"Hey Bobby" Sam greeted the older man as he walked into the maze of junk cars and rusted tire rims stacked in large threatening piles, overshadowing the older man who was bent over an engine of a pickup.
"Hey" Bobby greeted him. Sam was thankful that Bobby managed to treat Sam somewhat normal, unlike Dean who never managed to keep the worry away from his voice.
Sam plopped down on a nearby tire stack "Need any help? It's getting a bit suffocating in the house."
"Your brother driving you up a wall huh?" Bobby chuckled "Yeah, I wouldn't want that mother-bird hovering over me either. I'm working on grabbing the engine out of this old truck and throwing it into another old truck."
Sam smiled "I'm up for that challenge."
The engine itself wasn't the issue so much as the bolts that had rusted themselves to the point they seemed fuzed with the metal. It took quite a bit of monkey grease and a fair bit of language before they managed to twist, pound, and grind away the handful of metal.
"Hey Bobby?" Sam spoke as he was carrying over the large machinery to the new truck.
"Hmm?" Bobby responded, looking back at Sam, arms full of tools.
"I really appreciate you letting us stay here."
Bobby snorted "You boys are welcome here anytime, no thanks necessary. Lord knows that these cars getting far more work when your brother is around."
"Yeah well," Sam sighed, setting the engine down on a pile of tires as they approached the new truck. "I've been thinking."
"Dangerous past time." Bobby eyed Sam, eyes narrowed "What's on your mind son?"
"You think maybe it would be better if, you know, if I wasn't around anyone?"
"and why would that be?" Bobby's voice was low, challenging.
Sam dug his hands in his pockets, avoiding looking directly at the man "Come on Bobby, I'm not getting better and who knows what might happen if I'm around people right now I might-"
"You might what Sam?" Bobby's voice was laced with frustration "Me and Dean are capable of taking care of ourselves you know."
Sam ran a hand through his hair, standing up and pacing. "I almost shot him Bobby."
Sam heard the front door open in the distance and Dean's concerned voice "Sam? you out here?"
Sam walked away from the car pile to look at Dean, pushing the conversation with Bobby aside for now. "Yeah, I'm here with Bobby." Sam called back, waving so Dean could spot him in the rubble.
Sam was too far away to see Dean's concerned expression. "Hey Sam, wanna come inside?" Dean asked, struggling to keep his voice steady.
"Why?" Sam asked, annoyed. Did Dean not trust him to be with Bobby?
Dean came towards Sam, and Sam sighed, walking to meet him half-way "What do you need Dean?"
"Sam." Dean spoke gently, Sam couldn't quite place the emotion in his voice. "Bobby went into town, he's not here."
Somewhere deep inside sam a great pit formed, causing his insides to feel as though they were collapsing. He swallowed
and spun
Lucifer waved, a sly smile placed over his lips