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10 Cherry Tree Lane was just like every other house on the row, peeling yellow paint on the exterior, with the standard white picket fence and a few feet away if you looked hard, you could just make out the mesh swing door of the kitchen that was left open just a bit. Dean could see why Sam would have picked it. It was the type of thing that Sam had left them for. Anger came surging up but so did an ominous feeling that Sam was going to die soon if he isn't already, his gut told him. Before Bobby could see the tears threatening to fall out his eyes, he roughly wiped it away and started to rummage through the glove compartment of the Impala.
"So…who are we now? I got FBI, New York Times…Im sure I got CDC here somewhere but I don't think we should take that….Let's see…"
Bobby clamped his hand on Dean's shoulder startling him. "You know we'll find him right?" Bobby asked gently
Dean's confident mask crumpled and surprisingly he let Bobby in. "What if we don't Bobby? What am I going to tell Dad? I was supposed to protect him. I had promised Sam that even before this whole mess started. But I can't do it now. God, I turned him away by telling him I hate him." His breath hitched as his eyes teared up. "What kind of brother does that Bobby?" Dean asked the older man, who had wet eyes himself. "What am I supposed to do?"
"Well son, the only thing you can do now is hope to god that stubborn bastard is still alive so you can do everything in your hands to find him and set things right with him. Now come on, let's see what this old lady knows."
Dean gave him a watery smile and all of a sudden Bobby was engulfed in a huge bear hug from Dean who, after a second pushed himself away, his face as red as a tomato. "Damn it Bobby…this is exactly why I don't do chick flick moments."
Bobby was relieved to have the old Dean back again. With a roll of his eyes, he followed Dean up to the rickety front steps of the house.
Knocking on the mesh door, Bobby and Dean waited impatiently when they were rewarded instead with a "who is it?" coming from a raspy woman's voice.
"FBI…we need to ask you a few questions?" They replied holding their badges ready because there didn't seem to be one person in the country who believed them to be FBI unless they showed them the fake badges.
A 60 something lady with wispy grey hair, watery blue eyes reminding Dean of the evil stepmother in one of Disney cartoon Sam had insisted watching when he was a kid, opened the door hesitantly a frown on her hawk like features. "Show me some ID"
Dean and Bobby quickly flashed the badges at the lady who looked like they didn't believe them. Well…couldn't blame her.
Pocketing the badge, Bobby started talking. "This is Agent Sheppard and I am Agent Robbins. We are looking for Sam Winchester. You know him? He used to live here right?" Bobby's question trailed as he saw the woman eyeing Dean with a look akin to something people save for looking at a long lost son.
Understanding seemed to dawn on her face and with "wait here" she quickly waddled inside. Bobby and Dean looked at each other in confusion.
"She's not going to call the cops or anything is she?" Dean whispered to Bobby who could do nothing but shrug.
The lady came back with a photo gripped tightly in her bony hand. She put the photo against their faces. "Recognize this picture?"
Dean reeled. The picture was of a 5 year old Dean holding a 9 month old Sam on a table, his mouth puckered for a kiss for his little brother while a tired looking John smiled and looked on. Dean glanced at Bobby. Bobby also seemed to recognize the picture…after all he was the one who took it.
It was when they were in Connecticut once again in a seedy motel room. Since Dean was too young to look after Sam by himself (although he claimed that he could), John had stayed home giving up a hunt to Bobby instead who was visiting them and resting after finishing off the hunt.
It was a good thing too that John had stayed home that time, because Sam had took on a worse case of the flu and had been crying all night long as he couldn't seem to breath with his chest full of congestion. Still not having been able to sleep, he was cranky the whole morning and John was so tired that he had excused Dean from going to preschool. He figured that he could use the boy's help along with Bobby's who had just run down to the pharmacy to buy a camera to occupy Dean with and a few medicines for Sam.
The pharmacy had just opened and Bobby, who had also stayed up all night trying to get Sam to sleep had been the first customer. Buying the disposable camera that had been promised to Dean and a few infant cough and cold syrups for Sam, Bobby rushed back to the motel and quietly opened the door, expecting the congested wails of the 9 month old that had been riddling the room since last evening. Instead he was welcomed with shrill shrieks of joy and a laugh from John.
Bobby set the bags down near the door and with camera in hand he walked to the table where Sam had been set down writhing and shrieking with laughter as Dean who was on his knees on a chair was blowing raspberries on Sam's podgy stomach. Bobby looked at the smiling face of John and raised a questioning eyebrow. John just shrugged and looking at the camera in Bobby's hand, nodded. Bobby followed his thought and just when Dean was getting ready for the next set of raspberries, he blinded both boys and their father with a flash.
Bobby's thoughts were jerked back to the present. "How did you get this picture?" Dean asked his voice small.
"Are you the older boy in the picture?" the lady asked, still wide-eyes with….relief? Dean dumbly nodded
Rolling her eyes heavenward in what seemed to be a prayer of thanks, the lady let them in without any hesitation.
Stepping into the house, out of habit, both Bobby and Dean looked around soaking up every detail surrounding them. A drab white couch was splayed along the middle of the room that they were let themselves in and could see the kitchen through a little window in the puce wall. The house seemed to devoid of all furniture except for that couch and a rickety table where men's clothes were laid out, in the kitchen.
The lady walked in behind them and with all the hostility gone from her voice and expression, and with timidity, asked them "Have you found Sam yet?"
Dean once again looked at Bobby with puzzlement and then looked at the woman, whose hawk-like features had smoothed to a pleasant look and replied with a small shake of his head.
"He used to live with you right Ma'am?" Bobby asked and was rewarded with a nod.
"Please call me Mrs. Sinclair. You must be Bobby Singer, Sam's uncle and you" she turned to Dean, "must be Dean Winchester, his brother?" Receiving a nod from both, she led them to a staircase leading down to what seemed to be the basement. "You should probably see Sam's work desk first. Just go down the stairs. Come back up when you are ready and I'll have some coffee ready for you." She turned on the light for them and left them to their own devices.
Bobby turned to look at Dean who had already started to go down the stairs. "Dean! What if it's a trap?"
Dean looked up at Bobby and sighed. "I don't know Bobby! She seems to be ok. Let's just go have a look."
With a nod, Bobby followed him down and nearly bumped into Dean's back when Dean stopped in shock to take in the sights before him.
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