Sam twirled the pencil around his fingers. He tried to go back to doing his homework after Dean left but couldn't concentrate. And the longer Dean was gone, the more Sam worried and the harder it became to even think about his homework.
Sam finally heard the sound of a car pulling up and sighed a sigh of relief. He stood up and went to the window and was disappointed that it was Dad's car, not Dean's.
Wait a minute, Dad?
Sam thought for a minute. The last time he saw his father was the hospital and he was pissed at Dean. He truly believed that Dean messed up the hunt because of Kelly. Sam decided that he wouldn't mention anything about Kelly coming over to the house and getting in an argument with Dean. And he especially wouldn't say anything about Dean driving off upset again.
Sam watched his dad get out of the truck and start walking towards the house. He threw open the bedroom door and went downstairs to greet him.
"There's one of them," John said when he saw Sam. "Where's your brother? I noticed the Impala isn't in the drive."
"I'm making him run some errands," Bobby said quickly. He threw Sam a look and Sam smiled nervously. Glad to know he and Bobby were on the same page. Don't let John know about Dean and Kelly.
"Errands?" John questioned.
"Boy was bored out of his mind so I made him take some things to a friend on the other side of town," Bobby continued. Sam said nothing. Bobby could do all the talking if he wanted to. John would probably know right away if Sam tried to cover for Dean anyway.
"Anyway, I'm here to talk a hunt through with you. Thought maybe the boys could help," John said, not even second guessing everything Bobby just told him. "You know a hunter named Wes Lockman?"
"Oh yeah, I know Wes," Bobby said.
"He reached out to me about helping him track a potential coven. Said last known location was somewhere in South Dakota but he wasn't exactly sure where."
"No covens around here that I know of. But if we are dealing with witches, they probably have a tracking spell in use. When was the last time he heard of them being here?"
"Month or two ago. He's been tracking them for the past year. First they were in Texas, then Maine, then here-"
"And now God knows where they are."
John nodded his head in agreement.
"And whatever tracking spell they're using is good if he has to search the whole ass state to find them."
"Why are they jumping around so much?" Sam asked suddenly. Both men forgot the kid was even still there.
"Maybe cause they know Wes is on their asses," John answered.
"Wes give any reason why he thinks it's a coven?" Bobby asked.
"Besides not being able to find exactly where they are? Not really. I guess some instances of bad luck but as far as he knows, no one's died or gotten seriously injured."
"I'll give him a call." Bobby offered. "Hopefully he's still in South Dakota and can swing by."
Hours passed. It was getting dark outside at this point. Dean turned down the dirt road and parked the car in front of Bobby's. He recognized the truck next to his spot.
Dean groaned and threw his head back against the seat. He was so not in the mood to deal with this now. He even forgot his dad was rolling through town.
Dean wondered if he could just say he wasn't feeling well and sneak away upstairs for the night, assuming his dad would be gone again bright and early in the morning.
Yup. That was the plan.
Dean turned the car off and very slowly made his way up the porch steps to the front door. He turned the key in the lock and went inside.
"Bout time you got back," Bobby said when Dean walked inside. He found Sam and Bobby sitting around the den area with books spread all over the place.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Dad was wondering where you were so Bobby told him he sent you on an errand," Sam explained.
"Why?" Dean snapped.
"To save your ass boy," Bobby responded, not happy with Dean's attitude. He walked over and shoved a book at Dean. "Here. We're reading up on witches."
"I'm actually not feeling too hot. I was just going to shower and go to bed."
"Are you drunk again?" Bobby asked.
"Again!?" John asked, horrified as he walked into the room. "Did I hear that right Singer?"
Bobby ignored him.
"I'm not drunk I swear. I just... have a headache."
All three of them stared at Dean.
"Fine then. Goodnight," Bobby said. Dean set the book down and turned around to go upstairs. John was right behind him.
"Dean, what's going on?" he asked.
"Nothing."
"I haven't seen you or your brother in weeks and I get here and you're avoiding me like the plague or something."
"I'm not."
"What errand could Bobby possibly send you on that takes you six hours to get done?"
Dean shrugged.
"I'm going to ask again Dean. And you're going to give me an answer. What the hell is going on?"
"You! Okay? I'm pissed at you!" Dean screamed. Maybe this would work instead to get his dad to leave him alone since he clearly didn't believe the headache thing.
"Excuse me?"
"You know, Sam and I have had one hell of a year here so far and you don't seem to care too much."
"You be careful what comes out your mouth."
"Do you even know what's going on with our lives? That Sam finally got beat up by those boys? And walked away with just a split lip and black eye? Or that I-"
Dean started to get choked up and couldn't talk anymore. John was pissed. He took a deep breath and ran his hand over his face to calm down before deciding what to tell him.
"You have the night off," he finally responded with a stern tone. "But tomorrow when Wes gets here, your ass is downstairs helping us find these fuckers and then you and Sam are coming along. If it's more Daddy time you two want, it's more Daddy time you two are gonna get."
And with that he stormed out of the bedroom.
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