Bobby looked at the number displayed on the screen and swore. "Balls!" He picked up on the third ring.

"Thought I told you to lose this number, you sadistic son of a bitch." He flipped the phone shut, wishing it was a landline that he could give a good old-fashioned slam.

It began ringing again immediately. Bobby sighed as he picked up.

"What!"

"B-bobby?" a hesitant voice asked, sounding unsure of itself and vaguely familiar.

"Who's this?" the older hunter barked meanly. God, he hated those flippin' cousins.

A pause and a short intake of breath, "It's me. Sam."

Bobby's legs suddenly felt weak, and he moved to sit down. Sam calling from Rudy Dawson's phone? This couldn't be good.

"Sam? Why you calling from Rudy's phone, son?" Bobby was worried now. He could hear Sam breathing heavily. It sounded like the kid was trying not to have a panic attack.

"I … he's … he's dead, Bobby. I killed him."

Bobby gasped. "What happened, Sam?"

"I … he was hurting Dean."

"Where's Dean. He okay? Are you okay?" He was getting way to old for this shit.

"Dean, he's out cold. I can't get him to wake up, and I don't know where we are. D-dad left us at a cabin and said Dean should use a taser on me and he sent these two guys, and we got away but they caught up to us and … and … they were hurting Dean."

Bobby's mouth dropped open. "Okay son, just take a deep breath. And Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Keep an eye out for Angelo, okay? Wherever you find one Dawson, you'll find the other."

Another pause. "He-he's dead too."

Bobby's eyes closed. Whatever had happened there, it hadn't been good. "Okay, Sam. Tell me everything. How did you and Dean run across the Dawsons?"

Sam sighed, and Bobby heard him gulp. "D-dad said I was getting soft, that I needed conditioning, and he made Dean promise to do it. So he dropped us off at this cabin and gave Dean a bag of stuff he was supposed to use on me. It had a taser in it, Bobby, and duct tape and ropes and stuff." Sam paused then, and Bobby sat horrified. Dean? Use a taser on Sam?

"And anyway, Dean and me, we got away, but these two guys followed us, and I was still sick from the drugs Dad made me take and I slowed us down, and they caught up with us. They-they did awful things, Bobby." Sam's voice broke then.

Bobby swallowed hard, "Calm down, boy. It's gonna be okay."

But Sam was on a roll now, "And I could take all the stuff they did to me, but then they were gonna hurt Dean, and … and I … Bobby, I killed them, and I'm not sorry. I killed them both." Sam finished, voice shaking.

Bobby sat silent, not knowing what to say to comfort the boy he loved like a son.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah, Sam?"

"Y-you think me and Dean? I mean, could we come stay with you awhile? Something's really wrong with Dad."

Bobby cleared his throat, "Sam, you know that you and your brother have a home here anytime you need it. You hear me? You can come and stay a week or stay a lifetime, and I wouldn't mind a bit."

"Okay." Sam said, sighing, and Bobby could hear the relief in his voice. "Okay," he repeated.

It was time for Bobby to take charge. "Okay, Sam. Here's what we do. First, you need to burn those bodies. Rudy and Angelo were sadistic sons a bitches in life; I hate to think of what they'd be capable of as vengeful spirits."

"I did that already."

"Good. Now, we have to figure out where you are. This cabin, what'd it look like?" What state is it in?"

We're in Tennessee, in the Smoky Mountains. But that's all I know. The cabin - there was a lake, but we were the only ones on it. It was all dusty inside like nobody had been there in years. We rowed across the lake and started over the mountains and that's where we were when they found us. We're in some kind of forest and there's a stream and a cave.

"You say there's a stream?"

"Yeah, a stream."

"Okay, son. Here's the plan. You take your brother and follow the stream down, okay? Rudy still using that old satellite phone?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Take it with you, and leave it turned on, okay? I don't know a lot about satellite phones, but I'm thinking they'll be easier to track that way."

"Okay."

"Wherever that stream comes out, Sam, that's where I'll be, okay? And if I get there first, I'll hike up and meet you halfway. Sound good? I'm pretty sure I know which cabin that is, but there's another one just like it too, and we want to be sure."

"Okay."

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"How are you? Are you hurt?"

"Think my nose is broken, but that's all."

Bobby's eyes closed in fury. "Okay. You get your brother up and about, and get moving out of there. Stay on your toes too. That's bear country."

Silence.

"Okay." Sam said, sounding terrified.

Bobby cursed his own stupidity. "Look Sam, the worst part's over. A bear's a piece of cake compared to the Dawson's, right?" he chuckled. "You got a rifle?"

"Yeah, I got a high-powered rifle, and a sawed off, and Dean's .45."

"Okay, you're good then. You can do this, Sam. For Dean, okay?"

"Okay."

"And Sam?"

"Yeah Bobby?"

"None of this feeling guilty crap, you hear me? Those two were about as close to being the things we hunt as humans can get without crossing over. You did the world a favor, son. Ain't nobody anywhere gonna mourn Rudy or Angelo Dawson."