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Chapter 25

Dean tossed and turned as he tried for hours to sleep before he finally gave up and sat up. There was a small twinge that Sam might not be gone hence the not sleeping. It was obvious that Sammy was worried about it, even going so far as to hand cuff himself to the cot. Dean shook his head and stood. Maybe coffee… he thought as he headed out the door. He turned back at the entrance to look at Sammy one more time. He was still asleep so Dean turned around again and headed through the door. He went upstairs, grabbed a cup and realized that someone had already made coffee. Probably Bobby. After he poured himself a cup he wandered around the house as he admired the shelves they'd built and headed into the library. He was surprised to see Bobby there at his desk, surrounded by books, "Hey, Bobby, you didn't go to bed last night?" He asked as he walked over to sit in a chair beside the desk.

"Shit, Dean… you bitch about Cas when you're just as bad." Bobby snapped as he sat his cup the rest of the way down and turned his book over in his lap to mark his place.

"Sorry, Bobby," Dean said with a grin as he watched Bobby over the rim of his cup.

Bobby looked around until he spotted the rag Sammy had used to dust the shelves he grabbed it and wiped the spilt coffee off the top of his desk.

"You not go to bed last night?" Dean repeated.

"No, Sherlock, I didn't." Snapped Bobby as he threw the rag at him with a cranky glare.

Dean easily dodged it as he waited for Bobby to say whatever he had on his mind. He only got this way when he was tired and worried and didn't feeling like he could find the things he needed for whatever he was working on.

Finally Bobby sighed and looked at Dean before he told him, "I'm not too confident in your winged buddy as of late."

Dean raised an eyebrow in surprise and asked, "How so? In what department?"

"In the saving Sammy's ass department." Bobby stated flatly.

"Really?" Dean asked, sitting his own cup of coffee on the desk and standing to lean on the side of the desk to listen to Bobby.

"Yea. He hasn't found anything to help in case we need to bind Sam. I'm not leaving you boys blowing in the breeze because he's preoccupied with something else. You have to admit, since they don't need you boys to fix their fuckups, they haven't been around much." Bobby stated when he folded his arms across his chest as he dared Dean to argue.

Dean sighed as he scrubbed at his face with one hand while he asked, "What do you suggest we do?"

"I've got an idea for a banishing spell I'm working on. I'm translating an old Gaelic text to Japanese and combining two spells, one Gaelic and the other Japanese to permanently remove the problem. It will have to be said in Japanese to work I think. But it should be finished later today. I just have a couple of kinks to work out." Bobby informed him as he set the book from his lap onto the desk.

"How long you been working on it, Bobby?" Dean asked as he thought how Bobby never ceased to amaze him. He'd come up with a Japanese obscure something to get rid of that pissed off spirit or was that for the sickness itself when Dean had caught ghost sickness? He was trying to remember when Bobby interrupted his thoughts.

"Since Sam made a reappearance that day here in the library. Kitty is sending one book in particular that has the whole Japanese spell. I'm doing this from memory. I just want it to be right." Bobby said quietly as he picked up his coffee again.

"What about Cas?" Dean asked as he watched Bobby.

"What about him, we just need to protect you boys…" Bobby asked as he looked at Dean over the lip of his cup.

"Bobby." Dean said with a you might be over reacting tone.

"Dean, I'm not risking you. If it comes down between you, I'll take out Sam. It's what Sammy would want." Bobby raised his voice as he started to get aggravated again.

"Bobby. Tha… He's my brother." Dean said softly.

"Dean, we will save him. But we have to be prepared to protect him if there is even a small chance…" Bobby stated firmly.

Sammy stumbled to a stop on the stairs, "Dean, I'm not risking you. If it comes down between you, I'll take out Sam…" Sammy heard Bobby say… Oh, god, what did I do? Sammy wondered in a panic. Did I hurt Dean again?

Sammy didn't wait to hear more, he wouldn't put that burden on Dean. He had done that before and it had nearly destroyed them… Dean. He'd take care of it this time. He snuck out the back door as he made sure it closed soundless behind him.

If Bobby felt he was a threat… At least he was willing to protect Dean from him… Dean, I'm not risking you. If it comes down between you, I'll take out Sam. Sammy nodded, he was okay with that, but knew Dean wouldn't be. So, he would do his part this time and end the danger once and for all.

The impala was unlocked just like he knew it would be. Dean had been so mad he hadn't locked her back up. He went to the driver's side and opened the door. He reached under the seat to pull out Dean's nine. He lightly tossed it in his hand, feeling reassurance in the weightiness of it. He waist banded it before he closed the door quietly. It didn't close all the way but he didn't bother to; it would make too much noise for that.

He looked around. He didn't want to do it on Bobby's property. He thought about the meadow back in the woods behind the house. He always liked that spot as a kid. He wasn't sure if it would be a place Dean would remember let alone think to look.

He headed that way. About halfway there he heard something behind him. He turned to see Boo had followed him. He pointed past her as he said firmly, "Go home. You can't go where I'm going."

She meowed and rubbed up against his legs as she circled him.

He smiled sadly down at her as he dropped his hand, "You have to go back. Go to Dean."

She looked up at him meowed once and took off at a run.

Sammy stared at her oddly saddened by her quick abandonment.

He slowly turned back and proceeded on towards the meadow.

Right after Dean and Bobby started talking; a few minutes after Sammy had went around the house a moving truck arrived it honked as it came up the drive.

Dean went to look out the living room window as he asked, "Hey, Bobby. How big was that lady's library collection?"

"At least as big as mine. She's a lot older than me… a little bigger maybe." Bobby said distractedly still looking at his notes as he picked his book back up to compare with his notes.

"I think you better rethink that, old man. I don't think we made enough shelves." Dean chuckled as he headed for the front door.

Bobby dropped his book on top of his notes on the desk as he became instantly interested he made a beeline for the front door.

Rumy II had them stopped at the back of their truck not letting them any closer. Bobby walked over and placed a hand on his head, causing him to stop immediately and sit, staring and drooling at the delivery men.

"Looking for a Mr. Robert Singer." The tall one said as he glanced at his clipboard and then back at them.

"That'd be me. Did she give you a package as well?" Bobby asked as he wasted no time getting to the point.

The short guy handed Bobby a small box as the other one handed the clipboard to Bobby. "Here is a list of all the boxes, they are numbered. You can check off them as we unload. That way you know you have all of them." He pointed at the box in Bobby's hand, "That one is box number one."

Bobby took the clipboard and shuffled through the pages until he found the last page.

Dean whistled as he read over Bobby's shoulder, "You have got to be kidding me where the hell are we going to put all that? 347 boxes… holy shit, Bobby…"

Bobby glared at him as the tall guy asked, "Where do you want them?"

Bobby turned as he told the guy, "Follow me and I'll show where to start putting them."

Dean was headed for the house himself when he saw Sammy's cat come around the corner. He waited for Sammy to follow, but by the time the cat was halfway to him, Sammy was still nowhere to be seen. Huh.

The cat spotted Dean and ran the rest of the way to him launching itself towards Dean's chest.

"Whoa… what the hell?" He muttered as he grabbed the cat and looked at it. It was meowing in almost a distressed way. Weird. Dean thought as the cat pushed off Dean's chest with its paws and ran to the side of the house.

Dean hissed as the claws dug in. That's going to leave marks…

It looked back as it stopped to stare at Dean.

Dean stopped rubbing his chest and stared back… What did the damn thing want?

TBC