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Congrats to everyone who knew C. Younger was Cole Younger, one of the members of the James gang.
And a big thank you to I'mcalledZorro for Joshua's id! :)
Previously on Supernatural- That left only one option. They would have to get to Bobby's house on their own.
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Dean climbed off the couch and walked through the living room and across the kitchen to the garage door. He opened the door and stepped into the dark room. Reaching out he ran a hand along the wall until he located the light switch. Dean turned the switch bathing the garage in light. Blinking at the sudden change he took a moment to allow his eyes to adjust and then surveyed the huge space. Spotting a small car he walked over to the driver's side door and grabbed the handle. Finding the car locked Dean peered in the window and checked out the interior as best he could. Satisfied he was beginning to walk around the car to check out the tires when he remembered seeing several keys hanging on hooks by the garage door. Running back into the kitchen he carefully studied the keys looking for the trademark H. He quickly found the key he needed and snatched it off the rack. Racing back to the car he unlocked the car, sat down in the driver's seat and looked over all the dashboard controls. Glancing up at the windshield Dean frowned. He could barely see over the dash. Putting his hands on the steering wheel he stretched his legs out feeling for the petals. Unable to find them Dean looked down and groaned when he saw that his legs weren't long enough to reach.
Sitting back in the seat he thought for a few minutes. The seat and the petals wouldn't be any problem. He could just put books on the seat so he could see better and tape a box or something to his shoe to reach the petal. The problem was going to be the icy road. Dean wasn't sure he would be able to handle the car on the slippery ice. Knowing he didn't have much of a choice he sighed and climbed out of the car. After shutting and locking the door, Dean walked around the car to check the tires before going in. Spotting a tarp covering something big in one corner of the garage he walked over. Curious Dean threw back the tarp and grinned staring at the gleaming snowmobile underneath. He sat down on the seat and glanced at the gauges. There wasn't much gas left in the tank but Dean thought it should be enough to get them into Bobby's hometown. He'd figure out how to make it the rest of the way once they got there. Stepping off he lifted the seat and found that the storage space would easily hold both of their bags. And no one would be alerted to the noise since several neighborhood kids rode snowmobiles in the evening. It was perfect. Problem solved Dean covered the snowmobile and walked back into the kitchen. Yawning he replaced the key and headed for the stairs.
With the grown ups
Bobby let out a relieved breath as he drove past the welcome sign. "Finally" he thought. Spying a halfway decent motel he quickly pulled into the parking lot and killed the engine. "I'll get us a room." He announced as he stepped out of the car and walked toward the office.
John climbed out of the car and stomped around to the rear of the car. Popping the trunk he quickly pulled out both their duffle bags and slammed the lid. Throwing one bag's handle over his shoulder he picked up the other one and walked over to Joshua who was carefully unhooking their suits from the back of his car. Both turned as Bobby came out of the office and shouted, "Four!" Nodding they wearily made their way over and followed Bobby into their home for the night.
The next morning- December 22
"Sammy, you want cereal or oatmeal for breakfast?" Dean asked holding the boxes up for his brother to see.
"I want casserole." Sammy replied pointing to the fridge.
"That's not breakfast food, Sammy. You can have the casserole for lunch." Dean told his little brother. "Now come on. We having cereal or oatmeal?"
"Casserole!" Sammy stubbornly demanded crossing his arms.
"Sammy" Dean warned setting the boxes on the table.
"Please Dean" Sammy pleaded turning wide puppy eyes on his big brother.
"Alright, fine." Dean conceded walking over to the fridge. Taking out the casserole he quickly spooned some onto a plate and set it in the microwave to warm. "Just so you know, those puppy eyes of yours aren't always going to work on me, kiddo."
"I'm not a puppy, Dean." Sammy giggled.
"Really?" Dean asked trying not to smile. "Hmm, Sammy, what's that stuff on the trunk of a tree?"
"Bark!" Sammy proudly stated.
"Good puppy." Dean joked patting his little brother's head.
"Deeeean!" Sammy whined poking out his bottom lip.
"Okay, okay, so you're not a puppy." Dean said grinning. Hearing the microwave ding he walked over and took out the now hot casserole. He brought it back to the table and set it in front of his brother. "Careful Sammy. It's hot." He warned.
Sammy took a small spoonful and blew on it before timidly taking a taste. He stuffed the spoon in his mouth and quickly got another spoonful. "Dean, is daddy coming to get us today?" he asked around a mouthful of casserole.
"Don't talk with your mouth full. You'll get choked." Dean scolded pouring two glasses of milk. "And don't worry about dad, Sammy. We'll be seeing him real soon."
"Really?" Sammy asked.
"Yep" Dean replied. "Now hurry up. I've got a surprise for you."
"What is it?" Sammy eagerly asked.
