Ellen was racing back the house as fast as her car would let her, with Bobby and John close behind her.
They had been driving for hours, trying to reach the rendezvous point that he had managed to agree with with other hunters, but they had to stop for gas and bathrooms. At that time, Ellen had tried to call Jo to find out, and make sure that her daughter was still at Singer Salvage.
There had been no answer. When Bobby tried to call Sam's cell phone there was still no answer. They then started to call the various numbers of the phones that he had on the wall of his house, stomach sinking when none of their calls were being answered.
It wasn't even protested, the three of them had quickly gone back into their cars and gotten back onto the road, trying to get back to South Dakota as fast as they could.
"It was a trap, bastard fucking tricked us." John muttered under his breath as he tried to keep up with Ellens driving. "Why the hell did he want to go there?"
"Could be the books, could be something else." Bobby said. "Or he just wanted to get to the kids, that was the best way to get to us."
John swallowed hard and pressed the pedal to the ground, speeding along the highway.
It was an odd feeling, to be so worried about someone else like this. Bobby liked some people, he liked Ellen and he liked John well enough. Rufus had his own category and everything else fell either under the 'tolerate' or 'not tolerate' categories in his mind.
But Sam...Sam was in a category completely different that Bobby had no idea how to deal with. Had no idea how to deal with the rush of panic that was coursing through him at the realization that Sam was in danger because of him, because he left and wasn't there to help him.
He always told Karen years ago that he wouldn't be a good father, that he had the worst feeling that he would just continue the cycle that his dad had done and he wanted to nip that in the bud; no kids meant no chance for anything to happen.
But then Sam had come into his life, desperate, alone and needing guidance and damn him but Bobby felt bad for the kid, he had felt a connection to him that he had no idea what to do with.
But the longer that Sam was at his house, staying close to him and full of questions and just so damn wiggling his way into Bobby's mind that he couldn't ignore it anymore.
He cared about the boy, he cared about him a lot. During the late nights when he couldn't sleep and he was trying to not think of Karen's screams he indulged in thinking of what could have been. If he would've broken down and had a child with Karen.
Or maybe even if it was Sam. Sam had no parents, he had been an orphan for years that managed to get lucky with a scholarship to Stanford so maybe...he could've adopted him. He and Karen could've adopted Sam and raised him as their own.
And he hated how much he could see that happening, hated how much he enjoyed the thought, hated how much he was coming to really like the kid.
And he was downright terrified about what he was going to see at his house, terrified that he had left Sam and Jo to the so called mercy of a demon.
He almost felt like slumping over when he finally saw his house and that it was still standing. But there was a strange car parked right outside the house that he didn't recognize.
The car skidded to a stop, making him bring his arms up to prevent his face from banging against the dashboard. He turned to shout at John but the words died out before he could even say them when he saw the others mans face.
To say that the man was pale was an understatement, it was as if there had never been any color in his face at all. His eyes were wide, pupils shrink to pinpoints, and he was shaking hard enough that Bobby was afraid for a moment that he was about to have a heart attack.
"John?" he asked, reaching to touch his shoulder.
The man's eyes were pinned to the car in front of him, a small what could be called almost whimpering sound escaping from him that Bobby had never heard him make.
"That car." he managed to choke out, breaths coming out in gasps. "That car. That...I know...the car."
Bobby looked at the car and started to look back at John before the realization hit him, making his own stomach drop.
When it came to demons, when it came to a certain car, when it comes to just how he was acting and everything else.
He suddenly had a damn good feeling who was in his house.
"C'mon." Bobby said, getting out of the truck and going to Ellens side, giving John a moment of privacy that he needed. Ellen was opening his front door as he heard John get out as well.
"Jo? Jo!" Ellen shouted out, panicking and desperate. A choked sound escaped her and Bobby swore when they saw Jo on the couch, her front covered in blood. Ellen raced to her daughter, gripping at her and trying to wake her.
Bobby felt the hair rise on the back of his neck and ducked, narrowly missing his iron poker being swung through the air at him. He reached instinctively to the gun tucked into his back, hand coming up to grip at the iron poker and blinking when he saw who was using it. "Sam?"
Sam was breathed heavily, eyes wide and his front was also covered in blood. There was what looked like a deep cut on his arm and he seemed to be favoring one side than the other. "Bobby?" he managed to get out, voice shaking. "Is it actually you?"
Bobby barely had time to nod when Sam let out a sob, dropping the poker and rushing to the other man, clinging hard to him. Trying not to think too much of it Bobby wrapped his arms around him.
"What happened?" he asked in what he hoped was a steady voice.
"A...the demon came. A bit after you left." Sam choked out. "It...it hurt Jo, I didn't...I didn't know if she's..." his breathing hitched and he needed a moment before continuing. "I remembered what you said about downstairs so I ran there...the demon...it followed me. It was saying things, things about Jessica," his voice heightened and his entire body shook.
"It's alright Sam, it's alright." Bobby said as soothingly as he could. "Then what?"
"I just...I just ran downstairs and...it did too and it just..." he waved his hand. "It got down there but the...the room worked. Its..." his voice broke to a whisper. "It's still down there."
John ignored the others, hearing what he needed to hear, and slowly he went downstairs into Bobby's panic room, heart beating so fast that he thought it was going to burst out of his chest. The closer he got to the room, the more his legs were shaking.
Before he could lose his courage, whatever little he had, he opened the door and stepped in, feeling his entire body freeze.
It was most definitely a man in the middle of the devil's trap. He was tall and broad, dirty blonde and he could see a sprinkle of freckles along his face when he slowly turned around. His eyes were black but then he blinked and the black disappeared ,turning into green.
Green eyes.
Familiar green eyes.
So familiar that it made him want to throw up.
They were the same eyes that looked up at him a wide smile. They were the same eyes that he had seen turn black on the worst day of his life.
They were the green eyes that looked up at him that looked so much like...like...
"Dean?"
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