A/N: Sorry for taking so long getting this chapter posted. I had trouble with the flow of it. I hope you like it. Enjoy.

Sam was careful not to touch too much in the truck as he drove it several miles away from Bobby's salvage yard. Before he left with the truck, He made quick work of burning and burying the body of the tow truck driver. Now all he wanted to do was get back to his brother. Back to Dean.

Luck was on his side. Sam saw no one on the road. So when he pulled onto a dirt road to leave the truck, Sam was happy that he was not going to be linked to the missing driver.

Once he stopped the engine of the big truck, Sam made quick work of wiping down any possible sites for prints. He reached toward the visor and as he did, a picture fell into his lap. The moon light was strong enough for Sam to see it was a picture of a woman holding a baby.

Sam stared at the picture. How long? He couldn't tell you. His gut told him this was the wife and child of the man he had killed. This was the part of the job that got to him the most. Putting a human face on those that die. And with each human vessel that a demon ride, the innocents were left to pick up the pieces.

Taking one more look at the photo, Sam returned it to the visor after clearing his prints. He set in the driver seat rolling over what he had done to that family. Than something occurred on him.

Sam reached into his jacket pocket. The money Bobby gave Dean to give to the driver for towing the Impala was still in his pocket. As Sam pulled it out of his pocket, he looked at the wad of bills. Sam remembered seeing it by the body of the driver and shoving it into his pocket to give back to Bobby later. 'Bobby wouldn't mind.' He thought to himself.

Sam looked around the cab of the truck to find a place where he could hide the money that it wouldn't get stolen before the young family would find it. The glove-box. Sam carefully open the glove-box and tossed the bills in.

Closing the door, another thought came to mind. Sam removed the keys from the ignition and placed it in the lock to the door of the glove-box. Locking the compartment, Sam broke the key in the lock. The money would be safe for the family.

Sam quickly exited the truck and started walking back to Bobby's. He made sure that no one saw him on the road. He did think about stealing another car to get back quicker, but decided it would be better to walk all the way back. Another stolen car could be linked back to Bobby.

That was all right. Sam needed the time to think. He needed the time to think, to be by himself before his worries and concerns for his brother came flooding back over him. So, Sam walked.

The time was well spent for Sam. Thinking was what he needed to do. Now that he had Dean back, all Sam could think about was what will they do next. A smile grew across his face. He couldn't believe he was thinking about finding an other hunt. 'Boy, Dean would get a laugh out of that.' He thought.

Sam made it back to Bobby's safety. He approached the door, but before he could even knock, it opened to his brother's face. The Winchester boys stared at each other.

"About time, dude. We were holding dinner for you." Dean said with a smile.

"Sorry I'm late. My date dropped me off at the gate." Sam jokingly said as he walked in. He could see Bobby in the other room shaking his head. "Honey, I'm home." He called out to him.

Bobby, not being in the playful mood as the boys, only asked. "You take care of things?"

Sam and Dean demeanor changed. Sam took a deep breath. "Yeah." His answer was followed by an awkward silence. Sam finally added. "I left the money with the truck for his family." He waited for Bobby's approval.

It didn't take long. Bobby wheeled passed the boys as he said, "Good."

Sam knew better than to say any more on the subject. So he turned toward Dean, asking. "How you doing?"

Dean, who have been looking down at the floor finally looked back up to face his brother once again. "I'm doing fine, Joey." He pats Sam on the shoulder before he walks toward the living room. Sam's eyes follow his brother after he rolled them first.

Sam watched Dean set down and could tell something wasn't right. He turned to look at Bobby who only gave that 'You idget' look and wheeled over to the stove. Sam turned back to Dean who was sitting on the couch now. He was about to move over next to his brother when Bobby called out. "Grub's ready. Eat it or starve."

With that Dean was again on his feet and walking toward the table. The three took their places around Bobby's small kitchen table. Silence wasn't going to be their dinner companion.

Sam couldn't help but see something was bothering Dean. He would let his eyes drift toward Bobby who was also keeping a watchful eye on the older Winchester. "What gives?" Sam couldn't hold it in any longer.

Dean stopped playing with his food and looked be withered at the remark. "What do you mean?"

Bobby sighs. "Tell your brother what's bothering you so I can get back to my dinner."

Dean looked briefly toward the door than back at Sam. "All right. All right. I'm worried about Cas."

It wasn't till than that Sam realized he hadn't seen Cas all this time. He caught himself looking toward the door too. "It's been a while since I've seen him too." He didn't realize he said it aloud.

Dean laid his fork down. "Maybe we should go looking for him."

"And where would you look?" Bobby quickly dowsed the plan. "Would you call him? He hadn't carried his cell phone in months, boy. No, wait. Let's go to the police and report him missing." The brothers stole a glance at each other before returning their stare at the older hunter. "And just what do we say to the police? Officer, we've lost our angel. No. When he's able, he'll come back here. He always does." Bobby went back to eating. He stopped and looked at the boys who were just staring at him. "Eat." He ordered. The boys did as they were told. Bobby hid it well. He too was worried about their angelic friend.

After dinner, the three moved to the living room. Dean kept eying the couch. He looked over at Sam as he held up a fist in waiting. "For the couch?" Sam smiled as he shook his head. He too had his fist up. Dean started. "One. Two. Three." On three, their fist came down on their other hand. Dean laid out scissors on his hand. He looked over at what Sam had. His eyes grew. "I won." Dean couldn't believe it. "I won!" He was so excited, he didn't see the smile on Sam's face. Dean ran over to the couch and grabbed the blanket.

"I'll get you some blankets, Sam." Bobby said as he wheeled passed him. When he came back to find Sam still standing at the same place, watching his big brother enjoying his victory. As Bobby started to hand the blankets to Sam, he said to him. "In all my years of knowing you boys, I have never seen you lose at P-R-S."

Sam looked down at Bobby. "I thought he deserved to win at least once."

Bobby smiled at the younger Winchester as he turned to his room. "See you boys in the morning."

Just as the brothers were about to answer Bobby's remark, a beating on the door came. The three looked at each other. Dean was on his feet, ready for anything. "You expecting anybody, Bobby?"

"You think?" Bobby snapped back. Bobby's gun was in his hand and ready.

About that time, the door flied opened. In stumbled Castiel.

TBC

OH YES, TBC!!