"Not telling" Dean teased. "You'll find out after you finish eating and take your medicine." He watched in amusement as his little brother began gobbling down his food.
At the motel
"Don't see why we have to wear these?" John grumbled as he pulled on his shirt collar.
"I'm not too happy about this myself, Johnny. But we have to look like feds if we want this to work." Bobby explained. "So quit your bitching!"
"Fine" John replied. "Let's just get this over with so I can get my boys back and get out of this getup."
Joshua came out of the bathroom and snapped on his tie. Grinning he walked over and sat down on the bed. "So what's the plan, Bobby?" he asked pulling on his shoes. "We splitting up or what?"
"That's the plan. You and John take the police station and I'll question the witnesses at the apartment." Bobby informed them. "Oh, that reminds me. Didn't you tell me that Sammy had made a friend at the hospital?"
"Yeah, Matt. Why?" John asked as he grabbed Josh's keys.
"Thought I'd pay them a little visit. Make sure Dean and Sammy didn't go by there." Bobby said.
"They would have called if they were at Matt's house, Bobby." John stated opening the room door. "Now let's go. We're wasting time."
Bobby's house
An exhausted Jim pulled up in front of Bobby's house and cut the engine. The horrible road and weather conditions had turned the short drive into one long nightmare. Yawning Jim reached over and punched Caleb's arm. "Time to wake up, sleeping beauty. We're here." He called.
Startled Caleb jumped hitting his head on the roof of the car. "Shit! What did you do that for?" he whined rubbing his head.
"You getting rusty, Caleb?" Jim asked with a smirk. Laughing at the hand gesture Caleb gave him in response, Jim climbed out of the car and walked up the porch stairs. He knocked on the door and turned to see Caleb struggling with the bags. He quickly made his way back down the steps and took a couple of bags from the young man. Together they walked back to the still closed doors. Sharing confused looks the two men knocked again before peering in the front windows. Seeing no one Jim went over to an old rocking chair and twisted the round knob at the top. A small door slid open revealing a hidden compartment in the seat of the rocker. Jim retrieved the door key from the compartment and turned the knob once more to reseal it. He strolled back to the front door, unlocked it, and walked inside leaving a stunned Caleb standing on the porch with his mouth hanging open.
At Matt's
Dean glanced up to check on Sammy. Seeing his little brother still engrossed in his video game Dean looked back down at the map. Using the green marker he'd found he worked out an escape route for them. If they cut through the field behind the house and the next field over, they could make it to the old service road. Since almost no one used the road anymore they wouldn't have to worry about being caught. The hardest part was going to be getting through the fields and the road that separated them without being noticed. Dean knew he'd have to time it just right to avoid the neighborhood snowmobilers. He looked over his route one more time before closing the map and standing up. Sticking the map in his back pocket he walked into the kitchen to warm up lunch.
At the police station
John and Joshua confidently strolled into the police station and up to the front desk. After waiting impatiently for the cop to notice them, John reached over and snapped his fingers in the man's face.
The police officer looked up from his book and glared at the two men. "What do you want?" he gruffly asked.
"Agents Younger and James, F.B.I" John growled as he and Josh quickly flashed their badges.
The young officer swiftly straightened his stance. "Yes sir. What can I help you with?"
"Who's in charge of the Dean and Sammy Walker case?" Joshua questioned.
"That'd be Detective Murdoch, sir." The cop replied pointing down the hallway. "His office is the second one on the left."
"Thanks" John said starting down the hall. "Oh, and Officer Maxwell, you might want to work on that greeting of yours. I don't think your superiors would be impressed if they heard about it."
"Yes sir" Officer Maxwell squeaked out watching the two men disappear down the hall.
At Matt's
Dean finished washing the last of the dishes and carefully placed everything back where it belonged before walking into the living room. "You done, Sammy?" he called.
"Just a minute" Sammy answered. He stacked the last two video games on the shelf and closed the cabinet door. "Okay, all done."
"Let's go!" Dean ordered hearing a car coming up the drive. Grabbing his little brother by the hand the two boys raced up the stairs and down the hall to Matt's bedroom. Letting go of Sammy's hand Dean closed the bedroom door and followed Sammy into the closet closing the door behind him. Both boys sat back and listened to the sounds of the woman talking to the plants as she walked through the house.
"Here fishie, fishie!" Ms. Brookins called as she stepped into the room. "Lunch time!" She started over to the desk stopping when the doorbell rang. "My goodness! Who could that be?" she asked heading for the door. "Be back in a minute fishies!"
"Sammy stay here. I'm gonna go see who's here." Dean told his little brother as he stood up. He slowly opened the closet door and tiptoed over to the window. Peering down at the driveway he saw two unfamiliar cars. Curious he turned and tiptoed to the bedroom door. He put his hand on the door knob just before he heard the front door close. "Crap!" he hissed. Dean quickly made his way back to the closet. He sat down beside his brother and listened as the house sitter came back in the room.
