A.N.: So…you guys ready for another chapter? In this chapter we find out what Dean's favorite place is (I screwed myself out of the Impala when I had her with Sam in the 2nd chapter *sigh*) but I gave you guys some AWESOME Bobby to make up for it. Hope you enjoy! Thanks again for all the support! Special thanks to my dear friend Dorothy for helping me tweak the chapter. *hugs*

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Sam slides into the driver seat of the Impala and is almost immediately joined by Bobby.

The contrast of the other occupant not being Dean sends a painful pang through his heart.

The older hunter swings his duffel over his shoulder and into the back seat.

"Where are we going Sam?"

The younger Winchester guns the engine and looks sideways at Bobby. "To Dean's favorite place."

He puts the car in gear and races out of the parking lot.

"Which is?"

"Back when Mom was alive and I was only a couple of months old we all went to this lake, right outside of Lawrence. It's where Dad taught Dean how to fish and where he skipped his first rock," His words taper off as he digs a faded photo out from the glove box. "Here."

Bobby stares at the picture for just about a minute before he says. "That was a long time ago Sam, you sure it hasn't changed since then?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

The older man sighs. "I don't mean to be a dick about this but we only have one shot at finding him," he pauses and clasps a hand on Sam's' shoulder. "Sam, are you sure?"

Sam lets out a shaky breath. "I know it is Bobby. I mean, it was a toss-up between that and the Impala, and unless he's buried in the trunk somewhere, this is the only other place. He told me... well, every time he digs through that damn glove box and stumbles across that picture he tells me. It was taken the last time, in the last place we were together as a family, before..." He breaks off and tries to rein in the torrent of emotion swelling in his chest. "I'm sure."

"Well alright then, put down the hammer son."

"How far is it to Clinton Lake?"

Bobby pulls a map out from underneath the seat. "Bout an hour."

Devastation takes over Sam's face by degrees. "An hour...we'll never make it." he whispers mournfully.

"Oh yes we will," Bobby starts digging out his cell phone. "You worry about getting us to your brother; I'll take care of the rest."

Sam pushes the pedal to the floor as he darts in between lanes of traffic.

"Harrison, it's me Bobby. I need a pathway to Clinton Lake. He shifts the phone to his other ear. "From St. Mary's." he pauses and leans over to eye the speedometer. "About 90. Yeah whole way there, thanks I owe you." He shuts his phone with a grin.

"What the hell was that?"

"Got a hunter buddy on the county police, owes me about a half a dozen favors."

"And?"

"And you can push this car to the limit; no cops are going to pull us over."

"How did you manage that?" Sam inquires.

"Son, you don't get arrested as many times as I have without making a few friends."

He laughs in response. "You rock."

"Don't you forget it." He taps Sam on his hand. "Now pay attention to the road, can't exactly save your brother if we end up in an accident."

Sam steels his grip on the steering wheel and pushes the car up to 95mph.

"We're coming Dean. Just hang in there."

The Impala roars in agreement.

A.W.: Clinton Lake, St. Mary's are both real places. At least according to Google and Google never lies. :P