At the Roadhouse Saloon…
The three Winchesters sat at the bar as Ellen layed down a couple of beers, "You three did a hell of a job. Your dad'd be proud."
Sam smiled at that, "Thanks."
Jo sat down on the other side of Dean and looked to Angel and Sam pointedly as a small smile played on her lips. Dean rose a brow between them as Sam smiled back awkwardly. When she locked eyes with Angel, the eldest Winchester caught on quickly.
"Uh, Sammy…" Angel bumped his shoulder, "Let's go sit over here."
A few moments later the back door opened and Ash entered, carrying the folder and a bizarre looking laptop, "Where you guys been? Been waitin' for ya."
Angel smirked, "We were workin' a job, Ash, remember?" When he just started at her she stared back, "On clowns?"
"Clowns? What the fu-"
Dean interrupted as he walked over, "You got something for us, Ash?"
Ash set the laptop down on a table. It looked homemade, with exposed wiring.
"The Demons nowhere around. At least, nowhere I can find. But if this fugly bastard raises his head, I'll know. I mean, I'm on it like Divine on dog dookie."
"Uh…" Angel studied him, confused, "What?"
"I mean, any of those signs or omens appear, anywhere in the world, my rig'll go off. Like a fire alarm."
Dean reached for the laptop, "Do you mind…" Ash gave him an incredulous look causing Dean to pull his hand back from the keyboard, "Yeah."
Ash continued staring at him, "What's up, man?"
"Ash…" Sam earned his attention, "Where did you learn to do all this?"
"M.I.T. Before I got bounced for... fighting."
"M.I.T.?"
Angel surveyed him, "You got into fights?"
"Okay." Dean lightly hit the table, "Give us a call as soon as you know something?"
"Si, si, compadre." He winked at Angel, "Feel free to call me, baby."
Angel chuckled, "Okay, i'll keep that in mind."
Dean took another sip of his beer before setting it down and leading them toward the door.
"Hey, listen…" Ellen called to them, "If you three need a place to stay I've got a couple beds out back."
"Thanks, but no." Dean shook his head, "There's something I gotta finish."
Bobby's Junkyard…
Dean was working on Impala again, as Angel washed the Trans Am close by.
Sam paced between them, "You two were right."
Angel looked over as did Dean, "About what?"
"About me and Dad. I'm sorry that the last time I was with him I tried to pick a fight. I'm sorry that I spent most of my life angry at him. I mean, for all I know he died thinking that I hate him. So you guys are right… What I'm doing right now, it's too little. It's too late." His lip trembles, "I miss him. And I feel guilty as hell. And I'm not alright. Not at all. But neither are you two. That much I know."
Taking a silent moment, he looked down before turning and leaving.
"Sam…"
Angel called before looking to Dean who was still and stone faced. Turning, she took off after her youngest brother. Dean stayed still for a moment before picking up a crowbar and smashing the window of a nearby car. Then he started slamming it into the trunk of the Impala, over and over again until a hole formed in the metal. He dropped the crowbar as he breathed heavily from the exertion and looked after where his siblings walked away, lip trembling with emotion.