After the long process of unlocking it, Bobby opened his front door to find Dean's straight faced expression and Kayla standing behind him holding Alex. If it were a family visit they would have called; he'd been hunting a lot lately and they would have made sure he was going to be home. The reasons could be countless, but they were looking for sanctuary. He cursed internally. Everything had been going so well.

"Hey Bobby." Kayla smiled faintly as Dean lead them inside the house, making themselves welcome but looking far from comfortable.

"What's wrong?"

"Djinn attack, the usual." Dean grimaced as he set his bags down. It wasn't supposed to be usual, not anymore, and certainly not in his house. The very idea of it still got his blood boiling but he tried to keep it under wraps. "Can we crash?" He already knew the answer but it never hurt to pretend to be courteous.

"Of course, you guys know where everything is." He looked at the already eager toddler and raised his eyebrows. "I wouldn't let him touch too much, you know everything's rigged."

Alex looked at him, seemingly knowing that he was being talked about and he held his arms out towards him with a smile. "Ba ba ba ba ba…" He babbled continuously, repeating the same sound.

"That kid need a bottle?" He scratched his beard and looked a little nervous about the subject at all. "I hope you came prepared with those supplies, I definitely ain't got 'em."

Kayla laughed quietly and shifted him to her other arm. "Ba ba ba or however many times he decides to say it isn't bottle. It's you, Ba ba ba-bee." She smirked, finding it incredibly endearing that he had sounds for his favorite people, the ones that mattered to him.

Well he couldn't just stare at the kid forever, especially now that he was calling him by name or whatever you'd call it. He reached out and took him, barely able to hold back a grandfatherly smile. As he did during the other more recent visits, Alex lifted a hand and began petting his beard like it was a puppy, smiling away the whole time.

Sam came in then and everyone got quiet for a moment. Dean looked between them, a smug smile on his face with secret satisfaction at the return of his brother. It was going to take some getting used to seeing that kid's face again.

"Hey Bobby." Sam nodded to him.

Bobby nodded back, his expression calm and more importantly-knowing. There was no surprise in his face, just recognition. "Sam."

Dean's jaw tightened; it didn't take much to tie those together. Son of a bitch. "You knew. Bobby…" He reigned in his temper before he could lash out at him. This wasn't the time. "You knew Sam was alive." It wasn't a question in any way, it was more of a disgusted statement. Hell was there a fricken billboard outside his house with this announcement that he just missed?

Sam pushed the door shut, locking it behind him and opened up his wallet. He pulled out a picture and held it out to Dean. He took it from him and saw it was a picture from the hospital; dean and Kayla with the baby. "Bobby gave it to me. He kept me updated with you guys."

"You've gotta be kidding me." Dean practically growled at him and shoved the picture back in his hand. "The whole freakin' time?" Alex was looking at him now, a somewhat scolding look on his face and Dean lowered his tone slightly. Leave it to a child to be the one person on the planet that could control him. "Before he was even born you knew?" He couldn't believe this from Bobby and he walked over to him, still furious.

Kayla already saw where this was going and she took the baby from Bobby. He didn't really need to be in the middle of an argument, even if Dean was trying to stay calm about it. Kids could tell those things, they could sense the mood of the room and she didn't want him to get upset. "I'm gonna get him situated." She grabbed one of the bags and headed upstairs.

Dean didn't waste any time laying into him. "You're family Bobby. You came into my house, all those times, pretending like everything was just fine and dandy…"

"And I'd do it again." Bobby replied honestly, there wasn't a point in hiding it now so he might as well get an explanation from him. He sure as hell wasn't going to feel guilty about it.

"Why?" His voice was laced with confused anxiety, none of this made sense to him. They had no right to keep this from them.

"Because you got out Dean! You walked away from the life! I was so damned grateful, you have no idea." He didn't see why Dean couldn't understand, everyone wanted this for him. Everyone wanted him to stay out of the chaos.

"Do you have any clue, what walking away meant for me?"

"Yeah." He snapped at him before he could spout off something stupid. "Kayla, your son, normal."

"Normal?" He took a breath and shook his head with an annoyed smile. "'Cause it's totally normal to drink past reason every night, have nightmares that wake the whole damn house up, with Kayla killing herself trying to keep me sane, all while I was going out of my damn mind trying to figure out how to get Sam outta the pit!"

Sam straightened up, looking offended. "I told you to leave it alone, you promised." He argued.

