything we should worry about? The kind of thing we have to take care of?" Sam gave him another bitch face. Dean had to do something about that or one day this look would be stuck on his baby brother's face, he was sure of it.

"I just thought that it might interest you that the building on fire is our high school, Dean." "Wait, what? Now that's what I call good news, huh uncle Bobby?" He only rolled his eyes again and got up and out of the room, leaving the kids to have a little time for themselves. Or so he told himself. In reality, he was just annoyed with them and needed a little time out. Yeah, he loved them, but sometimes… as said before, he was sure that the cause of is death would one day be Dean and Sam Winchester.

Dean was happy at first; if the school building was burning then that meant no school or homework for the next few days, right? He was happy until Sam informed him, that only the west-wing of the building was on fire. Oh, and the cafeteria of course.

Sam could practically hear the wheels turning in his brother's head. No west-wing and no cafeteria meant still going to school but not being able to get food from the cafeteria. Or pie. Sam tried really hard not to grin at the look of pure horror on his big brother's face and the silent 'son of a bitch' that followed. He tried really hard, but of course failed. He was just thankful that Dean was distracted from his face by his ringing cell phone.

Dean looked at his phone, confusion written all over is face for a short moment; but then he recognized the number on the screen. He swallowed. This couldn't be good, or could it?

"Yes?" he answered as he picked up the phone.

Now Sam didn't know yet who his brother was talking to and Dean also didn't try to give Sam any hints as to who it was on the other end of the line. After a few minutes though, Sam didn't need to be told who Dean was talking to anymore. He already knew. For Dean's side of the conversation mostly consisted of 'Yes, sir' and 'No, sir'. And there only was one person Sam knew that his older brother would address as 'sir'.

It was him.

Now don't get Sam wrong. Dean had told and taught him that family was the one most important thing in the entire world. And Sam believed in that too. But somehow when it came to him, Sam couldn't really bring himself to feel any kind of warmth or affection. Or even love. The only thing Sam had ever felt the need to show towards that man was loyalty. And even that was not always a given thing. Sometimes Sam couldn't even bring himself to consider that man as family anymore. When asked, who his father was, the name that came to Sam's mind first was 'Bobby' and not his name.

Sam was still staring into space, thinking, and hadn't realised yet, that his brother had hung up the phone long ago and was watching him intently, trying to figure out, what exactly was going on in his little head. At some point though, Dean decided to break the silence that hung in the room.

"So, dad just called"

Sam looked up to him and nodded, hoping that Dean couldn't read the look on his face. For all Sam knew, Dean was indeed very loyal to their father and would be deeply disappointed if he could've heard Sam's thoughts just now.

"He said he'd be in town in a few days."

"Is he hunting something?"

Sam couldn't think of another reason why their so-called father would come to this town. Just to visit them and see if everything is fine? Yeah, sure. It was more likely that Dean was secretly a girl than John coming to check up on his boys just like that. Or so Sam thought.

"Don't know. He didn't really say much. But probably yes."

"Didn't leave any hints as to what it might be?"

"No, Sammy" Dean was starting to get annoyed with his little brother again. Why did he always have to ask that much? Did he think Dean was an idiot? Well, probably yes, but Dean didn't want to think too hard about that right now.

However, he was also worried. If their dad was coming to town, than chances were pretty high that there was some kind of evil in town right now and that meant, that someone could be in danger. Maybe whatever it is was after Sammy? Dean's big brother instincts kicked in way too fast for his own liking. But he didn't notice anything at all. Or at least nothing suspicious that he remembered right at this moment.

Sam was about to get up, leave the kitchen and also leave Dean to his thoughts, which he obviously didn't want to share with his brother, when he was interrupted by his own cell phone vibrating in his jeans. He unlocked it and saw that he had another message from Becky. He only rolled his eyes at his brother's grin and the question, from who the message was.

Dean would've tried to go on with mocking Sam, had it not been for the frown on his face and the worried look he shot his big brother.

'What's the matter?' he was about to ask, but Sam only turned his phone so that Dean could read the messages. Dean smiled. They were indeed from Chuck's little girlfriend, just like he had suspected. The content however, didn't give Dean any reason to smile. He didn't know the girl Becky was talking about; it still left him with an uneasy feeling though.

From Becky: They found a body in the fire. A girl.

From Becky: It's Jess, Sam. She's dead,


Now I apologize for the (kinda) short chapter. I still have to write this on my phone, since my laptop still isn't working. But at least I'm getting a bit faster at typing (Keep it positive, Alex. Don't lose your temper…)

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