Rule # 6
You and Dean shot up simultaneously, both inhaling sharply. After catching your breath, you nodded to him, ready to visit your father in the hospital.
The drive over was short, but covered everything Dean experienced. Jeremy had caught up to him and knocked him out cold, well knocked him awake. The last thing these boys need is another thump to the head. Bobby was already up when you arrived. The two of you made eye contact, confirming that he did in fact remember. The corner of your lip twitched, but it was enough. The unspoken 'I love you'.
You sat at the edge of Bobby's bed, pouring over files with the rest of the crew. Dean interrupted the silence, "Hey, Bobby...That, uh, that stuff-all that stuff with your wife...That actually happen?" A tense pause befell the group. Bobby answered anyway, "Everybody got into hunting somehow."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. If it weren't for the two of you, I'd still be lost in there...or dead. Thank you." I mean, all Dean did was get his ass kicked, but sure, thank us both. Sam interrupted your sass. "So, uh, stoner boy wasn't in his dorm. My guess is he's long gone by now." Flipping through the dossier, you corrected him, "He really isn't much of a stoner. His name is Jeremy Frost. 160 I.Q., he's a full on genius. Which is really an accomplishment considering his dad took a baseball bat to his head." Bobby handed Sam a paper, "Here's father of the year. He died before Jeremy was 10." Sam scrunched his face, "Looks like a real sweetheart." Well I'm not gonna be the one to bring up the resemblance to John...Bobby continued, "Injury gave him Charcot-Wilbrand. He hasn't dreamt since." Dean filled in the blank, "Till he started dosing the dream drug."
"Yep."
"How did he know how to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you?"
"Hey, he was rooting around in my skull. God knows what he saw in there." Sam jumped in, "Yeah, how'd he get in there in the first place? Isn't he supposed to have some of your hair, your DNA, or something?"
"Yeah, before I knew it was him, he offered me a beer. I drank it." He locked eyes with you, sensing your disappointment. Rule number 6, never, under any circumstance, accept food on a case. After a small apologetic glance, "Dumbest friggin' thing."
"Oh, I don't know. It wasn't that dumb." Three stares honed in on Dean Winchester, you finally voicing the communal thought, "Oh, you didn't."
"I was thirsty." Speechless. No words. Just outright stupidity. No, incompetence. Nope. It's both. Sam bursted, "That's great! Now he can come after either one of you."
"Well, now we just have to find him first." Bobby intervened, "We better work fast...and coffee up. 'Cause the one thing we cannot do is fall asleep."