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Apprehensive Feelings

Dean's phone vibrated in his pocket, he moaned in pain as he leaned over to look at his pocket. Slowly he gazed upward to check if his father had noticed.

John raised his head at the low noise, turning away from the table of knives to meet his sons gaze. He approached Dean with a grim smile and plucked the phone out of his pocket. An amused look crossed his face as he read the name that appeared on the phone. "Bobby Singer? After your big fight I would have assumed that you were no longer talking..." John hummed to himself thoughtfully. "When was the last time that you saw him?"

Dean looked down at the blood-stained concrete beneath his toes before replying quietly, "A few weeks ago."

John nodded at Dean's answer. "I was hoping that you wouldn't say that." He frowned and placed the still vibrating phone on the table beside his supplies. "Let's hope he doesn't call again."

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Bobby shut his phone harshly, gritting his teeth impatiently. "Damn it Dean, where are you?" The last time he had heard from the young hunter had been a few weeks ago. After having a huge argument with both Winchester boys, Dean sped off in the Impala leaving Sam and himself behind.

He let out a frustrated sigh then walked into his living room, lifting a map off of the couch so he could sit in its place. After fidgeting for a moment or so, he tossed the map away from himself then dug through his pocket for his phone. 555-0179... He pounded Dean's number into his phone and anxiously awaited Dean's voice.

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John sighed as Dean's phone started to vibrate again. The phone gradually moved towards the edge of the table; he swung his hand underneath the wood surface just in time to catch the phone. "It's Bobby. Again." He read the name, annoyed. He stuffed the phone into his own jacket pocket after it finished vibrating then picked up a knife gingerly. "Now, where were we?"

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Five... Six... Seven... Bobby counted the number of rings Dean's phone had before voicemail picked up. He muttered to himself then punched another number into his phone.

"Hello?" A familiar voice answered Bobby's call.

"Sam. Are you okay?" His voice was worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"Are you still in River Pass?"

"River Pass? No, I left four days ago."

Bobby bit his lip. "Tell me your brother went with you."

"Uh, no. He didn't. Why?" Concern began to seep into Sam's voice.

"I've been trying to get a hold of him but he ain't answering... Why aren't you two together? I thought you made up." The elder hunter sounded angry.

"We...Thought that it would be better if we didn't hunt together anymore...Things have changed, I'm a lot different then I was before." Sam decided to change the topic after his quick explanation. "Why have you been trying to call him?"

"Well, I was tracking a demon in Denver, Colorado, and then three days ago that one demon turned into a couple dozen demons." Bobby informed the Winchester. He bent to pick up the map from the floor near the couch, carrying it over to the table. "All in the Denver. I called some other hunters and they said that they've noticed the pattern too. Every demon within the state seems to be heading there. I don't know what's happening, but I don't think it's good. I thought that you boys might be hanging around there for a while... That maybe you could help me." He scratched his head. "So, you don't have any idea where your brother is?"

"No." He admitted. "Try to call him again later."

"Sure. I'm going to leave for Denver in a few hours...You coming?"

The line went quiet.

"Sam?"

"I... I don't know Bobby."

"I could really use your help." The hunter pressed the youngest Winchester.

Sam frowned then sighed before continuing. "I'll be at your place tomorrow morning."

Bobby hung up without saying goodbye. He paced around his home, trying to organize his thoughts. So Sam is coming with me, but has no idea where Dean is. This really can't be good... That boy. He never leaves his phone unattended. He spoke aloud to himself, "Where the hell are you Dean?"

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