A beat of silence, for god's sake there was a dungeon in here and Sam was there for some reason.
"That was his big emergency?" Dean asked incredulously, feeling a rise of anger inside of him. It was either anger or his stomach was just churning. "To come here?"
Bobby just shot him a dry look. "We got a demon downstairs, high ranking one, and Sams interrogating it."
"Interrogating it...how?" John was the one to ask, fingers twitching slightly.
"The only way a demon understands, pain and lots of it." Bobby told him. He sighed and shook his head. "Lets just say...Sam knows his way around a knife."
Dean felt his stomach twist at that and immediately took a drink of his beer, barely even registering the slightly watered down taste. He wiped at his mouth and took a deep breath, chancing a glance at his parents.
Mary looked a bit grave but accepting, either she knew this was coming or was just rolling with the punches. John looked like Dean felt and Dean reached for the bottle on the table, handing it to him. John nodded gratefully and took a deep drink of his own.
Whatever they were about to say was cut off at the sound of boot clad shoes coming up stairs.
"Bobby I need more holy water so-" Sam's voice came before he came into the room and stopped at the sight of them, paling hard. "What are you three...how did you even know..."
Dean felt his throat tightened at the sight of his brother, or rather what was on his brother.
Because Sams arms and front was covered in blood, the only good thing was that it didn't seem that it was coming from him.
But on the other hand that went with the interrogation that Bobby had mentioned with the knife and Dean wasn't sure he wanted to know more.
"Bobbys an old friend." Mary said, coming forward and crossing her arms over her chest. "Sam. You can't just leave without us worrying and coming after you."
Sam closed his eyes and breathed out slowly, cracking his neck from side to side. "Mom." he said, reopening his eyes. "You guys being here is not safe and I can't be in a million places to protect you."
"I was a hunter, a bit out of practice but still a hunter." Mary reminded him. "And I was the best during my time."
"Okay." Sam said with a nod. "So why bring dad and Dean, no offense guys." he added.
"Okay, that's enough." John said coming forward. "Sam, we're here because we care about you and we want to help, in any way possible."
Sam let out a deep sigh, shaking his head and looking at Bobby.
Bobby shrugged. "I told you years ago that this was going to blow up in your face." he said. "I told you years ago to go back, or at least have some sort of contact with them. Now," he waved his hand over everyone. "Here is those repercussions I told you about."
"You're no help." Sam told him. He started to bring his hands up to his face but then stopped, staring down at the blood on them. "Okay. You guys are gonna have to wait because I have a job to finish downstairs."
"Great, I'll join you and retrain some of my reflexes." Mary said, reaching into her jacket and pulling out what looked like a machete. "Lets go."
John stared at her and then at the machete. "Mary...where were you hiding that?"
Mary patted her jacket. "This baby holds a lot of secrets." she said with a smile. She turned to Sam and nodded. "Lead the way, the dungeon is new so I'm not sure where it is."
"Mom." Sam started to say only to stop and let out a deep breath, when he spoke, his voice was annoyed to all hell. "You know what, fine. Let's do this." he said waving his arm and leading her to the stairs. "Mom and son torture a demon, sounds great. Let's give the demon more things to mock me about."
"We can catch up on a lot of things." Mary told him, patting his shoulder as she smiled over her shoulder at John and Dean.
Dean watched them go downstairs before he spoke. "I have no idea what's going on anymore. But I know I'm not sober enough for it." he drank deeply once more.
"Welcome to the hunting life son." Bobby said, nodding at the couch. "You two can take a seat, they'll be a while and I might as well get you caught up on Sam. God knows I can use someone to vent to about him."
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