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*It was brought to my attention that in chpt. 1 I said Bobby was alive, and in Chpt. 2 I said he was dead. Oops. I changed it so that he is currently alive! Sorry about the confusion! If something like that ever happens, please feel free to let me know and I will fix it! Thanks!*

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Dean kept looking at the files he had in his possession over and over again. It didn't matter that the back of the old wooden chair was biting him in the back, or the fact that his alcohol was currently being drank as if it was water, he needed a way to save Sam, and leak the information about Roman with as little damage as humanly possible. It was getting harder and harder to do since he started drinking. The past five months have been hard, not knowing what his brother was going through, and not being able to do a damn thing about it.

The first time he had gone to a bar and got drunk he got into a bad fight, and almost had to be hospitalized. It took about a week to fully heal and pull himself back together, but the alcohol was still a welcomed visitor.

He had called Bobby to go to his location and help come up with a plan. If anyone knew what he was going through emotionally, it was Bobby Singer. Also the only other hunter he could trust with his brother's life.

Dean put the file down and started rubbing at his always tired eyes, when there was a loud knock at his motel room door. Going on high alert, he pulled his gun out and held it at his side while he went to peek through the curtain. It was getting pretty cold outside now a days, but the sun was still shining. Unfortunately for Dean, upon opening the door to let Bobby inside the sun hit him right in the eyes, making him wince and pull back into the motel room, Bobby following closely after, slamming the heavy door as he made his way inside.

"Dean."

"Hey Bobby."

Bobby took a quick glance around the motel room. It was messy, which was normal. And Dean was…well Dean was drunker than he normally was. The grizzly hunter couldn't blame his kid for wanting an outlet for everything he's been going through, but this was getting out of hand, fast. His temper started to rise even more upon smelling the overabundance of alcohol on the man before him.

"What the hell is wrong with you boy?!"

Dean scrunched his face together trying to process the words being spoken to him.

"Wha?"

"You're drunker than a damn skunk! You think you will be ANY help to your brother in this condition? You can barely stand up straight!"

Dean pulled himself together enough to process what was being said to him.

"I'm fine Bobby! I just had a few drinks, there's nothing to worry about!"

"You think I can't spot a damn alcoholic when I see one?! You're not going to be able to save anyone in this condition!"

"You think I don't know that! I would love to just be able to function without Sam here, but I can't!"

Dean's words made Bobby feel worse. He knew Dean and Sam were close, but for Dean to not be able to function without Sam was a confession he didn't think he would hear. No Dean didn't need to be lectured, he needed to be helped.

Dean wiped his hand down his face and looked away from Bobby.

"I'm tired Bobby. It's been five months and I'm no closer to getting Sam back then I was on day one. I cant…I cant…"

Bobby didn't have to let Dean finish that sentence. He knew he was tired, and worried, frustrated, and he had the world on his shoulders. In just a few quick steps, he made his way to Dean's side, and placed his hand heavy on his kid's shoulder. Dean looked at him, and he instantly regretted letting his guard down, and letting his emotions get ahead of him. At least now Bobby was with him, and he knew he was in for the long haul.

A spark was re-ignited in Dean with having Bobby by his side, and for the first time in a long time, hope came back to him.

~*SPN*~

The two men sat at the small wooden table looking over a ton of papers and Dean even scanned the internet. Both men have been at it for hours trying to come up with a plan, then scraping that plan, coming up with another plan, then also scraping that one.

Sure Bobby was able to round up trusted hunters, about ten more altogether! He hated that it took the whole five months, but he had to make sure he trusted these men around the two younger hunters. They were all to discretely meet up in Washington D.C within the week.

Dean was skeptical about why these hunters would want to help him save his brother at all. Most of the hunters they came across would rather kill Sam then save him, so why would this specific group want to help him? Bobby had to re-assure him about a hundred times that they were doing this as a favor to Bobby, and also wanted the new threat of Leviathans dead once and for all. They knew little about these creatures, but they knew enough to form a deep hatred for them. Even if saving Sam was the last thing on their list, killing these things was their first. If they could worry about taking out the threat, then Dean could worry about finding and saving his brother. He just knew they had to go about this in private so Roman didn't get wise and just kill Sam on the spot. If that happened, then what the hell was the point? Sure the bastards would go down, but without Sam to save, then why even go on?

No, they had to do this carefully. They had to come up with a plan and make sure to follow it no matter what.

With Bobby's support, he was a new man, and he had a mission to accomplish.

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