AN: i'm SO TERRIBLY SORRY for not posting for so long. Work has kept me busier than needed :). I will get this one done before my vacation is up. So here is part 1 of the end. Enjoy!
Dean sat at Bobby's kitchen table scouring the lore on latest baddie while Sam worked hunched over the computer.
Dean's phone rang for the fourth time in two hours and like the last three, Dean simply looked at the screen and hit ignore and went back to flipping pages. Sam sighed and stretched out his aching back.
"Answer it Dean."
"No." Dean said and took a pull from the beer by his hand.
"Why not?"
"I don't know who it is."
"When has that ever stopped you before?" Sam asked exasperated. He took the phone from his brother and started scanning the phone log.
"Hey! I don't look through your phone."
Sam ignored him. "This number has left you four voice mails Dean."
"I listened to one."
"So you lied?" Sam accused.
"I just didn't want you all over me about it."
"Who is it?"
"One of Andrew's friends."
"What does he want?"
"I don't know. I only listened long enough to figure out who it was. He probably wants us to life the ban on seeing us or him or whatever, but just like Andrew, this dude doesn't know what he's asking for."
"Dean…"
"Oh come on Sam. We made this decision together. We decided that it was best that Andrew not contact us we don't want all of the things out there that want our heads on platters to be after him now do we?"
"But, if this guy has called four times now, don't you think it might be something a little more than just wanting us to lift the ban on time spent?"
"Don't know, and I don't care." Dean said and went back to looking through the book.
"That's bull shit and you know it." Sam said with a shake of his head and punched the numbers into the phone that unlocked Dean's voice mail.
"Oh that's just not right. You're breaking into my phone. Can't a man have any privacy."
"As long as the password continues to be a variation on the spelling of Winchester, no, you may not have any privacy." Dean grumbled a little and went back to reading and didn't' notice the pallid look on Sam's face after listening to the messages.
"Dean."
"What?" he asked grumpily.
"Andrew's been kidnapped…."
"What?" he asked again this time picking his feet up off of the table, letting the chair rock back down on all four legs, and giving his brother an incredulous look.
"Some guy named Clive, apparently one of Andrew's friends, was with him when some big dudes came and took him away. He is hoping for our help, because we are the only family he has left."
"Damnit!" Dean cursed.
"What's going on?" Bobby asked as he came inside wiping his hands on a rag. "You figure out what you're hunting?"
"No. Andrew was kidnapped."
"He's a grown man." Bobby stated somewhat confused.
"Yeah, a grown man that is a Winchester, a Winchester that the monster community didn't know existed before he walked into our lives." Dean muttered and grabbed the cell phone that Sam had just put down. Dean went into the call log and dialed the number that apparently went to Andrew's friend Cive.
"Hello?" A frantic sounding man answered.
"This Clive?"
"This Dean Winchester?"
"Yes." Dean answered.
"Sure took you long enough to pick up."
Dean ignored him. "Where are you?"
"I'm looking for your grandfather."
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, he hated dealing with civilians anymore. "Give me a state, a city, something I can use dude."
"Tennessee."
"Did you see him get taken?"
"Yes."
"Where were you?" Dean snapped. He felt as if he was trying to put this man's teeth out of his head with sticky tape.
"We were at this bar, Mendles, and…"
"Wait, did you say Mendles?" Sam and Bobby both perked up at the name of the bar.
"Yeah, why?" Dean closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
"The bar has a reputation." Dean hedged. Dean continued to question Clive, continued to get information out of the elderly man as he motioned for Sam to pack his crap. He ended the conversation with a place to meet up with Clive. Dean then threw his phone across the table, pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"Hunters have him." Dean said softly and pounded the palm of his hand on the table. "Damnit! I knew he had no business going with us on a hunt! He should never have looked for us. Should never have contacted us!
"Dean, he didn't know the bar was a hunter hang out." Sam said.
Dean gave his brother an evil glare. Sam stopped talking and Bobby sighed. "You need me on the phones or should I come with you?"
Dean thought for a moment and said, "I think I need you to come along. Maybe these hunters know you and you can talk some sense into them."
Bobby gave a rueful smile and said, "Yeah, right, like any hunter can have sense talked into him. That's just plain fantasy."
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The diner they had made plans to meet Clive at was nothing to scream at. It was a hole in the wall, much like most of the places they normally frequented, however, this one seemed to have the kindest waitresses and the best apple pie short of homemade, and that made it a semi-frequent (as frequent as two men with demons, angels, and whatever on their ass, could) rest stop on their drives through Tennessee.
Clive stood up when he saw the Winchesters and Dean smiled at the waitress who was headed towards them to seat them and she nodded and grabbed three menus and headed towards Clive's table.
Clive looked at the three men before him and finally asked, "Which one of you is Dean Winchester?"
"That would be me." Dean low voice rumbled. Clive stuck his hand out and Dean paused, confused for a moment, and then shook the man's hand. It had been a long time since someone he had come to meet had wanted to exchange pleasantries before cussing him out. Clive introduced himself to Sam and Bobby and shook their hands as well, and the four of them sat down at the table.
"You guys got here quick."
Dean ignored the comment and looked Clive straight into his bespeckled eyes. "What can you tell us about the men that took Andrew?"
"Not a whole lot I'm afraid." Clive fiddled with the fork beside his water glass and said. "There were two of them. Both about middle age, one was tall and skinny the other one was maybe an inch taller than him but much thicker, stocky. The stockier of the two was the one who took Andrew. I stood to go and help him and the man at the table next to me stopped me and said that you Winchesters have it coming to you, and that I shouldn't interfere."
"That's true. You shouldn't interfere. You don't want these people to know you exist." Sam said softly.
"What kinds of things are you boys mixed up in?" Clive asked softly.
"Things that your worst nightmares would want to run away from." Dean replied.
"You find out what direction they went in?" Bobby asked.
"No. No one let me out of the bar until they were sure that I wouldn't be able to find out that kind of information."
"Okay." Dean said with a sigh. "Thanks Clive." Dean stood to leave, Sam and Bobby following suit.
"Wait!" Clive said and got to his own feet.
"Aren't we going to call the police?"
"No. This isn't business that the police can tackle." Dean said.
"I want to help." Clive said.
"No." Sam said gently. "No. You stay here, man the phone. We'll call you the moment we find him." Dean noted that Sam had turned on the patented Sammy Winchester puppy dog eyes, and he had to fight not to smile. Even in the midst of this, this, debacle, seeing Sam being Sammy filled Dean with a joy he hadn't felt in ages.
Clive, like every normal human being, succumbed to the puppy gaze and nodded. "You promise you'll call me as soon as you find him?" Clive asked.
"I promise." Sam affirmed and gave a tender smile.
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The first step in finding the man was to go to the bar. Dean gave some well punctuated threats, while Sam played good cop and tried to charm information out of them. However neither tactic worked. It was Bobby who was the one to get information out of the bartender. Turned out that he owed Bobby a favor.
"Nelson and Spencer took him."
"What the hell could Nelson and Spencer want with an old man?" Bobby asked confused.
"You sure it's an old man Bobby?" The bartender asked as he cleaned the wood bar.
"Yeah. I am. Man's been at my place a couple of times. No way can he get through my tests if he weren't what he says he is."
"No, I'm not implying that he might not be a man. I'm asking you if you really think he's the boy's grandfather and not their father."
"Our dad is dead." Dean said definitively and with heat.
"Trust me, John Winchester is very much gone. I helped the boys salt and burn his body."
"You of all people should know that death means nothing when your last name is Winchester."