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December 22nd, 2004
Dean was groggy when he woke up feeling the customary after migraine hangover that was always waiting to rub the fact he was nine-kinds-of-messed-up in his face. Sitting in the guest bed at Bobby's house shirtless and in jeans he looked around. His eyes while still sensitive to the light streaming through the windows were blessedly normal. There wasn't the sharp stabbing sensation he was expecting instead being just a dull thump behind his eyes. Slowly he turned his head looking at the old atomic alarm clock on the nightstand, 9:47 AM.
That was not as bad as he was expecting honestly, he thought it was much closer to noon. Though he knew that Bobby had more than likely started his day about 4 hours ago being one of those early risers. 'They are all nuts.' He thought reaching for one of the shirts laying on the bed next to him. The black under shirt should be fine for another day he thought lifting to his nose and taking a whiff… okay he was wrong this shirt needed 10 units of laundry detergent stat. He let the offending shirt drop back onto the bed. He looked around the room again. Where was his bag?
Spotting it next to the door he stood and started to reach to get it, though he moved way to fast the room spun for a moment and then settled again. Grabbing the bag, he started freshening up in the bathroom across the hall. Finishing he walked back in the room looking through his back for his phone. He did not see it; he checked his pockets and came up empty handed again. More then likely it was in the Impala but the rumble in his stomach made him not care about the whereabouts of his worse for wear flip phone. The odds of getting a call from anyone was slim to none with one of the only two people he talked to being present. Not just that he was excited to find Bobby.
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Meanwhile Deans phone buzzed furiously in the passenger seat of the Impala the little black display showing 9 missed calls.
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Dean found breakfast fast, Bobby had left him a towering pile of eggs and bacon on the stove, grinning like a school kid the hunter wasted no time shoving the plate into Bobby's ancient microwave and tuning the dial up. Halfway through his feast the front door opened, and Bobby and Rummy walked in. Bobby smiled at Dean as he walked into the kitchen and started washing his hands with the mechanics soap he always kept under the sink.
"How are you doing today?" Bobby turned and asked wiping his hands on the towel hanging from the oven.
"I am doing pretty good; I will be doing much better if you let me put a strait pipe on a minivan though." Dean said with a shit-eating grin. The thought of a '94 Honda minivan rolling unmuffled down the streets was an amusing one.
Bobby snorted "you're an idjit, son. I found her a new catalytic converter in the yard yesterday and replaced it. Next time that silly things in here I may let you do it." Bobby finished shaking his head and pulling a leftover sandwich from last night out of the fridge. "I do have a Chevy Silverado that needs a new bumper put on it. The bumper is sitting out in front of the shop and it's the silver '01 sitting in the back of the lot. Once you get that all finished up you can help me finish up changing the axel on Mr. Regs old pickup." Bobby finished pulling what definitely looked like a teenagers set of keys of the wall and throwing them to Dean; dean caught the keys by the dangling chain and pompoms. Looking down at the keys he wondered if the truck belonged to a teenage girl the kissy lip key chain sure made it appear to be. Dean looked back at Bobby who was looking at him closely.
"Alrighty, sounds good to me." Dean said starting to stand up and put his dirty dishes in the sink deciding that he'd do them later after it got to dark to work outside.
"Dean, you sure you're alright after last night?" Bobby asked before dean could leave the house.
"Yeah, I am just peachy!" He quipped back sassily as he ran off to go play with cars and tools, some of his favorite things. Bobby just shook his head; it was nice to have the kid back he though finishing his sandwich before walking the same direction as the boy.
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John was beyond mad as he tore through Kansas, he tried calling Dean again but only got the infuriating "I am sorry but the person you're trying to reach is currently unavailable" bullshit. He had just finished hunting ghouls in Colorado, and he was on his way to another case in North Dakota before he remembered that he hadn't heard from Dean sense he had sent the kid to Texas. It was very unlike Dean to not call every 2 or 3 days. The kid was always to worried about everyone elses hides and not his own an attribute that John was sure would get him killed on a job one day.
John ran his hand through his hair, and habit he had picked up dealing with Sam for years, but Sam was gone now. The kid was a stubborn asshole if ever there was one, but none-the-less the kid was smart, and it would be a lie for John to say he wasn't at least a little proud of the boy. But the kid wasn't a soldier like is brother and that made him much harder for John to understand. The phone in his hand went to voice mail again. Swearing John pulled the truck over and started looking through the box of old yellow legal pads he kept he and Deans information on. He found the one he was looking for and quickly dialed the phone number of the cheap hotel his son was staying in.
"This is the Cactus Inn, how may I help you?" A kind voice chimed in over the line.
"Hi, yes I am looking for a young man that was staying at your motel last week. His name was Dean Winchester." John finished trying to not let his frustration bleed into his words. Apparently, it worked as John heard the woman giggle slightly "Your talking about that good looking fellow that was staying in room 6, correct?" The woman asked.
"Yes, that's the one." He affirmed looking down at the room number written on the paper.
"I am sorry sir, he checked out yesterday morning." She finished.
'Damn it!' He thought. 'Where did that kid go?'
"Thank you, ma'am, bye." He said ending the call before she could reply.
It was getting late now John noted looking at the sun and noting that it was only a finger above the horizon. He had to call Bobby, surely, he would know or at lease have an idea what or where his son was.
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Bobby and Dean walked happily back to the house, both men were grease stained and exhausted from a day full of knocking out some of Bobby's larger mechanic jobs, but both felt better then they had in a while. Bobby had let Dean vent about Sam and John for a few hours and Dean laughed his head off at some old stories that he shared about his old hunting days. Overall, both felt very content as they walked in the dark house. With only the last dying rays of sunlight coming through the window allowing them to see the light switch.
Dean walked to the wall and flipped the switch, Bobby watched him blink a few times in the yellow lights of the fluorescent bulbs. He had been keeping a close eye on Dean for most of the day worried about the kid relapsing and getting another headache, but the boy seemed fine if not a little more careful then normal with his movements, but that was to be expected.
"Go wash up, I'll get something going for dinner." Bobby said washing his own hands in the sink. "On it" Dean shot back eager for dinner. Bobby heard the boy's footsteps as he climbed the stairs to the second floor. Bobby had barely dried his hands before the phone started ringing. Bobby snatched the phone off the wall and tucked it between his head and shoulders reaching for the fridge.
"Hello?" Bobby asked.
"Bobby, have you heard from Dean?" John Winchester said almost franticly.
"Yeah John, he is with me. The kid got a little ruffed up and wanted a place to lay low for a bit." Bobby finished. Of course, the kid didn't tell his dad where he was at, but then again Bobby didn't blame him. John was an acquired taste, but he knew despite this Dean would do anything for his father, bastard the man may be.
"Damn kid didn't tell me anything. I have been trying to call him all day. I'll be there in the morning." John snarled and hung up the phone.
Bobby wasn't looking forward to tomorrow. Today the least it was just he and Dean he thought as he walked back and hung the phone on the jack. With one last shrug of his shoulders Bobby got back to the all-important task of making steak and potatoes. He'd tell Dean in the morning.
Well, y'all this is where ill leave you today, comments and likes are appreciated.