"Of course I didn't leave it alone! Sue me!" He rubbed his eyes, looking back at Bobby. His was the worst. The constant contact, all the visits back and forth and he never said a damn word. "The whole year? And you couldn't put me out of my misery?"

"Look, I get that it was hard." Bobby told him, making no apologies for his decision. "But that's life, and it's as close to happiness as I've ever seen a hunter get. It ain't like I wanted to lie to you son, but you were out."

He grimaced, biting back another slew of bitter words for him with everything he had. "Do I look out to you?" His mind was reeling, and he couldn't take another word out of either of their mouths. As far as he was concerned they'd both lied to him, hell it was a fucking community effort.

Upstairs, he stood in the doorway while Kayla sat on the bed with Alex, letting him play with an old relic necklace that Bobby had probably left sitting on the dresser. Of course a hunter's son would play with a charm to ward off evil spirits as a toy. His brow furrowed as he frowned, because of course a hunter's son would have to be taking refuge with an other hunter, because of something his father had done. Oh the sins of the father…

"Hey." Kayla smiled softly at him, taking him from his concentrated anger. She got up and walked over to him. "You haven't punched the crap out of anyone yet." Her hand tugged slightly at his shirt. "That's really good, you know, considering the circumstances." That was ridiculously good really, but she would try not to focus on that part. She was just as shocked as he was about the whole thing.

"Yeah no crap." He tucked her hair behind her ear and already saw the change in her expression. Despite the circumstances she was more relaxed, and the emotion wasn't forced in her expression. She didn't have to put up a strong front about Sam any longer, she could finally move on. Might as well go ahead and fill her in on the rest of the story. "So, my grandfather is also back from the dead. And if that isn't weird enough for you, Sam has been hunting with him, along with a bunch of my mom's relatives, who are all born and raised hunters." He was pretty sure their lives couldn't get much more screwed up at this point.

She laughed to keep from having the reaction he did; she didn't even know what to say about it anymore. The whole thing seemed like a horrible fantasy story. "When it rains it pours doesn't it? Well, just so we can get the full effect right away and be pissed off about everything at the same time, you know Cas had to have known about this too. He's perched in heaven, there's no way he didn't know."

"Shit." He breathed; Cas had been around more than Bobby and he'd kept his mouth shut too. What was this a freaking conspiracy? Cas couldn't keep his mouth shut about anything. "That's what put the stick back up his ass. He was keeping it from us." His expression softened some as the initial shock of the situation wore off. "Broke your heart a little didn't it?"

"It did," she admitted, touching her chest dramatically. "Cas lied to me, so uncool."

"Da da."

He looked over and saw him standing on the bed with his arms outreached; he should probably be more aware of his language around him if he didn't want his initial vocabulary to be a colorful one. Wouldn't the neighbors love that. With a crooked smile he picked him up and sat down on the bed. "Hey buddy, dad's gotta go for a little bit."

"What do you mean?" Kayla asked quickly. It was a jerk reaction, but of course he had to go. There were djinn hunting the house, he couldn't just sit here and let someone else handle it. She should have seen that coming as soon as she saw Sam.

"We can't just leave the djinn to scour the neighborhood for me. They might get bored and start taking out neighbors. "We won't be gone long, just long enough to take him out, I'll come right back baby I promise." Her expression didn't change and he sighed quietly, pulling her down to their level on the bed. "We knew it was gonna happen, we both did. Something would come, and it did, now we have to do damage control to make sure it's gone and nothing followed it to our doorstep okay?"

"I know." She nodded. "I know you have to."

Dean hated that look on her face, like hope was slipping away right in front of him. He tried not to think of it like that. He was going to make all this work, he wasn't going to let them down. "I'm sorry, I should have been there today." He ran his fingers tenderly over the bandage on her arm; Cas had taken off in such a hurry he didn't even fix her up first. The wound wasn't a bad one but it was the principle of the thing and he leaned forward to kiss her. "It's not going to happen again. This isn't me going back, they messed with us first."

Kayla looked at him and that forced smile worked its way back to the surface. They messed with us first. Something told her it wouldn't be the last time she heard that line out of him. She wondered how long it would be now, with Sam being back and actively hunting. How long would it be before he asked for his brother's help? The thought had to be forced back and she stayed supportive of the idea. These djinn did deserve what was coming to them. "Give 'em hell."