Chapter 11

Several hours later the hunters arrived in Austin, Texas. The first thing that Bobby needed to do was to get Dean squared away somewhere. He took the boy to a cheap motel near the prison. He bought Dean pie and beer and told him to stay put. Bobby then left the motel. He stopped the car about a mile from the prison and cast his spell on another coin. He planned to do a repeat performance, exactly what he did with Dean. He just hoped and prayed that it would work as well.

Moments later Sam was in the car and Bobby was in the driver's seat. They quickly headed to the motel. Dean was waiting by the window, watching for them and seconds later they were on the road headed out of Texas.

"Where are we headed?" Sam asked as he changed his clothes in the car.

"New York, Sammy." Dean said. He was very happy to see his brother again. "I gotta get my baby."

"The Impala is in New Jersey." Sam stated.

"Yeah, but El and Neal want to see us. So does June." Dean replied.

"It's too risky." Sam turned and looked at his brother after he pulled his t-shirt over his head. "I mean…what if they check…."

Bobby shook his head as he drove. "They won't check, Sam. Hell, that prison is so overcrowded and understaffed; you probably could have just walked out on your own. Nobody would have known."

Sam nodded. He was so glad to be out. But he was tired. He closed his eyes and was soon asleep.

It took a couple of days to get to New York. Not because they had trouble or were being chased. Bobby knew both the boys were tired. He pulled over and they spent their nights sleeping in actual beds. It made for better sleep and both Sam and Dean seemed to be more rested. Plus, Bobby figured, if anybody was after them, they wouldn't expect them to be taking their time, getting to wherever the law thought, or predicted that they would go.

Sam had a million questions. He had no idea how Bobby knew where he was. He hadn't called the older hunter. And he was pretty sure Dean wouldn't have called. He had his own reasons, not the least of which was the guilt Sam knew he felt about the situation. The guilt he carried around with him like a security blanket.

"It was not your fault, Dean." Sam said as he, Dean and Bobby sat in their motel room eating greasy spoon faire. "I don't know the details of all that's happened since then. But, what…what happened at El's store, was NOT your fault."

Dean stopped eating he shook his head. "It was my plan, Sammy. Remember…my plan!"

Sam nodded. He looked to Bobby for support, but Bobby couldn't get Dean to talk, and he had tried.

"Tell me…everything." Sam demanded. "Start with El's store and end with how you got me out of prison."

Dean relented and he and Bobby took turns telling their parts of the story. Dean didn't know a whole lot, and most of what he did know, Sam already knew. Dean told Sam about the postcard the conman had sent him with the hidden message. Bobby told Sam about Neal's phone call, the storage locker in St. Louis, and the spell book. Sam, of course, knew the spell had worked and worked well. They had used the same ruse as Bobby had with Dean. Special Agent Ted Lynard, created from rocker Ted Nugent and the band Lynard Skynard, had come to transfer Sam Winchester to another prison. And the agent would be taking sole responsibility for the prisoner. They, as Bobby and Dean did, just walked out of the prison, got in the car and drove away.

Sam considered what he had been told. They were all, no doubt, indebted to Neal Caffrey. They wouldn't be out without his help, even though he was a couple thousand miles away at the time. This most definitely warranted a trip to the Big Apple. Plus, he really wanted to see El and make sure that she was okay.

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"Neal lives here?" Bobby said, taking in the huge stone mansion in front of him. "He lives here, really?"

"Neal rents the top floor." Dean said as they all got out of Bobby's car and went across the street to June's front door. "June, Neal's landlady, lives on the other two floors. And when we're here, we stay on the second floor."

Sam rang the doorbell and the door was answered moments later by Carlotta. "Hola, Senor Winchester y Senior Winchester." She paused, she didn't recognize the man with them.

"Carlotta, this is Bobby Singer."

"Si, si, hola, Senior Singer." Carlotta said, stepping aside to let them all in. She called to June that she had company as she led them all into the large living room.

