The rest of the drive was uneventful. They stopped once for gas and kept moving, the tension growing with each mile.

They finally passed the sign for Sioux Falls and Dean followed his mom through the town and out of it. He saw the sign for "Singers Salvage" and the almost cemetery-like atmosphere of ruined and abandoned cars.

The mechanic in him twitched in remorse and disgust but he firmly pushed it down, he had to focus on the important things.

His eyes lingered on what was the bones of what he was sure had once been a great car and he tightened his grip on his steering wheel, a small sound escaping him despite everything.

His mom parked in front of the house, it looked run down and old, almost as falling apart as the rest of the yard was. Mary got out of the car followed by John, Mary had a fond look on her face as she looked around and John looked around a bit hesitant.

Dean got out and caught his dads eyes and they shared a similar look. He took a deep breath and coughed, he was sure that he was going to need some sort of tetanus shot after this, even just breathing from the yard felt like he was inhaling pounds of dirt and dust.

Shaking his head and trying to clear his throat he followed his parents up the porch, Mary knocking on the door hard enough to make it shake in its frame.

Dean looked around as they waited, there were things carved into the wood of the house that made no sense to him and for god's sake this place looked like every single horror movies cabin where the serial killer lived and took their victims to.

All that was missing was a creepy dungeon where people were kept and tortured.

The door creaked open and out came what Dean could only assume was Bobby Singer. He was bearded and had an old battered cap. He was cleaning his hands and Dean really hoped that those stains were motor oil and not blood.

Based on the stains and how familiar he was with motor oil, he was starting to lean towards blood and it was turning his stomach.

"Mary." Bobby greeted, nodding a bit and tucking his handkerchief into his back pocket. A strange look appeared on his face before he gave a small smile, his features softening from it. "Hey."

"Bobby." Mary greeted with a tense nod. She looked at John. "This is John Winchester, my husband." John nodded tensely before she looked at Dean. "And Dean my son. And apparently you already know my other son Sam." that last bit was pointed and had a harsher tone to it.

Bobby sighed and turned back into the house, waving his hand to invite them in.

"Want a beer?" Bobby asked them, going into what Dean assumed was the kitchen. He shuffled in and took everything in, seeing the piles and piles of books and papers. There was an outdated computer on the table that he could make out under everything else. There was a line of phones attached to the wall and with every step he took he held his breath in the hopes that the creaks didn't mean that the floors were about to give out.

Bobby came back to them and handed them each a beer, John took his gingerly and didn't drink from it, just staring at the other man. Dean did the same, shifting from foot to foot as he tried to figure out how to start this.

Mary took her beer from him and without looking handed it to John. Stepping forward she brought her hand back and slapped Bobby hard enough for the sound to resonate through the entire house and make Dean and John jump.

Bobby blinked and slowly turned his head back to look at her, taking a deep breath. "Okay." he said slowly. "Mary-"

"You son of a bitch." Mary breathed out, just staring at him, hand half raised as if she was going to slap him again. "After everything I did for you, after everything I helped you with, you turned around and you took my son and did this."

"In all fairness, I didn't know that Sam was your son." Bobby told her. "And Sam came to me."

"Then you should've called the moment you realized." Mary told him, taking a step forward. Dean was a bit amused to see that Bobby had taken a step back in response. "And if you couldn't call you could've used a spell, you have plenty of them in here." she waved her hand around the room.

"Mary," Bobby started to say only for Mary to interrupt.

"No. You've been helping my son with hunting, you've been keeping secrets, you've been hiding him and you should have let me know!"

John put the bottles on the closest table, Dean quickly pushed them away from the side to keep them from falling. John reached for Mary and wrapped his arms around her.

"Mare c'mon, let's focus on Sam and try to-" John tried to calm her before she shot forward, grabbing Bobby by the shirt front.

"You stupid son of a bitch! That's my son!" Mary shouted at him, dragging him down until he was bent over enough to be eye to eye. "You had no right to take him and teach him anything! If anyone was going to teach him how to hunt it was going to be me!"

"Then why didn't you?" Bobby half snapped at her, wrenching free from her grip. "He found me and he came to me asking for help? Was I supposed to turn him away?"

"You should've sent him back home." Mary told him through gritted teeth. "You send him home to his family."

"Yeah well I tried." Bobby told her. "I told him to go home, Mary, he didn't want to. He didn't trust himself around any of you anymore. He didn't want anyone to get hurt."

"We're his family, we had a right to know and a right to help." Mary said. "He should've gone home."

"Well that's something you're going to have to tell him." Bobby said. "And you're in luck cause he's down in the dungeon."

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