"I'm back fishies!" she called as she danced over to the fish tank. Picking up the fish food she tipped some in the tank. "You'll never guess who was at the door, fishies! It was a federal agent, Agent Ellsworth! He's going door to door looking for those two missing boys." She informed the fish. "He was so handsome in his suit and tie although he looked more like the type of guy who goes around wearing a ball cap and jeans to me. Hope I see him again. Hmm, maybe if I go home now, I'll get there before he gets to my neighborhood."
Dean rolled his eyes at the fish ladies' comment. He had a feeling that the agent better hope he never ran into her again.
Ms. Brookins hurried to the bedroom door. "Bye fishies! I've got to get home and get ready. After all it's not every day that a nice looking unattached man comes my way."
Dean threw both hands over his mouth to keep from gagging. As soon as he heard the front door shut he dropped his hands. "Gross!" he exclaimed.
At the motel
John glanced up hopefully as Bobby walked in the door. That hope was soon dashed however, when he noticed that Bobby was alone. Dropping his gaze to the floor he quietly asked, "Did you found out anything, Bobby?"
"Nothing useful" Bobby replied. "None of the so called witnesses saw the boys leave. And Matt's house was a bust. The family's gone on vacation but they have a friend that comes over every day to feed the fish and water the plants. She said she hasn't seen anything suspicious."
"What's wrong, Bobby?" Josh questioned as he came out of the bathroom. "You look like you saw a bat."
"A bat?" John asked with a twinkle in his eye. "Something you wanna tell me, Bobby?"
"No" Bobby replied glaring at John.
"Then what is it, old man?" Joshua prodded.
"Nothing" Bobby muttered. "Just don't like creepy old women groping me."
John and Josh looked at each other for a second before busting out laughing.
At Bobby's house
Jim marked his place in his Bible before closing the book and setting it on Bobby's coffee table. He slowly got off the couch and walked to the front door. After one last look outside, he turned off the porch lights and locked the door. Grabbing the container of salt Jim refreshed the salt line in front of the door and then headed to the kitchen for a glass of milk. He was halfway across the room when the flashing light of the answering machine caught his eye. Changing directions Jim hurried over to the small bookshelf that held the phone and answering machine along with a huge collection of books. Jim hesitated for just a moment before pushing the play button. His eyes widened as Dean Winchester's voice came on giving Bobby a location and number and asking him to come. Jim wasted no time turning Bobby's living room upside down searching for a pen and paper. Finally finding one of Sammy's crayons between the cushions of the couch he grabbed it and his Bible and dashed back to the answering machine. Jim flipped to the back page of his Bible and pushed the play button on the answering machine once more. He hastily scribbled down the phone number and address in Dean's message and yelled for Caleb. Snatching up the phone he quickly punched the number Dean left hoping he wasn't too late.
At Matt's house
Dean put a short video in for Sammy to watch before going upstairs to retrieve their duffle bags. He carried them out to the garage and carefully placed them in the snowmobile's storage compartment. Going back upstairs he grabbed his book bag and one of the extra blankets from the closet. After checking to make sure he hadn't missed anything, Dean marched down the stairs and to the kitchen dumping the blanket by the garage door. He then refilled the book bag with their snacks and juice boxes and set it beside the door before going into the living room to watch the rest of the video with Sammy. Once the movie was over Dean led his little brother out to the garage and showed him the snowmobile. "We're going for a little ride, Sammy." He announced.
"Cool!" Sammy shouted. "Do I get to wear a helmet like the big boys?"
"You sure do, kiddo." Dean replied handing his little brother the small, blue helmet. He helped Sammy fasten the strap on his helmet before putting the other helmet on his own head. Dean picked up his book bag and pulled it on backwards so that it hung over his chest instead of his back. He clicked the garage remote raising the garage door and with Sammy's help pushed the snowmobile outside.
The two pushed it over to the shadows at the side of the house and then walked back inside the garage. Dean ran into the kitchen long enough to grab the blanket and then went back out with Sammy. Once outside he pushed the remote button again to lower the garage door and gently tossed the remote inside the garage. Neither boy heard the phone begin to ring as they walked away from the safety of the house.
Walking back to the snowmobile Dean handed the blanket to Sammy and instructed him to wrap it around himself. He climbed on the snowmobile and helped Sammy get up behind him. Taking the sides of the blanket from his brother Dean pulled the ends under the book bag and tied them tightly in a double knot effectively securing Sammy to him. After instructing Sammy to hold onto him, Dean flicked down the visor on his helmet and peered around the corner of the house waiting for the other snowmobilers to turn the corner. As soon as they disappeared Dean started up the snowmobile and drove out into the night.
AN- This one's too easy but I'll ask anyway. Anyone know where the name on Bobby's id came from?