Bobby was speechless. The inside was even more impressive than the outside. He stood just staring room when June showed up. She paused for a second, unable to believe her own eyes. She had known that they were coming; Neal had told her about his postcard and about calling Bobby Neal had also told her about the calls he had gotten after Dean and Sam had been sprung. But she still was somehow surprised to see them. Tears filled her eyes as she went to hug her visitors.

June hugged him tightly then stepped back before she spoke. "This isn't a dream, is it?"

Dean smiled and shook his head. "We're here."

"You're okay?" June asked.

Dean nodded. "Sore, but okay."

"Darlin, it is so good to see you." June said, hugging him again. She then turned her attention to the younger Winchester. "Sam."

"June." Sam said as he and June embraced.

"Darlin'." She stepped back and looked up at Sam. "Are you okay?"

Sam nodded. "I'm good."

June then looked at her other visitor. "And you must be Bobby Singer. I'm June Ellington. It is very nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too, Ma'am." Bobby said, shaking the hand June offered.

"June, please."

Bobby nodded. "You can call me, Bobby."

June nodded. She then turned to Sam and Dean. "Neal's upstairs. El wanted to be here too. I had Carlotta call her when you got here. She should be here anytime. But you three go right on up."

Dean nodded and Sam and Bobby followed him up the two flights of stairs to the third floor. Dean knocked loudly but didn't wait for an answer. Dean, Sam and Bobby caught Neal coming back in from off the veranda. Neal paused only long enough to put down his wine glass.

"Sam, Dean, it is so good to see you on your feet." Neal gave each brother a quick hug. "And you must be Uncle Bobby, so nice to meet you. And thank you for springing them." He said shaking the elder hunter's hand.

Bobby nodded. "Thanks for giving us the use of your storage unit."

"Did you clean it out?" Neal asked.

"No, I left most of it. I took the spell book and a couple of the more interesting weapons." Bobby admitted.

"Probably for the best." Neal replied. "The unit can't be traced to me. And I wouldn't want anything to be traced to you. Most of the stuff was stolen in the 1940's, chances are anyone who came across it now would have no idea what it was they really had."

"How did you come to get the spell book?" Sam asked.

"It was in with a lot of other books. I didn't have any clue as to what it was or what it could do. I was just told it was a unique book. In my world, that means the author has signed it. Or it's a first addition. I had no idea what was so…special about that book until I got on line and read up on it. When I did, I was very glad it was in a storage unit in Missouri and not here in New York." Neal admitted.

"What…what are you talking about?" Sam asked, no one had told him about the book cover.

"The book is supposedly covered in human skin. It was the skin of the first victim of a witch who used the book." Neal explained.

"Gruesome!" Sam stated.

"Yeah, but the spells work. And work well, you're here." Neal paused. "I'm glad for that."

Neal then went to the fridge. He knew the boys would be back to get their things, so he went ahead and bought a case of beer. He figured it they didn't drink it all, it would be there for Peter. He pulled three bottles out and handed Sam and Dean two of them. He looked at Bobby.

"You look like a beer man to me." Neal said as he handed him a bottle.

Bobby nodded as he took it. "Great place you got here." He said as he opened the beer. He took a sip as they all wandered out onto the veranda.

"Yeah, it's a great place, close to everything, which is good since I don't drive." Neal said. "I can drive. I just let my license lapse."

They all heard the knock on the door. They all expected to see Elisabeth Burke at the door so Neal called to her to come in.

They were all in for a huge shock when Peter walked through the door. The agent had come to check on Neal since he had the day off. He wanted to make sure his C.I. was okay.

Special Agent Peter Burke came in the door, but then stopped in his tracks when he saw Neal's guests.

"Sam and Dean Winchester!" Peter was obviously surprised to see them. The last he had heard ,they were each in their respective prisons.

"Agent Burke." The Winchesters said in unison.

TBC