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Sorry for the delay… But I'm busy… I mean… really busy… :D

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Dead end

"Where is Sam?" Bobby asked, sitting in the kitchen with Nika, doing some research, when Dean came into the room.

"Asleep on the couch." Dean answered, running a hand through his hair. "Have you already found something out?" He asked with a desperate tone in his voice.

"Sorry boy." Bobby apologized, shaking his head in Dean's direction. The hunter had prepared all doors and windows of the house, so nothing supernatural could come in. "I haven't found out anything, yet."

"Okay… Bobby… you don't think… I mean… he… dad is…" Dean spluttered.

"He's okay… I'm sure." Bobby assured, watching Dean, who slumped onto one of the chairs. "Why don't you go over into the living room and join your brother sleeping?" Dean needed some peace for a while.

"I can't sleep Bobby… I need to be awake… Sam can wake up every minute and… I just can't sleep…" Dean nodded to himself, looking at his hands. "Okay… anyway…" He swallowed hard. "Nika… where do you think they are? I mean… you found them last time."

"I didn't find them… I… I evoked the Satyolatos…" He groaned, Dean sensed that the man was tired. "I know how he works and I knew that he would go after you and the fastest way to find you was joining him… he knows where you are…"

"Okay… he's still after us, isn't he?" Dean asked, looking from Nika to Bobby and back to Nika.

"Yeah I'm afraid he is." Nika nodded, watching Dean with hawk-like eyes.

"Good… then let's open the windows and the doors… let them in… we can lock Sammy in one of the bedrooms, so nothing's gonna happen to him." Dean suggested.

"No Dean!" Bobby hit the table with his balled fist. "It might be too late for your father, but it's not too late for you and I'm not gonna risk your life."

"You've said that dad…" Dean said, looking up at his friend, agony obvious in his eyes.

"Dean… it's the job. I know you can't understand that and I don't want you to understand, neither, but…" Bobby had a hand on Dean's shoulder, sorrow in his eyes. "Dean…" The boy looked at him broken-hearted.

"War is dangerous and you have to accept that every side has to take their forfeitures. It's just important that we have to keep on going." Nika stood up, pacing around while talking, like he was trying to figure out a plan.

"That's not just forfeitures for a side… that's my dad you're talking about." Dean screamed, jumping up so he could head over to the elder man, shoving him hard. Bobby immediately was on his side holding him back.

He had expected something like that, either a further crying fest or some other tantrum of the boy. "Dean… calm down… now!" Bobby shook him a little, when Dean fought him, throwing his fists, angry tears in his eyes, which were still glaring at Nika, who was looking back with an equal glare.

Nika was looking like a cat which wanted to attack. "Come down boy…" He snarled.

"Nika… go into another room, would you?" Bobby barked at the other man, hands full of Dean. Nika wasn't helping right now.

Nika rolled his eyes at the men, but left without another word.

"Bobby… why can't you just…" Dean struggled harder again. "…let…me…" He succeeded to free himself. "…go!" The teen turned around, glaring at Bobby. "You know… I slowly believe that dad was right… Nika's not really human… he… he… doesn't know…"

"He knows." Bobby interrupted harshly. "I'm sorry that not everybody is dealing with that the way you want them to. Nika knows exactly how it feels to lose somebody he loves."

"Like this guy knows how to love…" Dean shouted desperate.

"Dean… you should know it better… half the time your life his about eating and music… I can see that you're scared and that you… love… but Dean… normal people would look at you as a complete jerk." Bobby sat Dean down on a chair, with his both hands on Dean's shoulders. "You know… you don't exactly show your feelings in public."

"But he…" Dean defended himself weakly.

"…he works reasonable. You wouldn't be any different if your places were switched." Bobby sat down on the chair next to Dean.

"So you trust him?" Dean asked, his head titled.

"Yeah… I do…" Bobby nodded, smiling sadly. "And I know you do, too… you're just as pigheaded as your father." Dean winced, hearing Bobby talk about his dad. "…uhm… honestly Dean…" Bobby changed the subject. "You can trust him. And don't think so much about his acting… he's… well… him."

"Why do you know so much about him?" Dean asked, looking up.

"Read the book." Bobby patted Dean's shoulder, when he realized that the boy was giving in.

Dean raised his eyebrows, shaking his head slightly. "Nah… It's fine… Too much information is bad."

"Dean… boy…" Bobby asked worried, when Dean covered his eyes with one hand, like he felt dizzy, because of the headshaking.

"I'm fine…" Dean lied, paling.

"When was the last time you ate something?" Bobby asked. "Or slept?" He stood up so he could prepare a little snack for the boy.

"Bobby…" Dean pleaded when he saw what Bobby was doing. "…man… I…"

"'m gonna eat something." Bobby suggested with a smug look on his face, when he handed the boy a sandwich. Dean looked at the food, before he set it down on the table.

"I can't… my…" Dean shook his head, avoiding looking at the sandwich. His stomach was protesting. "Not now… please." His eyes were shining brightly and it broke Bobby's heart to look at him. Dean was scared, tired and he was hurting.

"Dean… carry Sam upstairs into the bed and lay down for some while…" Bobby really needed the teen to sleep and he knew that Dean would do everything to help him with Sam. "…he needs to know that you're here."

Dean nodded, stumbling out of the room.

Bobby huffed… running a hand over his face, before he turned around to leave the room, searching Nika.

"Hey old man." A smirking Satyolatos greeted him, an arm around the neck of an unconscious Nika, who was hanging limp in the strong arms, looking beaten up. "I wouldn't shout, or you'll be dead before you hit the ground."

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