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CHAPTER FIVE: Trouble Keeps Coming

"I'm gonna rip their lungs out!" Dean growled as the Winchester brother's were practically shoved into the backseat of the Impala.

"Keys." John held out his hand expectantly, waiting for the stubborn demon to relent.

After muttering some profanity, Dean fished the keys out of his pocket, whipping them at the hunter's face who caught them with ease.

"Where the hell are we going?" Sam asked, worry edging in his voice.

"Well," Bobby chimed in, getting in the passenger's seat, "We figured since you boys probably can't be exorcized and that we don't have a way at puttin' you down, we might as well bring you someplace safe where you can't cause any harm." The whiskey drenched man diagonal of Dean finished, sending a wink over his shoulder just to piss off the eldest demon.

"Which is where?" Sam pressed, not wanting to deal with vague answers.

John made eye contact with his youngest son in the rearview mirror and smiled over excitedly. "We don't want to ruin the surprise. Come on, boys! Enjoy the family road trip."

"Yeah this is freaking fantastic. Being held captive by our newly found father and a creepy bald guy is exactly how I wanted to spend my day." Dean quipped, irritation lacing his words. "At least turn the fucking music on."

John obliged, but immediately wished he hadn't. The first song that came on was one by Led Zeppelin, one of Mary's personal favorites that she had always made him listen to. Blinking back tears, John pressed harder on the gas pedal, wanting to get to Bobby's as soon as possible.

….

Thankfully, the trip to Singer Salvage Yard was only a couple hours which minimized the potential of the four men killing each other.

"Nice place." Dean said sarcastically, drawing out the word 'nice' as they pulled up. He glanced around at the ramshackle home, noting the loose shingles and piles of Junkers in the back.

Rolling his eyes in response, Bobby got out and opened the passenger door, grabbing Sam by the arm. As John repeated the same process on the other side with Dean, Bobby couldn't help but smirk by the strangeness of their situation.

"Make yourself at home boys." The elder hunter said as they dragged the boys in, pushing them both to where the two demons were sitting side by side each other on the couch. "You're going to be here awhile."

Sam took in his surroundings, not surprised by the multitude of books that covered just about every inch of the living room. The couch, even though it was oddly comfortable, had the stench of alcohol stained into it.

"This is just fucking peachy." Dean grumbled, sending a glare towards John as he wiggled his butt, trying to get himself situated.

"You hungry?" Bobby asked awkwardly, sending a sideways glance at his mute friend.

The eldest demon scoffed, eyeing the old hunter like he was incompetent. "We don't eat, dumbass.

"We don't need to eat." Sam corrected. Seeing the two hunter's confused looks, he sighed and elaborated. "Enough of our souls are demonic that simple things like breathing and eating aren't necessary." The youngest demon chuckled a bit, giving his brother an amused look. "Although, Dean doesn't mind indulging in a bacon cheeseburger or a piece of cherry pie every now and then."

The older demon shrugged, not trying to hide the small grin that tugged at his lips.

John glanced over at his friend, their gazes locking. Without any verbal cues, they both turned and walked to the kitchen, shutting the doors that separated the living room from it.

"Gotta love hunters and their stupidity." Dean said proudly as he pulled a small pocket knife from his jacket after he was sure the two men couldn't hear them.

…

"What is your plan here exactly John?" Bobby questioned, his brows furrowed in curiosity as well as confusion.

"Why do you think I've got a plan?" The elder hunter retorted, crossing his arms.

Bobby huffed with irritation, throwing up his hands in annoyance. "Maybe because it was your idea to bring them to my home. Which by the way, probably wasn't a good plan seeming as though they now know where I live." The hunter finished, his eyes narrowed accusingly.

John sent an apologetic look, not realizing the repercussions of bringing them here could be. "First off, I think we should separate them. Obviously they're more powerful together. And then… Dean is the troubled one; I'm thinking we'll have to…" John trailed off, feeling sick to his stomach at just the thought of ganking his own kid.

The whiskey drenched man looked at his old friend with bewilderment. "You're actually thinkin' of wasting your own blood? I agree with seperatin' em but not killing the poor bastard." Noticing that John was about to argue, Bobby continued. "There has to be another way." He ended, shaking his head sadly.

Looking defeated, the infamous hunter wiped a tired hand down his face. "Let's…" He exhaled deeply, rubbing his temples in thought. "Let's just separate them for now then come up with a solution."

….

"Dude, come on hurry up. They'll be back any minute." Sam said with urgency, his tone hushed.

"Shut the fuck up." Dean spat, taking a moment to glare at his brother. The taller demon raised his eyebrows, his expression reading as 'come on!' Figuring fighting was no use, Dean went back to trying to carve the bullet from his chest with the dull blade he had owned for years.

"Almost…" Dean stuck his tongue out, biting it as he concentrated on the task at hand. The eldest demon had just accidentally sent the bullet flying across the room right when Bobby and John reentered the room, two disapproving gazes settling on Dean.

"Got it." He said sheepishly, looking like a child caught with his hand inside a cookie jar.

"Dammit Dean." Bobby chastised, stalking over to the demon and snatching the knife away.

Dean sprung up suddenly as if just realizing he wasn't trapped anymore and sent both the hunters up against the wall just as the front door flung open and two sets of footsteps barged in.

"Hello boys."

….

TBC

Any guesses who the two sets of footsteps belong to? Hint: Neither is Crowley.

Phew! Almost missed my 'one update a day' goal! But if you guys saw how much homework I had, you would've understood. Please continue to review! It means a lot!