Bad Boys Part 2

Dean walked into the office, where Sam and Angela sat, reading a file. Angela had Grace on her lap.

"Kid's gonna need about 8,000 stitches, but he'll be fine." Dean sighed.

"That kid was bullying Timmy before the accident, right?" Angela asked.

"Yeah. Why?" Dean's brows furrowed.

"Check this out." Sam handed Dean the file. "Timmy was found in an abandoned building about a year ago all by himself. No one was sure how long he had been there."

"And what about his parents?" Dean tossed the file back to Sam.

"Well, they posted a picture on the internet, but no one ever showed up," Angela explained.

"Well, then, what's he doing here? Shouldn't he be in an orphanage?"

"He kept running away from Child Services." Sam shrugged. "So, about three months ago, Sonny offered to take him in."

"Alright," Dean pursed his lips. "So, hard-ass counselors, bullies, all bite the dust, but Timmy's still standing. So, what are we talking? We got ourselves a Damien on our hands?"

"No. EMF rules out a demon," Angela muttered. "So… probably ghost possession."

"Meaning what, we find Timmy and shove a fistful of salt down his throat, forced ejection?" Dean sighed. "You're taking the barn this time."

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Sam and Angela walked into the barn, looking around. Grace was in the baby carrier, which was strapped onto Angela. The couple walked up the ladder and pulled out their flashlights, noticing a child's drawing on the wall.

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Dean walked around, hearing someone playing the guitar. He followed the noise and saw Robin on the couch.

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A 16-year-old Robin was playing the guitar. Dean sat beside her, smiling.

"So, you've been a lot of places?" she asked.

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "My, uh… My dad likes to move around a lot."

"What's your dad do?"

Dean paused for a moment. "Boring stuff."

"Do you like it?" Robin asked curiously.

Dean shook his head. "No, not really. But my dad expects me to follow in his footsteps. So, I've kind of gotten used to it."

"Yeah. I—I get it." Robin murmured. "My pops wants me to take over the diner? But that's not happening. So, what do you really want to do? I want to be a photographer and see the world, go to strange lands, eat crazy food."

Dean took a deep breath. "I want to be a rock start, but… I also really like cars."

Robin smiled softly. "Being a mechanic seems rough."

"What?" Dean asked incredulously. "No, no. Not at all. Cars are freaking cool as hell. Fixing them is like… a puzzle, and the best part is when you're done, they leave, and you're not responsible for them anymore."

Robin leaned in to kiss him softly. Dean seemed slightly shocked.

"Have you kiss many girls?" Robin asked curiously.

"What?" Dean cleared his throat. "Yeah. Of course. Lots."

"Really?" she grabbed his collar. "Well, I guess we'll just have to keep practicing."

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Dean shook himself from the fond memory. Robin looked up, slightly startled.

"Oh. Hey." She greeted. "Uh, what happened to you at the diner? I turned around to take your order, and you were just… gone?"

"Long story." Dean shrugged it off. "Um, have you seen Timmy?"

"No, not yet, but he should be here any minute for his guitar lesson."

"Yeah, we're gonna cancel that," Dean replied.

Robin's brows furrowed. "What?"

"We got to get out of here, okay?" Dean stressed. "I don't have time to explain. You just got to trust me."

"T-trust you?" she scoffed. "And why would I do that again?"

"You do remember me!"

"How could I ever forget?" Robin murmured.

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Dean and Robin were kissing on the porch swing. She gently put a hand to Dean's chest.

"What's wrong?" Dean frowned.

"I just hope this lasts." Robin murmured.

"I'm not going anywhere, Robin." He assured.

"Yeah, says you."

"Well, I can't," Dean replied. "Who else would take you to the school dance?"

Robin smiled up at Dean. "Is this your way of asking me to be your date, Dean Winchester?"

"Yeah." Dean nodded. "How am I doing so far?"

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"There were—there were reasons why I had to leave." Dean sighed sadly. "I don't have time to explain them to you right now. I got to get you out of here."

He walked over to the couch, grabbed her by the hand, and pulled her up and out of the room.

"Hey!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm sorry," Timmy said suddenly.

Dean whirled around. "Sorry about what, Timmy?"

"I can't stop it." He replied.

Suddenly, a vase shattered against the door, causing Robin and Dean to flinch.

"Go, go, go!" Dean yelled.

