Dean sighed when Sam told him he couldn’t stay, knowing that it was going to be a long drive with his dad, until Sam inevitably came back to them.  He had never been on his own.  He wouldn’t make it on his own.  But as Sam became even more heated, and shoved their dad off of him, Dean narrowed his eyes, intrigued.

“Sam what are you…”, he started, as it dawned on him what Sam was saying.  He caught the necklace, holding up in his hand.  It was Mika’s.  Kenzi was Mika…

“Sam wait!  Stop!”, he screamed in the darkness, attempting to run after him, before John’s hand came to his shoulder, holding him back.

“Let him go.”

“Get off me.  You know…he might be right.  I think I’m gonna go spend some time at Bobby’s.”, Dean snapped, staring John down.  He had tears in his eyes, “You need to figure out how to live with yourself…if something happens to Sammy.”

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Somewhere along the road, Dean hitched a ride to Sioux Falls.  It wasn’t as if they were far, anyway.  He stared out the window the entire way, thinking over what Sam had said.  This wasn’t just a hunch.  This was something he had thought about as well, and now…well…now he wanted answers.

If there was anyone who had answers, it was Bobby Singer.  As he dropped to his feet out of the truck, he grabbed his bag, the necklace clutched in the other hand.  Carefully, he walked up the way through the junkyard, reaching Bobby’s door.  He pressed the doorbell, and took a deep breath.