(Hello all! How are you doing? I'm back and I got a new computer! I'm so happy about that and celabrated by writting a new chapter for 'Won't back down.'
Please excuse any and all mistakes that I make, I'm still trying to get use to this computer and this is unbeated.
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Dean woke up to something but he wasn't quit sure what. Something just felt off. Getting quietly out of bed and stepping softly he made his way to his bedroom door and opened it listening. There was no sound. Dean opened the door slightly and peaked in. Sam was fast asleep with his head under his pillow. Shaking his head slightly Dean shut the door. Sam was sleeping peacefully, so what woke him up? There came a grunt from the living room and Dean froze.
"Oh shit." He thought "Someone broke in." Going quietly back into his room and grabbing the hand gun he kept in his bedside drawer ever since the brake in he made his way to the livingroom. Someone was sleeping on the couch. Dean let out a sigh of relief as he realised who it was. He had forgotten Bobby had decided to spend the night at their apartment rather than go back to the hotel he was staying at. Putting the safety back on the gun he quietly made his way back to his room and glanced at his clock, sighing Dean made his way to his closet and grabbed a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt and tossed them on the bed where a pair of socks and clean underwear joined it and making his way to the bathroom to take a shower Dean started singing Here I go again at the top of his voice. He heard a groan coming from the direction of Sam's room and what sounded like a muffled cuss word coming from Bobby. satisfied that they where getting up, well he hoped they where getting up Dean made his way into the bathroom to shower.
When he got to the kitchen fifteen minutes later Sam was up and dressed with a bowl of corn flakes in front of him and Bobby was sitting opposite him with a cup of coffee looking blearyed eyed.
"Morning Dean." Sam said not looking up from the milk carton he was reading. Dean nodded his head in acknowledgement to Sam's greeting and poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Good Morning and good coffee Sammy." He said grabbing himself a bowl and pouring some corn flakes into it.
"Thanks." Bobby said finally speaking.
"Oh, you made it?" Dean asked slightly surprised. Bobby nodded. Dean took another sip and nodded.
"I should've guessed that, it doesn't have a heavy bitter taste to it." He said.
"What do you mean a 'heavy bitter' taste?" Sam asked puzzled as Dean took the milk from him and poured some onto his cereal.
"Sam, no offence, but when you make coffee-" Dean started to say but Sam interrupted him.
"You already said that I sometimes put too much in and I make it to strong I know, but what does that have to do with how it tastes?"
"I'm getting there. You see when you use too much coffee it leaves a bitter after taste." Dean explained as he put a spoonful of corn flakes into his mouth.
"Oh, but I'm getting better at it right?" Sam asked.
"Yeah Sam, you're definitely getting better at making coffee." Dean said looking at Bobby over his coffee cup and rolling his eyes. The older man looked at Dean and held back a smile. He had really missed the boys light arguing.
"So, whats the plan for the day Dean?" Sam asked wiping a milk mustache from his lip.
"School, why?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Dammit." Sam grumbled as he picked up his bowl to put it into the sink on his way to grab his backpack from his bedroom.
"Hey, watch your language Sam or I'll wash your mouth out with soap!" Dean called to him.
"Why, you swear." Sam said coming out of his room with his backpack on his shoulders.
"Sam, listen to your brother." Bobby said as he and Dean got up from the table simultaneously. Sam wrinkled his nose at Bobby getting after him but said nothing.
"What are you going to do today Bobby, seeing as Sam and I are going to be in school?" Dean asked.
"I was thinking I may tag along with you to meet this Mr. Hood guy." Bobby answered as they went down the stairs and out the door. Dean made to go to the subway but Bobby grabbed him by the arm to stop him and dropped something into his hands.
"Why don't you drive to school today?" Bobby asked the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile. Dean stared at him and looked at the keys.
"No way." He whispered "No fricking way. Bobby you didn't!"
"Yes I did boy, I figured you'd miss her so I drove her here." Bobby led the way around the corner to the black 1967 Chevy Impala. Deans mouth split into a large grin as he went over to the car and patted her hood.
"Come on you're going to be late for school." Bobby said and Dean quickly put the key in and unlocked the doors and they all got in. Dean put the key in and started the car up and the radio turned on and Alan Jackson started singing.
"Really Bobby Alan Jackson?" Dean asked with questioning stair.
"Driver picks the music, I was the one driving." Bobby explained as Dean fiddled around until he found the classic rock station and then looking behind him he made sure no one was coming and eased out into the traffic happy to be driving his car again.