"Bobby?"
"Yeah?"
"It's Dean."
"Why you callin' me?" "Damn" Dean thought "He must still be pissed about that argument." It had been over two years now since the last time Dean had spoken to Bobby for longer than a small voice message here and there. The fight between John and Bobby had almost been legendary. No flashbacks dude. On a tight schedual.

"Old phone got busted so save this as common number. Look I need help with something."
"And what would that be?"
"I need you to find someone for me."
"What, the phone book ain't good enough anymore?" Bobby growled. Dean felt his heart sink a little. He didn't like Bobby being mad at him. It wasn't his fault that his dad was an idiot and burnt bridges.
"Please Bobby it's really important." A loud sigh came from the other end.
"OK boy. Shoot." Dean grinned at being called 'boy' again.
"Her name is Callie Winston." There was silence on the other end. "Bobby?"
"Callie Winston?"
"Yes sir."
"Callie Winston as in your girlfriend Callie Winston? The Callie Winston that I heard about last time you were here non-stop?" Bobby began to sound pissed. Abort!
"Yes that Callie Winston but Bobby…"
"I ain't running a search and rescue every damn time you scare off some girl Dean! If you want to find her, do it yourself! I've got more important things to do than chase after your messes! You are a grown ass man Dean and I ain't your damn…"
"She doesn't remember me Bobby." Dean couldn't help but yell.
"Excuse me?"
"I left Callie shortly after Sammy left on Dad's advice."
"You idjit."
"I know. When I went back nine months after leaving, she was gone."
"Oh Dean…"
"They thought she had been mauled by a bear Bobby. Turns out it was a stray werewolf. A kin of one Dad and I killed earlier." There was more silence.
"She's not dead Bobby, she's missing. She was so torn up and beaten up by this monster that she can't remember the last five years of her life including myself and our entire relationship! I'm asking you to help me…please…cause I don't know where else to go and I can't just let her go." Dean let out a shuddering breath.
"You sure she's alive boy?" Bobby asked somewhat softly.
"I confirmed with both the morgue and the hospital. Spoke to her lead doctor. He was pretty certain she was alive when she bypassed medical advice and left." Dean rubbed his face. The evidence of all the strain was becoming more and more apparent on his face.

"Why didn't you just say that?" Bobby finally answered. "I will put my feelers out and contact a few people I know that are real good at finding those who don't want to be found."
"Thank you." Dean sighed in relief. "I didn't think you would help me after everything between you and Dad."
"Your daddy is a self-absorb arsehole and I stand by what I did. But I ain't going to take that out on you boy. Not when you need my help. She got family?"
"I checked with those that would actually care or remember and she's not there. Also went back to all the main places she use to talk about and there's no trace. She's literally gone with the wind."
"How long you been lookin?"
"Too long."

"We'll find her Dean. Just have faith."
"Yeah, yeah. Let me know when you find her?"
"You'll be the first call I make." Bobby sassed back.
"Hey Bobby?" Dean said before he could hang up.
"What now? Need me to hold it while you piss?"
"Just…thanks." A gruff grumble came through the phone.
"Anytime boy, you know that." Dean hung up and cleared his throat. Tossing his phone in the glove compartment, he looked out the window at the tall building. He hated this. He didn't want anything to do with this but he had to. There was no choice.

He jumped out of the car and snuck his way into the building. He made gotten his hands on vital information on which apartment he needed and the general layout of the building. It was amazing what a twenty could do. Dean jimmied the window and grinned when it opened. Using more grace and silence than usual, he quietly climbed through the window and into the room. He breathed out his nose loudly and made his way left. A hand claps down on his shoulder and without thinking, Dean knocked it away before throwing a punch. It sailed past his attackers head as it ducked. Dean was so not in the mood to play. He grabbed the attackers arm and swung him around before shoving him away and moving quickly to dodge a kick that came out of nowhere. Seeing a small shot, Dean elbowed the attacker in the face and dropped to dodge a kick. Swiping out his feet, Dean grabbed the back of his attacker's neck and wrist and pinned him to the ground.

"Whoa, easy, tiger." He said.
"Dean?!" Came the squeak of an answer. Dean laughed.
"You scared the crap out of me."
"That's cause you're out of practice." The man on the floor grabbed Dean's hand and yanked, slamming his heel into Dean's back and rolling Dean to the floor.
"Or not. Get off me." He shook him off and grabbed the hand offered before standing to his feet. The years had been kind to his younger brother. He looked young, healthy…happy. It was a nice change from all the drama and angst that surrounded Sam before.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Ah Sammy, always straight to the point. He knew Sam wouldn't be overly happy to see him, but he had hopped for maybe a hug or a smile at least.
"Well, I was looking for a beer." Dean put his hands on Sam's shoulders and shook once before letting go. No chick flick moments. No matter how excited you are to see him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" His moody brother demanded again. Clearly there was to be no hugs or 'hi, how are you?'
"Okay. All right. We gotta talk."
"Uh, the phone?" Good to know that the sass hadn't left.
"If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?" Dean raised an eyebrow at his brother and nodded once when he didn't reply. Suddenly the lights turned on and almost blinded him.

"Sam?" Sam and Dean turned their heads in unison and saw a tall leggy blonde dressed in short shorts and a smurf's t-shirt
"Jess. Hey." Dean bit his lip to hide the smirk. Looks like the awkwardness stayed too. "Dean, this is my girlfriend, Jessica." Sam waited for him to say something sleezy but it never came. Dean was too busy thinking about how Callie had a shirt exactly the same.
"Wait, your brother Dean?" Jess smiled. Dean had to admit, she was very pretty. Something he would have definitely gone for. But at the moment, his thoughts were still wrapped on Callie. Sam nodded. But hey, there was no harm in having a bit of fun.
"You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league." Dean nodded. "Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business." He threw in a wink just to see if the red on Sam's face could actually go any redder….apparently it can. "But, uh, nice meeting you." He smiled in a way to try and calm down his close to raging brother.
"No." Dean sighed as Sam went over to Jess and put an arm around her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her." You schmuck.

"Okay." Dean turned to look at them both straight on. "Dad hasn't been home in a few days."
"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." What an idiot. Dean ducked his head to calm himself before looking back up.

"Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days."

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I know this was short and probably not very well written but its late, the idea came to me I wrote it out and bam I just wanted to get it out for you all. There you have it though…we are now starting with the series.
Seriously though, please review or PM me… I love getting messages. There is not a lot of feedback for this story and I would like to know whether or not I should continue or just scrap it. I'm seriously considering scrapping it…I don't know if I am doing this idea justice or not.
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