Blast From The Past

Disclaimer: Even after all of this time, I still only get to play with the boys then have to send them home, sigh.

Author's Note: For Fandrea, sorry it has taken so long honey but I hope that you enjoy it. (For the plot bunny see chapter one)

Author's Note 2: Rated for language and violence, hurt and comfort with hurt! Sam and protective! Dean.

Author's Note 3: I'm aware that there is another story out there with the same title, unfortunately with the size of Fanfiction and with the popularity of Supernatural fanfiction; it is hard not to double up at times. I know of at least three of my other stories that share titles with other's work, they are two distinctly different stories and it was just coincidence that the two stories were uploaded and published at around the same time and although I am aware of it, there's nothing I can do about it.

Author's Note 4: Sorry been so long between updates, I think I've finally gotten everything in Real Life back under control and my first major assessments done and in for uni so pressure is off for a wee bit. I will have another chapter up on the weekend, it's already half-written.

S—D

Chapter Two: Tic, Tac, or a Toe or Two

Then:

Before Dean could answer his cell phone ringtone blasted out in the night air, shrugging apologetically, he took it out and frowned when he saw the caller's name, 'yeah Bart what's up?'

After finishing the call, Dean looked at his curious but eager brother and sighed, 'looks like we got ourselves a hunt.'

'Who's Bart?'

'A hunter ... did a few hunts with him when you were at school and dad did his disappearing act.'

'Oh,' Sam said simply having the good grace to look down for a second and acknowledging the comment for what it was and not a snipe at him. 'So what's the hunt?'

'Bart thinks it's a Wendigo but ...'

'So when do we leave?'

'In the morning, we're heading to Colorado.' Dean said rubbing the back of his neck he thought about just how much to tell Sam about Bart and decided to choose his words very carefully and tell him what he needs to know and when. No use poking the grizzly bear with a stick.

'Dean?'

And here it comes Dean tried to hide his smirk but failed miserably when he saw the look on Sam's face. 'Yeah Sammy?

'So who's Bart?'

Now:

Dean opened his mouth and then closed it again, preferring to run his fingers through his cropped hair and stare out into the salvage yard. He could feel Sam beside him rather than see him and he knew that his little brother's patience was going to run thin, he just didn't know how to put it all into a few words.

'You were at Stanford, would've been around '03 ... dad left one morning on a hunt without so much as a goodbye ...'

'Dean I ...'

'Save it Sam, you wanna hear about Bart or not?' Dean snapped but there was no heat or anger, instead he sounded just plain tired.

'Sorry dude,' Sam had the good grace to look and sound a little embarrassed.

'Yeah well, I ran into Bart in a bar in Wyoming some blow by town by the name of Stamp River or something like that. Anyway we started to talk while we played some pool and turns out he's a hunter...'

S—D

Bill's Bar'n'Grill

Stampede River

Wyoming

September 2003

Dean stretched his lithe frame and yawned deeply as he locked the impala and sauntered towards the bar door, the only thought he allowed to occupy his mind was getting blissfully drunk and maybe, just maybe hooking up with a nameless pretty and shapely young woman.

Taking a quick look around more out of habit than for anything else, he went inside and waited for a couple of seconds for his eyes to adjust to the gaudy and bright artificial lights in the bar. The mouth-watering smell of barbecued ribs assaulted his taste buds and for the first time in days he realised that he was hungry.

'What can I get ya?' The middle aged barmaid asked snapping her gum furiously while she waited for Dean to order, her dull brown eyes shifting slightly as she took in his weather-beaten appearance and bruised face, 'you look worse than I feel.'

'Gee thanks ahh ... Myrna.' Dean squinted at her name tag, 'ahh can I get a serve of ribs and beer whatever's on tap.'

'Sure thing Cutie but how about some coffee too?' Myrna grinned at him and filled a mug with steaming hot, fragrant coffee.

'Thanks you know a good motel around here Myrna?' Dean asked as he took a tentative sip and sigh appreciatively.

'Yeah the Arrow just down the block is nice and clean and cheap,' Myrna said, 'actually you're the second guy today who's asked me that.'

'You mean I got competition Myrna?' Dean winked at the woman, 'I'm shattered.'

'Yeah, yeah I'm sure you are, that young guy over by the pool table is the one ...'Myrna nodded towards a young man a shade shorter than Dean with a shock of black hair and intense blue eyes, dressed in a well-worn brown leather jacket and neatly pressed jeans, though his scuffed boots stood out oddly.

Dean drained his coffee and picked up his beer, 'I'll be over there when the ribs come Myrna.' He said with a smile and wink, making his way across the floor space dodging chairs and elbows deftly coming to a stop next to the young man the barmaid had pointed out to him, 'hey want a game?'

'Yeah sure, I guess so,' the young man smiled, 'the name's Bart.'

'Dean ... so ya game to make it interesting?'

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Singer Salvage Yard

Sioux Falls

South Dakota

March 2010

Dean chuckled softly and glanced over at his brother, 'Bart was as good at pool as you were back then, we got talking and ended up eating together.'

'So when did you ... ya know find out about Bart being a hunter?'

'I found out about a hunt the next town over,' Dean turned away from Sam again preferring to talk to the open space, 'easy in a way it was a Wendigo ... anyway I tracked it to its lair and well ...'

'Dean?' Sam asked suddenly concerned for his now silent brother, 'Dean what happened back then?'

