Disclainer: Not Mine… (tears, rubbing eye with fist and peeking with other eye to look at the suits)... Nope they don't care. Still not getting custody of Sam and Dean. But my tunnel is still open to the Winchester Sandbox!

NOTE: So no sleeping was making me a very cranky fan girl! But I am working on a solution to that! ANNNNNNNND my unzen-ness is at an end! I wrote a one shot (well a couple of them since this season started, but didn't want to publish them with this one incomplete. So, thank goodness my writer's what ever the Hell it was is over! I am at one with my computer! I am on C17 of my children's story (original that I am re-writing in my current writing style) Also, I am envisioning the resurrection of Mattie and Luke. (Rough Drafts X2 done) But, I wrote them (face palm … as historical romance) That will have to change… so complete re-write. (That series was started in the early '90's) I was hoping to publish the kids' story by Christmas. It's not going to happen. My artist for my book cover has several commissioned pieces ahead of mine… So anyways… Onto important Thank yous for the reviews, saves and alerts! And finally, the next chapter.

Chapter 25

After they got back, and after they stopped to get pizza, they headed straight for the beer in the frig. Each one grabbed two before they headed for the study. After settling down, Dean opened the pizza box on top of the pile and instantly started stuffing his face.

Sam smiled as he watched Dean and Bobby interact with each other. Content to just bullshit with each other.

Dean watched Sam out of the corner of his eye. He seemed content sitting there, lazily drinking his second beer and casually eating his third slice of pizza.

He dropped a hand on Sam's knee, causing Sam to glance startled eyes his way as he asked, "You okay Sammy?"

Sammy smiled, dimples showing as he told him, "Yeah…"

Bobby snickered over his beer, "Awe ain't that sweet." He laughed out right when Dean threw a pizza crust at his head." He laughed harder as it sailed harmlessly past his head and behind the sofa. "You are hunting that down boy." He said pointing his beer at Dean.

Sammy laughed out loud and seemed to startle himself.

Dean tilted his head to the side as he studied his little brother. Something seemed…

Sammy slapped a hand on Dean's leg and then quickly stood. "I'm heading for bed… see you in the morning?"

Dean frowned but agreed, "Okay… Sammy?"

Sammy stopped and turned, waiting.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked looking him up and down.

"Yeah, man. I'm good… jerk."

Dean smiled, relieved, "Bitch." He watched Sam leave the room and listened as he clopped up the stairs. He continued to listen as Sam walked down the hall and until the door shut behind him.

The night sailed by peaceful and just freakin' awesome. Dean thought later as he climbed the stairs and made his way to the room he shared with his brother. He fell asleep almost before his head hit the pillow.

He was the dumbest shit on the planet! What the hell was he thinking… the other shoe wasn't going to drop… really? He was a fucking Winchester. He KNEW better! But being the dumb fuck he was, he didn't think and now Sam was gone… just fucking gone!

He felt himself being shaken and focused on Bobby. "What?", he finally asked.

"Ya with me kid?" Bobby asked as he studied Dean.

Dean nodded, afraid to trust his voice at the moment. He thought to himself, Good fuckin' mornin' Deano

"No need to panic…" Bobby began only to be interrupted by a snarling Dean.

"No need to panic? What exactly is there a need for Bobby?" Dean growled.

Bobby sighed. He took his truckers cap off and pointed at the junkyard with it. "This place is so warded, nothings getting in."

Dean ran a hand through his hair as he muttered, "Yeah, but can it keep Sam in?"

"Didn't know I needed to…" Bobby said frowning at Dean as he put his cap back on.

"I fucking should have known better." Dean berated himself out loud as he dropped his hand from his side.

"How's that kid? You a psychic?" Bobby watched Dean as he waited for his reply.

"No, but dammit! I've raised him… I know him. He wasn't acting right yesterday and I just let it go… and now he's gone." Dean was suddenly lurching off the porch and scrambling towards the impala. He'd searched the house, the impala, the garage all that was left was searching the yard of cars one by one. He frowned when once again the impala was empty.

"Dean." Bobby was suddenly there and shaking him by the shoulders.

Dean finally focused on Bobby.

"Boy, relax. We will find him." Bobby stared at Dean, not batting an eye until Dean closed his eyes briefly and nodded.

TBC