A/n: Hello everyone! Alright, so another holiday draws near and like all the rest of them, I don't think I will be making a SPN Christmas story this year. However, I've decided I'm going to post a chapter of He's Still My Brother every Wednesday this month.

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Chapter 6

Dean woke with a start the next morning. After having first opened his eyes to find himself suffocating in a coffin and then in a prison, it didn't come as a shock to him that he had expected to wake up and find himself somewhere unpleasant. Fortunately, this time had been different. Light was streaming in from the windows behind the sofa Dean had been sleeping on. The books and papers that had been all over the room were exactly as they had been the day before. The elder Winchester let out a sigh of relief. It hadn't all been a dream, he had escaped from Gordon Walker and his panic room. But had an angel really been the reason? Or had he dreamed that? If he hadn't been saved from a winged man in a trench coat, how had he managed to get away and get to Bobby's?

"Figured you'd be up," a gruff voice interrupted Dean's thoughts as Bobby appeared from the hallway. The young man blinked at him, his brain still working on catching up. "Coffee?"

"Yes please," Dean answered with groan as he got to his feet. The hunter made his way into the kitchen with his guest not far behind him. He quickly got to work readying the morning caffeine while Dean took a seat at his disarranged table.

"So," he cleared his throat "we know Sam's not in Illinois, what's our next idea?"

Bobby let out a sigh. "Yer guess is as good as mine."

"Well, Jess is dead and his so called best friend is a monster, I can't imagine he's back in California."

Bobby poured two cups of coffee and handed one to Dean.

"Makes sense."

"He's not with Mom," the young man stared absently at his mug for a moment before running his hands over his face. "I have no clue where he is."

The hunter nodded sadly in agreement. His eyes snapped suddenly back at his guest occupying the chair.

"Ya know now that I thinka it, I may know how to find him."

Dean's eyes grew hopeful "how?"

"Tracking spell." Bobby explained. "There's loads of 'em. Only problem is some of them call fer some real exclusive items."

"Such as?"

"Essence of a Kraken."

The young man's eyes widened. "Those are real?" He asked.

"Must be if a spell calls for it."

"Well do you happen to know of any spells that don't call for exclusive items?"

"You know, I just might." The hunter placed his coffee on the counter and exited the kitchen.

Dean tried not to allow himself to get too excited, but just hearing the up turn in his friend's voice gave him a surge of hope.

He took a sip of the coffee to test it's temperature and almost downed it there and then. It was even more inviting and rewarding than the chili had been the night before. He allowed himself to take a good size gulp of it before placing it back on the table. Dean could hear Bobby in the next room over and as he leaned over to peek around the door frame, he could make out the hunter's form over the desk by the fireplace. Curiosity got the better of the young man and he grabbed his mug and joined his friend with a perplexed look on his face.

"I can't believe I didn't thinka this sooner," Bobby said more to himself than to Dean.

"What is it?" He gazed at what looked like a pendulum on a tripod placed over a map.

"This is gonna point us right to Sam," he replied with confidence.

"It's gonna show us what State he's in?" The elder Winchester brother asked unable to keep the hope out of his voice.

"Son, we're gonna know the street."

The young man could feel his heartbeat pick up and he knew it had nothing to do with the currently ignored cup of caffeine still in his grasp. Dean watched fully engrossed in the object that his friend had claimed would tell him exactly where his remaining family was while the hunter began to chant something that didn't quite sound like English. The pendulum began to move around at first back and forth and quickly built up speed moving in all directions. Once Bobby completed the words and fell silent, the device gave one final swing before the pointer stopped on a spot on the map and held its position. Both men leaned in to look at where it had pointed and Dean's breath caught in his throat.

"We've gotta go," he said abandoning his spot quickly.

"Hold on," Bobby started.

"We don't have time to hold on, Sam's at least five and half hours away. We've gotta go."

"Five'na half? Maybe when it's not snowin'." The elder brother hadn't factored in the weather. His friend was right, it was more likely to be anywhere from seven to eight or more depending on how heavily it was snowing.

"All the more reason to get our asses in gear."

"What's got yer boxers in'a twist?"

Dean gave the hunter an incredulous look. "You slip on a banana peel recently?"

"I understand he's yer brother and you wanna find him, I do too, but correct me if I'm wrong, you're surprised by his location. You know where he is."

"I don't have time for this!"

"Considerin' the fact that I'm the one with the car and that the mirror in the bathroom wasn't broken before I went to bed last night, I'd say you can spare a few minutes."

The younger man sighed and his voice became less urgent and demanding. "I'm sorry about the mirror Bobby, I don't know what came over me last night."

"I'm not worried about the mirror ya idjit, I'm worried about you."

"Me?"

"You just got back from bein' deader'na doornail and then tortured, of course I'm worried."

"You don't have to worry about me. I'm fine," Dean said nonchalantly. "I'm just worried about Sam."

"Anyone with eyes can see that," the hunter replied. "Just remember to also take care of yerself."

"I will."

"And another thing, when we find yer brother, go easy. I know that as relieved as yer gonna be ta see him, if he is the reason yer back, yer gonna have some questions. Just remember to take it easy. We have no idea what he's been doin' or what's been goin' on with him for over a year now. And he's gone through a lot." Dean wanted to respond, but decided against it. "So, I'll ask ya again, what's so surprisin' about Lawrence Kansas? What does that mean?"

The elder Winchester took a breath and and then exhaled, he could feel his heart still pounding.

"It means he's home."

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