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Wyoming, 2003

Dean ran crashing through the scrub and errant over-hanging branches feeling them whip into his face stinging his sweat cooled flesh. He could see just the flash of movement as the Wendigo tried to evade him, swearing as he ran he fumbled with the flare gun wanting to be ready when he finally ... skidding in the mud Dean nearly ended up face first in a puddle as he stumbled onto the old mine shaft. Barely more than a small cave opening with rotting beams trying to support the interior, a perfect lair for the creature.

Moving stealthily through the rubble at the entrance Dean paused for a moment and listened intently, he could hear the sound of footsteps behind him cursing he slipped behind a rock and tensed ready to attack.

The footsteps grew louder as the person came closer, with one hand holding the flare gun tightly he pulled out his glock and clicked the safety off, gun aimed and ready he stepped out of his hiding place ready to shoot. 'Fuck Bart!'

'Dean?' Bart dropped his flare gun in shock as he found himself looking down the barrel of a very steadily held gun.

'I coulda killed ya man what the fuck are you doin' here?' Dean demanded lowering his gun and then scoured the area with his gaze making sure that nothing nasty was lurking around.

'I coulda killed ... wait a minute you a hunter?'

'You?'

A growling coming from one of the shadowed areas halted their conversation and brought both of them together, back to back, both armed with flare guns and ready to fight.

S—D

South Dakota 2010

Dean gave a small self-depreciating laugh and turned to look up at his brother, 'we got the Wendigo, saved a guy's life and celebrated for two days, nursing a couple of broken ribs and Bart broke his wrist. We ahh hunted a few times together after that ...'

'Oh.' Sam blinked furiously and looked out at the yard suddenly finding the view as interesting as his brother had a few minutes ago. 'How ... how long did you and Bart hunt together for?'

'On and off for about six months,' Dean shrugged an involuntary shiver ran down his spine as he remembered the last hunt he had with Bart, there was no way he was going to tell Sam about that not now anyway.

'Dean?'

'I haven't seen him since early 2004,' Dean turned to go back inside, 'if you want to sit this one out Sam ...'

'Nah not getting rid of me that easily.' Sam shook his head and gave his brother a small dimpled smile, 'I wanna meet this guy.'

'Yeah but I don't want him to meet you Sammy.'

'How come you never mentioned him, ya know since we got back ...?' Sam let his voice trail off not sure on how to phrase the question.

'Just never thought of him,' Dean ducked his head and went inside, 'want a beer?'

Sam stared after his brother, something was bothering Dean and he was determined to find out what it was about this Bart. 'Yeah thanks Dean I'll be right in.'

Dean turned and gave Sam a strange almost suspicious look before heading into the kitchen, Sam rubbed the back of his neck and chewed his lower lip as he slowly made his way over to study where Bobby was busy researching ... something.

'Hey Bobby.'

'Hey Sam, where's that brother of yours?'

'He's ah getting a beer ... Bobby?'

'That's mah name, what's the matta son?'

'Has Dean ever mentioned a hunter named Bart to you?'

Bobby nearly dropped the book he held on his knee and stared up at Sam trying desperately to cover his shock, 'Bart you say?'

'What's going on Bobby?' Sam asked folding his long frame into a chair by the fireplace, now he was a level field with Bobby, easier to see his face and to read him.

'Why don'tcha ask yer brother?' Bobby grumbled, 'I don't know anything.'

'I already asked Dean and he told me a little but there's something he's not telling me ... I'm worried Bobby.'

'Yer brother's a big enough idjit to git himself in or outta mess.'

'Let me guess you two are talking about me.' Dean smirked trying to hide his annoyance at Sam's persistence.

'Did Dean tell ya Bobby, we got a hunt ... in the middle of Armageddon we have a hunt with Bart.'

'Dammit Sammy, quit it.'

'Why the cone of silence act Dean?'

'Cone of silence? Didn't think you even remembered watching the show.'

'Don't change the subject Dean talk to me. What is it about Bart that you don't want me to know?'

'Yeah Dean why don'tcha tell Sam all about me.' A man spoke from the doorway, 'sorry but the door was open.' He stepped into the room grinning widely, 'Hey Dean, Bobby been a long time.'

'Bart what the fuck are you doin' here?' Dean felt that chill run down his spine again, 'we're supposed to be meeting you.'

'We got a new lead and brought us here to Sioux Falls so I thought it would be just as easy to meet up here as anywhere else,' Bart explained as he looked down at Bobby, 'sorry to hear about your ahh mishap Bobby.'

'Yer lookin' good Bart.'

'And this must be the elusive Sam Winchester ... Dean's kid brother.' Bart stared up at Sam a strange glint in his eye, 'I heard a lot about ya Sam.'

'Yeah well, sorry but I can't say the same about you,' Sam mumbled a cold chill ran up his arm as he shook hands with the new arrival.

'Ya don't mind if the boys come in do ya Bobby? We won't stay long ...' Bart smirked as two other men appeared behind him, 'Bobby, Sam, Dean this is Walt and Kurt they've been working with me for the last few months, boys this here is Bobby Singer and the Winchester brothers Dean and Sam.'

'I ah ... I've seen you before haven't I?' Sam asked staring at the man called Walt his face was so familiar.

'Didn't you work in a bar a couple of months ago?' Walt stared at the younger man with a feral look in his eyes, 'but thought ya name was Keith.'

TBC