Fear is the Worst Enemy
A/N: Thank you for all the reviews! I was shocked by the responses! It meant so much to me! Here's the next chapter a little earlier than planned as a thank you. (:
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Dean glared at the object in his hand; this should be easier. He had decapitated vamps, killed demons, fought the Devil, defied angels, killed shapshifters and werewolves. This should be easy. That was just it though; it should be simple. Come on, he thought to himself, it's not difficult. You watched as your little brother jumped into Hell…he fought the pain that stabbed at his heart at that thought.
That was the problem. Sam had asked him not to do this, but that was becoming too difficult. He found himself missing the perks of hunting: taking his grief and anger out on the closest supernatural bastard in his way. He glanced back down at the phone, his finger hovering over Bobby's number. He let out a sigh, his mind begging Sam to forgive him.
He listened to the nonstop ringing, wondering why Bobby hadn't answered. The last time the two had talked, Bobby had alerted Dean that his soul was out of Crowley's possession. If something had happened to Bobby while Dean was out of the game, he'd never forgive himself. It was time that Dean became the man he was, shedding the shell he had been living in since the day Sam had jumped.
"Singer Salvage." Bobby's gruff voice answered. Dean let out the breath he had been holding in. Thank God.
"Bobby, hey it's De—" He started.
"HEY, Ya idjit, put that down! Go back to researching!" Bobby shouted to someone in the room. Dean smiled at the memories of Bobby's house drifted back to his mind. The smell of whiskey, old books, leather, and gun polish all mixing together to create the aroma that just was Bobby. "Sorry bout that. I got some idjit here who thinks he knows everything. Who is this?"
Dean let out another laugh. Gosh he missed this: the hunting community, the safety, the feeling of home and comfort that came with talking to Bobby. "Bobby, it's Dean." He said, a sliver of true, pure, happiness filling his heart for the first time since Sam jumped.
"Well, I'll be damned…again. Dean, how ya been boy?" Dean smiled at Bobby's obvious surprise.
"I've been…okay. I guess."
"Don't lie to me." Bobby growled into the line. Dean snickered at that.
"I'm…dealing Bobby, but no chick flick moments. I was wondering—"
"Dean, I swear that if you are asking me about a hunt for you, I will kick your ass." Bobby growled at him.
"Bobby, I'm climbing the walls! I fricken play golf! This isn't the life for me Bobby. It never was…" Dean let out a sigh. Not without Sam.
Bobby glanced toward the adjacent room, guilt clawing at his stomach as he caught on to Dean's hidden meaning. "Boy, you got out! You got the life your brother always wanted. How are you honorin him by throwing all that away. You're a serious idjit boy."
Rage flared through Dean's system as he realized what Bobby was implying. "Are you saying I'm not honoring my brother? My brother gave his fricken life to save every damn life on this planet. Now, those people are dying! I'm never going to forgive myself for letting those people die, letting Sam's sacrifice go in vain. Bobby, I want back in." He growled into the line, his anger and hurt fusing into his voice, bringing out his old "Protective Big Brother" voice.
Bobby looked down, trying to fight the conflicting loyalties inside of him. "Well, there is one hunt, but I wouldn't really suggest it to…" he started, immediately trailing off.
"Someone who's been out of the game for a year and a half?" Dean finished for Bobby. "Yeah, I figured. I don't care Bobby. I was thinking, maybe I can come over. I haven't seen you in forever…"
"Boy, did you grow any lady parts in your hunting absence? Seriously, why don't we get together and cry about the world's problems, and the fact your boyfriend broke up with you. Get yourself together. You have been outta the life to long." Dean froze as Bobby's words sank in.
He let out a strained laugh as he thought about Bobby's words. If he got back into the life, he would lose the part of him that lived and loved Lisa and Ben. Could he do that? Give up the small part of him that did enjoy the apple pie life?
"That's just it Bobby. I'm different. Ever since Sam…I have to become myself again!" Bobby's heart broke for Dean, but it was time to throw some sense into that idjit.