Dean grabbed Robin by the arm and pushed her to another room. Vases flew in the air, crashing against the walls. Dean grabbed a fireplace poker as a lamp flew over their heads.

Sam and Angela walked through an open door as another lamp flew. Angela shielded Grace, who was still in the baby carrier.

"Sam, Angie, go!" Dean yelled.

Sam whirled around but the door slammed shut before he could get to it.

"Locked." Dean huffed. "Dammit!"

Robin gasped. Dean ran to the kitchen cabinet and grabbed a box of salt, tossing it to Sam.

"Circle," Dean instructed.

Sam caught the box and started to open it.

"Dean, what—what just happened in there?" Robin questioned.

"Okay, listen to me," Dean started. "Whatever happens, you stay inside this circle. Understood?"

"Alright. Dean…" Sam started.

Dean whirled around to see Timmy standing in the doorway with his action figure.

"I can't control her." Timmy's voice wavered.

"Can't control who?" Dean asked.

"Your mom, right?" Angela stepped forward. "Timmy, listen, honey. We need you to tell us about the fire, okay?"

"It was late," Timmy murmured. "And we were driving home when we crashed in the woods. Everything was on fire. But she saved me, pushed me out… Before the car blew up… with her in it."

"But that's not all, was it?" Angela asked softly.

"I ran through the woods. I found an empty building, where I hid. I was scared. It was dark and cold. So, I cried. I cried for my mom. And then she came."

"But she'd changed, right?" Sam asked gently.

"I'll bet she gave you that cool action figure, huh?" Dean added.

"Yeah." Timmy nodded. "When I turned nine."

"Timmy…" Sam trailed off as a figure flickered in the kitchen. "I'm gonna need that action figure."

The spirit attacked Sam and Angela, throwing them against the wall. Grace started to wail from the baby carrier. Dean swung the iron poker through the figure and grabbed the action figure from Timmy. Dean put the action figure on the oven, turning the gas burner on.

"No!" Timmy cried.

Timmy watched in despair as Sam pulled him in the circle with Robin, who held him protectively. Sam held Angela protectively. Dean stood by the stove, watching the doll burn.

"I clobber evil… I clobber evil… I… clobber… evil!"

A wind blew through the window, disrupting the salt circle.

"It looks like it wasn't the action figure that was anchoring her here, Dean," Angela commented.

"Then what is it?!" Dean snapped.

"Him." Sam glanced at Timmy.

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"You know what? I think maybe his mom can't let go and she's still protecting him from the grave." Sam explained.

"Protecting him from what? What, from us?" Dean asked.

"Maybe she doesn't know what threats are real and what's not, so she just attacks all of them," Angela replied.

"Great." Dean scoffed. "So, what, unless we waste the kid, we're sitting ducks?"

"This is—this is crazy." Robin cut in frantically.

"Robin," Dean sighed.

Robin stepped out of the remnants of the salt circle, and ran out of the kitchen toward the front of the house.

"Robin! Dammit." Dean chased after her. "Robin, wait!"

"Who are you?" Robin demanded.

"Right now I'm the only thing that's keeping you safe," Dean answered.

Robin, disbelieving, turned to leave—and turned to see the ghost of Timmy's mom, who had suddenly appeared. The ghost made a gesture and Dean went flying backward into a wall. The ghost clenched her first, and Dean clutched his heart in pain. Robin watched in terror.

"Timmy, we're gonna need your help, okay?" Sam's voice came from the kitchen.

Hearing Sam, the ghost let go of Dean and dissipated.

In the kitchen, Angela and Sam knelt in front of Timmy.

"Listen to me, honey," Angela murmured. "We need you to focus, okay?"

Suddenly, the ghost of Timmy's mom appeared behind Sam and Angela.

"Look, we are not here to hurt you," Sam assured.

The ghost grabbed Sam and Angela, pulling them backward. She made a gesture, pinning them against the wall. Dean came rushing in.

"Sammy! Angie!"

The ghost turned towards Dean and threw him back as well.

"I can't stop her." Timmy's voice wavered.

"Timmy, you have to try!" Dean pressed. "She came to you when you cried out for her. Now you have to tell her to stop and go away!"

"She's my mom," Timmy argued, tears in his eyes.

"She's a ghost," Dean replied. "Timmy, because she can't move on, she's going crazy. Okay? You got to let her go. You'll be okay. Listen to me. Sometimes you got to do what's best for you, even if it's gonna hurt the ones you love."

