The Winchesters sat at a booth in a diner on the side of a highway. They were meeting Bobby halfway and he was running a little late.

The booth was full of awkward silence. Dean because of John, John because of Sam, and Sam because of Dean. No one was hungry so no one ordered anything so they just sat there. Luckily there was another family on the other side of the restaurant for the one waitress to pay attention to.

After an hour of waiting, Bobby finally walked in.

"John. Boys," he said, climbing into the booth.

"Hey Bobby," Sam and Dean said together with monotone voices. Neither one of them moved.

"Yeesh try to contain your excitement will ya?" Bobby said sarcastically.

"Thanks again for doing this Singer," John said.

"Meh what else have I got to do?" Bobby said. "Shall we?"

Everyone stood up and went outside to the parking lot. John and Bobby to their trucks, the boys to the Impala.

"Kids sure you got everything?" John asked. They nodded. "Alright then. I leave them in your hands Singer."

John climbed into his truck. The kids waved at him as he drove off and John waved back.

"Okay kiddos let's hit the road."

"Bobby can I ride with you?" Sam asked. Both Bobby and Dean were taken aback.

"Sure," Bobby said, assuming they just needed a little break. Sam grabbed his backpack out of the backseat of the Impala and climbed in the front of Bobby's truck. They drove off and Dean followed in the Impala.


Sam started unpacking and putting clothes in the dresser as Dean carried another bag into the room. The boys had to share the one guest bedroom Bobby had, which obviously they didn't mind. They were just grateful that they had their own beds.

"Hey Sammy, can I ask you something?"

"You just did."

"Why'd you want to ride with Bobby?" Dean asked, ignoring his brother's smart comment. "Not that I care or anything. It was actually kinda nice driving alone."

"Thought you might want some space," Sam said, shrugging his shoulders.

"What made you think that?"

"You seemed mad."

"Hell yeah I was mad but you don't think that was at you, right?" Dean asked.

"Didn't seem like that back at the hotel."

Dean sighed and sat on the edge of one of the beds next to the dresser. He leaned over so he was close to Sam.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone off like that. Can you forgive me?"

Sam didn't respond.

"Sammy?"

Still no response.

"SAAAMMYYYYY!" Dean whined like a little kid. Sam bit his lip to keep from smiling.

"HEY!" he cried when Dean tackled him on the ground. "Let me go!"

"Forgive me!" Dean mock-pleaded.

"No!"

The two rolled around on the ground laughing. Eventually Dean had Sam flat on his back, pinning him down.

"Alright! Alright, I forgive you!" Sam cried out. He was having trouble breathing from laughing so hard.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

Dean helped Sam up and the two of them continued unpacking.

"Hey Dean?" Sam asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Do you really think Dad doesn't trust me?"

"Of course Dad trusts you," Dean responded, trying to hide the surprise in his voice. He couldn't believe Sam would ask something like that.

"They why did you say that he didn't?"

"I think he's scared."

"Dad?" Sam scoffed. "Scared?"

"Well yeah. His thirteen year old shot someone. Someone who could have died. And they weren't even a monster."

"I didn't know," Sam mumbled. He finished unpacking and sat on a bed, crossing his legs.

"I know that and Dad knows that. Stop being so hard on yourself Sammy. Dad said Sarah's going to be fine."

Sam was about to answer but stopped when he heard knocking on the bedroom door.

"Am I interrupting anything?" Bobby asked, coming into the room.

"No," they answered in unison. Dean's tone was more casual while Sam's tone was more upset.

"So, you boys know I don't do rules. I don't like them. Plus your daddy has ya whipped so sharp, I'm not concerned. However, this ain't no ordinary visit so I think there should be a little agreement."

"Like what?" Dean asked.

"Well for starters, you two will be going to school while you're here. What you do there, I don't care, but you're going so you might as well make the best of it."

"Where will we be going?" Sam asked, his tone sounding a bit more positive. Dean smirked. His brother was such a nerd.

"You'll be at the junior high and Dean will be at the high school down the street."

"What are the other rules?" Dean asked. He was so excited to hear what else Bobby had in store.

"Breakfast and dinner will both be at seven. Curfew is midnight, unless discussed otherwise. Should you make friends while you're here, I do not want them over when I am not home. Are we understood?"

"Yes sir."

"And stop it with the unison. It's freaking me out."


After dinner, everyone decided to go to bed early. School was starting the next day and after recent events, it seemed like a good idea.

While Sam was in the bathroom getting changed, Dean inspected one of the beds for a place to hide his gun.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked when he came back into the room.

"Exactly what it looks like."

"But that's my bed," Sam whined. He was so tired, he sounded like a little kid.

"No it's not."

"Yes it is. I was sitting on it earlier."

"I'm always on the bed closest to the door. You know that."

Sam sighed. He knew he was losing that fight and honestly, he didn't even want to try to win.

Sam threw his dirty clothes in the basket in the closet and climbed into the other bed. He watched Dean slide the gun in-between the mattresses.

Dean grabbed his things and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. When he came back, Sam was already asleep. Dean turned off the light, climbed into bed, and stared at the ceiling.


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