Chapter 17

The next afternoon, Sam, Dean, and Clay arrived at Bobby's Salvage Yard. Clay was silent the entire car ride, Sam knew he was upset, but never once said anything about it.

Sam was actually grateful for once of Dean's loud music, because it surely took away most of the surrounding awkwardness in the car.

Dean looked as passive as ever, Sam just wanted to hit him for not caring about any of this. It was his nephew for crying out loud! And he was treating him almost like…a job.

Sam hoped that Abigail didn't decide to come home anytime this week. He left a note, and gave her his cellphone number, but he wasn't sure if that was enough.

But maybe it was; who knows with the way Abigail's been acting?

Now they stood in Bobby's living room with Bobby standing in the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and a sour look on his face.

"Thanks again, Bobby." Sam said with a half smile.

"Not a problem, just make sure you find Bela." Bobby growled out.

Clay's eyes widened as he stared at Bobby, he then snapped his head in Sam's direction.

"Your friend doesn't like kids! You're gonna leave me alone with this guy?" Clay said frantically in Sam's mind.

Sam's mouth twitched upward, as he attempted to keep the laughter from his face.

"I came here for the first time when I was about your age." Sam said comfortingly.

"Were you by yourself with him?" Clay asked nervously.

"Actually no…I always had Dean with me." Sam replied blankly.

"Well I don't have anyone here with me!" Clay snapped.

"I'll only be a phone call away." Sam said with a shrug.

"Well," Dean cut in out loud, "come on Sam, we've got a long drive ahead of us!"

Bobby suddenly pulled Sam into the corner by his arm, and whispered, "Make sure you tell that kid not to use his mojo."

Sam chuckled, "I can tell him…but that doesn't mean he'll do it."

"Ugh, Kids." Bobby mumbled with frustration.

Sam walked over to Dean's side and then turned to Clay.

"I'll see you in a few days, I promise okay?" Sam said as he knelt down to Clay's eyelevel.

Clay nodded, "I'm gonna call you like every day."

Sam laughed, "I hope so."

"Try not to freak Bobby out too much with your abilities alright?" Sam warned Clay silently.

Clay nodded and put a smile that Sam saw right through, on his face.

Sam chuckled and then ruffled the kids' hair as he stood to his full height.

"Alright, we'll see you guys in a few days." Sam called as he and Dean walked out the front door, then closed it behind them.

Clay turned to look at Bobby, and put his best attempt at an innocent smile on his face as he dropped his bags to the floor.

Bobby swallowed the lump in his throat, and knew he would be counting down the days until those idjits got back.

xXx

Sam and Dean had a four day drive ahead of them, and neither of them was looking forward to it, but it would hopefully be worth it if they caught up with Bela.

Now, they were driving in complete silence as Sam was staring down at the map on his lap with little interest. He hadn't said a word to Dean since they left Bobby's.

"You mad or something?" Dean finally asked.

Sam was about to shake his head, when he started to think about Dean's lack of presence around Clay. It was like Dean toned down who he was around the kid.

"A bit." Sam admitted.

"At what? Me?" Dean asked as he chanced a glance toward Sam.

"Why do you shut yourself off whenever Clay's around?" Sam snapped.

"I dunno what you're talking about." Dean mumbled as he turned his attention back to the road.

"Don't play dumb!" Sam said with a raised voice.

Dean said nothing, so Sam rolled his eyes and continued.

"Is it because you think we might have to kill him?" Sam accused angrily, "You think he's like the antichrist or something?"

Dean rolled his eyes with frustration, "Did I say that?"

Sam shook his head, and looked out his window, deciding not to push any further.

"Is that what you think Sam? You think we're gonna have to waste him?" Dean prodded.

Sam continued to be silent; he bit his tongue, not wanting to tell Dean about his vision he had a week ago.

"Nuh-uh, Sam! You started this!" Dean yelled angrily, "All week you've been suddenly acting like super-dad, ever since you woke up!"

Sam hated when Dean flipped the arguments around, but he knew Dean was right, and he knew that he now had to spill about the vision.

Sam took in a deep breath, and then finally told Dean about his latest vision. He told Dean about seeing him and Abigail dead at Clay's feet, and how Sam shot Clay in the chest.

When Sam was done telling Dean what happened, a tear escaped his eye and rolled down his cheek. He looked over at Dean who didn't seem to notice, and then wiped it away.

"You saw Clay kill me?" Dean asked suddenly calm.

"Yea." Sam replied with a nod.

"What about Pamela? You said you saw everyone in the rooms' death." Dean asked as he looked over at Sam.

Sam shrugged, "That seemed a bit further away than this vision."

"How can you tell?" Dean asked as he looked back to the road.

"It seemed foggier…but she was stabbed in the gut by a demon." Sam said blankly.

"So you think Clay's gonna go bad before Pamela dies?" Dean pried.

Sam nodded sadly, "Yea."

"Okay, so what do you suggest we do?" Dean asked with a shrug.

"Well…I'll keep up frequent calls with him, but besides that there's not really much we can do about it now." Sam said with a half smile.

Dean nodded curtly, but didn't answer.

There was a long silence that lasted a while, before Sam finally turned to Dean.

"So Dean…why do you keep your distance with Clay?" Sam prodded.

Dean looked over at Sam and then chuckled.

"I've already gotta deal with you every day…I didn't sign on for mini-me too." Dean replied as he pat Sam's knee playfully.

Sam rolled his eyes, but didn't argue.

Maybe things would be better when all this Bela business was over with, and they picked up Clay. Maybe Dean would try a little harder then.

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