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So here is the next chapter, this also happens at the time of season 2, episode 2 'Everybody Loves a Clown'.

I hope you like it.

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Crowley was lying on a flea bitten couch in a rundown motel reading the most boring magazine ever produced. In fact the only thing more boring that reading it was watching John Winchester stare at a wall of paper for days on end. And by days, he meant daaaays. In fact Crowley was pretty sure it would soon be becoming weeks. How daddy Winchester thought he was going to find Azazel that way Crowley had no bloody clue. He had been tempted to just change some of the papers round so he would see the damn pattern that was staring him in the face, but of course if he did that daddy dearest would come after him instead of yellow eyes. You know, that really was the problem with all Winchesters, they never saw the bigger picture in his opinion, it was always about family and revenge.

And so Crowley had resigned himself to this tedium, though he hoped it would improve soon. Surely feathers would persuade lover boy to call daddy dearest soon, bit pointless if he didn't. Then when the Winchesters joined together at least he could annoy Castiel when it got too boring, which in all honestly, he was sure it would often. At the moment the only person he had to talk to was himself, and while yes, he was a very stimulating conservationist, there was only so many things one could discuss with one's self.

It was these facts that he was ruminating on when John moved. It shocked Crowley so much he almost fell of the couch. Well not really, but had there been anyone to say it to, it was what he would have said in a sarcastic tone. Oh lord, he really needed to get out of here, he was getting cabin fever. But first, just what was John Winchester up to now?

John just couldn't see the pattern. He had been hunting the thing that killed Dean since his funeral but he was missing something. Something just wasn't right with the omens he was seeing. He was frustrated, but he knew that that wouldn't help him find the demon that had destroyed his family. What he needed was a break from trying to see it. Maybe then it would become clear. With that in mind he turned from the wall of papers and pulled his phone from his pocket. He automatically went to press 1 on speed dial when he remembered that the person who that number belonged to was no longer around to pick up the phone. Taking a shaky breath he hit 2 instead and pulled the phone to his ear just to hear the ring tone go on and on. Finally it went to voice mail. With that he hung up without leaving a message. He then dialled another number. It was time to find out what his younger son was up to.

"Hello." Growled Bobby down the phone, making Crowley smirk when he heard the voice. Ah times of old, he had kind of liked that guy. He wasn't half bad, even if the hunter had bested him once, still, he wasn't all bad. With that he sat up to listen in on the conversation.

"Bobby, its John. John Winchester." John said evenly down the phone to the other man.

"Yeah I got that. What I don't know is why your calling." Bobby replied still growling, he knew this was going to be a rather difficult conversation after all. Dean had asked him not to tell his father that he was a live, and Dean's wishes would come first in his mind, even if he didn't understand them.

"I was wondering how Sam was." John asked in a more friendly tone. He needed to keep this guy on side if he was going to keep tabs on Sam.

"Why don't you phone him and ask?" Bobby grumbled, cos honestly he was fine. Or as fine as a boy could be after losing his brother and having him resurrected by an angel at any rate.

"I tried but he didn't pick up." John replied with a sigh. He should have known that Bobby wouldn't just hand out info on his son to him.

"Ever wonder why that is?" Bobby asked sarcastically, cos really John was being a dick to his children, even if he had a good reason for it.

"I am hunting the demon that killed his mother, girlfriend and brother, Bobby." John growled back with authority. Didn't Bobby understand that?

"So? You wanna medal of something?" Bobby said in a dismissive tone. If he had been more of a father and less of a hunter then maybe Dean would want him to know he was alive now.

"I just want to know how he is." John said with a defeated sigh making Bobby relent a little.

"About as you would expect." He answered. Which was true, he was off with Dean.

"Is he there with you?" John asked hoping to find out just what his son was up to.

"No, he's… running an errand for me." Bobby replied with the slightest of hesitations that John picked up on immediately.

"Don't lie to me. He's hunting isn't he?" John asked with a sigh. Of course he was. He had been stupid to think Sam would stop.

"And so what if he is?" Bobby asked defensively. There weren't nothing wrong with Sam hunting.

"What's he hunting for Bobby? A way to bring his brother back? Because there isn't one." John answered weary and turning subconsciously back to the wall to stare once again at the papers there.

"Oh yeah, and how do you know that?" Bobby asked with a confrontational tone. Had John tried to bring Dean back? Cos he knew that that would fail as the boy was already here.

"I just do. Look Bobby, keep an eye on him." John answered.

"Sam is safe John. He ain't stupid, he'll keep his head on straight." Bobby replied, cos it was the truth, he was with Dean and he was the more level headed one of the two when they were together.

"Okay, I've got to go." John said his voice already sounded distracted as his eyes went back to the wall and trying to see the pattern.

"Yeah sure. Speak soon." Bobby responded with sarcastic disbelief before he hung up with a shake of his head and a muttered "damn it Dean. Why are you doing this to him?"

And John Winchester put his phone back into his pocket without looking, his eyes already back to trying to find the pattern, making Crowley roll his eyes and transport away. Daddy Winchester wouldn't be going anywhere for a while. Might as well check in with the rest of the motley crew. And find out how long Castiel was going to make him languish here.