#26—"Bobby"
They were an hour out from Bobby's when Dean pulled out his cell phone and hit the speed dial for Bobby's number. It had been a while since he'd talked to the older man, but he'd kept his number handy anyway. Bobby was family.
It took several rings for Bobby to pick up. "What?" As usual, his voice was gruff and short, but to Dean, it was normal.
"Hey, Bobby. You home?"
"Dean? Yeah. I'm home. Why?"
"I'm heading your way. I'll be there in an hour or so." Dean said. He didn't add that Sam was with him. He wanted to see Bobby's face when the man saw Sam standing there.
"Lisa and the kids with ya?" Bobby asked. He'd last seen them when he visited them after Sami's birth. He considered himself their grandpa, and, like Sam, adored the little girl the most.
"Not this time, Bobby. Do you mind company a few days?" Dean knew Bobby's door was always open for family, but he asked anyway, not knowing if Bobby had any hunts lined up.
"You know better'n that, boy. Get your ass here already," Bobby growled.
Dean chuckled. "Yes, sir. Be there in a bit." Before he had the chance to shut his phone, he heard the dial tone on Bobby's end.
Sam glanced over at Dean, taking his eyes off the road a moment. Dean had surprised him a few hours earlier by asking him if he wanted to take his turn at the wheel. Sam gladly accepted. It'd been too long since he'd last driven the Impala. He'd missed her. "Bobby's home, I take it?"
"Yeah. He's home." Dean turned and gazed at his brother. "You ready for this, Sam? It's been five years since—"
"Yeah, I know," Sam agreed. "I'm ready." He pulled his attention from the road a moment and, sighing, said, "I missed him, Dean. Missed you both."
Dean turned and looked out his window and said, his voice not much louder than a murmur, "Yeah, Sammy. Same goes."