*I was going to skip this episode all together, but I thought I'd do this little section for fun. I can only imagine Bela laughing at Dean when finding out he's turned into an 80 year old man.

Rochester, Minnesota. Motel Room. Mid August 2009.

They'd all headed to Bobby's to catch up after leaving Alliance, and after a couple days there the boys headed back out on the road and Bela headed home for a while. It'd been about 3 weeks since they'd seen each other. That was the life though, the travel made time fly. The boys had circled back closer to Bobby's now, only about 4 hours away.

Dean and Bobby had gotten in a little too deep on the latest case. Bobby tried to win back his legs in a poker match with a witch by exchanging life years, but he lost. Dean though he was good enough to go in and play for Bobby's years back...and that didn't work. So now Dean had aged into an old man. Sam had found it quite comical really, well he would if he didn't have to worry about Dean dying on him.

Sam started getting ready to leave to go check out the witch's place. Dean's phone rang. He grinned at the number, after all they hadn't spoken since leaving Bobby's 3 weeks ago.

"Hey." he answered.

"Sorry...who is this?" Bela asked.

"Huh?" Dean asked, confused. Then thought for a second. She didn't know it was him. "Bela it's me."

"Are you sick?" She asked him.

"Uh no, not really. Just old."

"Old? Dean you're only near 30."

"Well...technically. Just not at the moment. Don't worry, we'll fix it."

"Fix it? Fix what?"

"Well Bobby's a moron." Dean said. Bobby glared at him again. "And decided to play a witch in a poker game where instead of money you won life years. He lost. So I tried to win them back for him...which I did, but I lost 50."

"Oh my God. I thought you were good at poker?" Bela got out between laughing.

"You sound like Sam. I am, he's just...well a really old witch. He's good."

"So you're around 80 years old? I would love to see that."

"It ain't funny." he whined.

"Hmm you're grumpier than usual. Tell Sam to take a picture for me."

"Yeah I don't think so. Too bad you're not here. Bobby doesn't have the years to lose, and Sam was never a good player."

"Are you saying I'm better than you?" Bela teased. Theyboth knew she was too.

"Hell no I'm saying you're younger than Bobby and better than Sam. They won't let me play because if I lose any more years I'm gonna die of old age."

Bela frowned on the other end. "Please tell me you have a plan."

"Yeah, the witch's witchy girlfriend stopped by with a spell to undo all of the guy's magic. I just hope Sam's at least good enough to distract him long enough for us to complete the ritual."

"You boys really get into far too much trouble. Can't leave you alone can I?"

"Hey we were doin' fine. It's Bobby's fault."

Again, Bobby gave him a death stare. Sam motioned it was time to go.

"Alrigh, we gotta run...well I'm not really running much anymore, but you know what I mean."

"Be careful, bloody idiot." She said.

Dean laughed, hanging up the phone.

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The next day.

Dean was in the shower while Sam packed up. Bobby had left a few minutes before. While Sam was out getting food Dean had the chance to get after Bobby a little, and he needed it. It had nearly killed Dean earlier when Bobby mentioned wanting to die if he couldn't walk again after all this was over. After a short pep talk about family and Dean and Sam needing him, Dean finally got through to the older man. Dean was tired of people dying on him.

Dean's cell rang and Sam walked over to it.

"Hello."

"Sam. Tell me just because you're answering doesn't mean Dean died of old age?" She asked, trying to say it lightly but she was actually very serious.

"No, he's fine."

"It worked then?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. Tell him I'll call back later, I'm in the middle of following a lead on the Colt."

"Really? Got a location?"

"No, not yet. A couple symbols here and there on the demon who has it now, nothing concrete. I'll let you boys know when I find something."

"Great." Sam said. "Thanks."

"Yeah." she said. It was strange, Sam had never thanked her before, and rarely acknowledged her assistance. Guess he was getting better.

They both hung up.

End Chapter.