"Dean, get your ass over hear. You seriously need a whoopin." Bobby growled.
"Yeah, like you could take me, old man." Dean countered, right as Lisa walked in from grocery shopping. "I gotta go. I'll leave tomorrow!" Dean said, as he smiled at Lisa. She gave him a curious look before heading towards the kitchen.
"Bye," Bobby stated while Dean hung up. "Idjit." He muttered under his breath. He did miss that kid. He glanced back down at the small book in front of him. Damn sucker couldn't be found.
"H—h—hey Bobby. Ch—ch—check this out. I think I m—m—might have found something." Bobby stood and headed over at the abnormally tall hunter in the adjacent room. He grabbed the book out of the shivering kids hands, reading the small text. A smile covered his face.
"Atta boy Sam." He said to the lanky hunter, who still wouldn't look him in the eye. Sam smiled to himself before he looked Bobby in the eye for the first time in a month.
"Bobby, I'm going on this hunt." Sam said, for the first time since coming back sure of the way to free himself from this prison with out having to see Dean's hurt face.
Dean stood and walked back over to Lisa. "Hey, I've got a…" he needed a good lie, "business trip that I need to leave for. I'll be gone for a week, tops." He smiled his perfect impish smile, the one he use to always give Sam after making one of his awesome jokes. Well, Sam never thought the jokes were awesome, but Dean knew better.
"Dean," Lisa sighed, her shoulders drooping as if in defeat, "You're a construction worker. You don't travel." He immediately glanced down, mentally berating himself for such a bad lie. What the hell? Sam and I use to lie professionally and the best I can come up with is some weak lie. What happened to me? "Why are you lying to me?" She asked, turning to face him. Her brown eyes seemed as if they were trying to search into his mind.
"Lis, I'm working on another construction site, one that's a five hour drive one way. I'm suppose to work for 8 hours there." He smiled, though not at Lisa. He was smiling at the fact that he got it back; he was getting back into the swing of things. The lies came as easily as they use too, back when he was with Sam, the dynamic duo hunting baddies and kicking some serious ass.
Lisa smiled too, "Oh, I didn't realize."
"It's okay Lis, I understand." Dean pulled her into a hug, once again trying to pull feelings from the nothingness that resided in his soul. His feelings toward Lisa and Ben had dissipated through out the first couple of months he had lived with them. He missed the open road, the purr of the impala, Sam. He hated his truck, it was loud and obnoxious…it reminded him of the whining growl from the van that kidnapped Sammy back before their lives were demon-filled, and became an angel chessboard.
Lisa pulled away and glanced up at Dean. "I love you Dean Winchester." She whispered as she leaned in and kissed him. The small spark hidden within him that still loved Lisa became a tired candle as he kissed her back.
Once Lisa pulled away again to get back to unloading groceries, Dean decided to go upstairs and pack. "Oh hey, Dean." Lisa called out.
He turned in the doorway, "Huh?"
"There was some girl in the store, brown hair, brown eyes. She was asking around about you. Sound familiar? Is she a…hunter?" Lisa inquired.
Dean racked his brain, trying to remember anyone who fit that description. "No, doesn't sound familiar. Hmm." Dean replied, curiosity biting at his conscious mind. "Doesn't sound familiar…" He mumbled to himself before heading back out of the room, upstairs, and started packing.
Her brown hair billowed in the slight breeze as she watched the young woman walk inside with the groceries. "Damn…she is pretty." She whispered to her minion who stood by her side. "Makes me all warm and mushy inside." She whispered. Her minion stood there silently. "No sense of humor." She muttered in anger to herself.
"Orders." He asked.
"Oh come on baby…" she whispered seductively as she walked up towards him, grabbing the edges of his jacket. "All work and no play makes me a sad widdle girl." She said in a baby voice. He continued to just stare at her emotionless.
"Follow this one. I'll handle the brother." She finally said angry at the demon in front of her.
A/N: This is kinda long! I hope yall liked it! It was fun to write. Anyone have an idea who the mystery demon is? Find out next chapter! (: Review please! Yall are the best!