Timmy adjusted his glasses. "Mommy… Stop it."

"Timmy, Kung Fu grip!" Dean exclaimed.

"Mommy, stop it! Stop hurting people!" Timmy yelled.

Sam, Dean, and Angela gasped in relief as the ghost let them go. Sam and Angela immediately checked on Grace, who was in the baby carrier. The ghost turned to face Timmy, and held her arms out to him.

"You have to go." Timmy continued. "Never come back. I'll be okay. I promise."

The ghostly essence peeled from Timmy's mother, leaving her looking whole and human. She smiled tearfully at her son as she held her arms out to him.

"I love you, too." Timmy smiled sadly.

Timmy's mother faded away completely. Timmy immediately ran to Dean who embraced him. Robin came back into the room, staring at the hunters.

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"So, then, this is… the family business?" Robin asked Dean.

"Told you it was boring." He shrugged.

Robin laughed. "Yeah, right."

"Well, as you can see, I did not run off to become a rock star."

"Mm… I don't know about that." Robin smirked. "You look pretty rockin' to me, Dean Winchester."

Dean chuckled. "And what about you?"

"I mean, I always thought that I would hate being in the same little town my whole life, and, you know, taking over the diner like Dad always wanted," Robin sighed. "But… I don't. I just—I love it."

"I guess we didn't know everything we thought we did at 16, huh?" Dean smirked.

"Not everything. Just some things." Robin stood on her toes to kiss his cheek.

Robin walked over to the porch to be with Timmy. Dean smiled softly and waved at them both.

"Sounds like Timmy's gonna need some help adjusting." Sonny walked over.

"Yeah, but he's got you," Dean replied.

Sonny sighed heavily. "I always hate to see you go, Dee-dawg. Can't thank you enough for this one, man."

"Sonny, we'll see you around," Dean promised.

"You can bet on that. Take it easy, man."

Sonny and Dean slapped each other's shoulders one last time, and Sonny walked off. Sam, Dean, and Angela stood by the Impala. Sam held a sleeping Grace.

"Hey, h-how did you know Timmy asking his mom to leave was gonna work?" Sam questioned curiously.

"I didn't. Total hail Mary. Got lucky."

"You just got lucky?" Angela raised a row.

Dean nodded.

"Kind of like you did with this place," Sam muttered. "I mean, here I was thinking this was the worst part of your life, and it turns out it was the best. Why'd you ever leave?"

"Never felt right." Dean shrugged.

"Really?" Sam asked skeptically.

"It was two months, Sam, okay?" Dean sighed. "And I couldn't wait to get out of here. I don't know what to tell you. It wasn't me."

Dean paused for a moment to look back at the house as Sam and Angela got into the Impala, buckling Grace into her car seat.

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Dean fastened his tie when Sonny entered the room.

"Oh, look at you." Sonny grinned. "You clean up good!"

"Thank you," Dean replied. "You know, uh… I've never actually been to one of these school dances before."

"Yeah." Sonny sighed. "Look, about that, Dean, your old man's outside… and, man, he's really something. I tried to tell him what a big night it was for you, Dean, and ask him if he could come back later, but he just said to tell you he had a job, said you'd know what that means."

Dean nodded, holding back tears. He exhaled heavily, glancing at a photo of him and Robin.

"You know," Sonny continued. "After I got out of jail, this place gave me a second chance, and it's done the same for you, too. So, if you want, I'll stick my neck out for you, and I'll fight for you to stay."

John's car horn honked from outside. Dean went to the window to look, and saw a very young-looking Sam holding a plane out the window of the car. Dean laughed, choked-up, and turned back toward Sonny, holding out a hand. A tear trickled out of Dean's eye as they shook hands.

"Sonny… thank you—for everything. But I have to go."

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Dean got into the Impala, sighing softly.

"Dean… Thank you." Sam commented.

"For what?" Dean's brows furrowed.

"For always being there, for having my back," Sam replied. "Look, I know it always hasn't been easy…"

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about." Dean chuckled.

A/N: Hey, guys! I hope y'all had a happy holiday! I absolutely loved this chapter and I hope you guys do, too. Definitely one of my favorite episodes. Don't forget to leave a review! Your feedback is so, so important. Love you guys, xoxo.

~Emily