[b] PRESENT DAY[/b]

Dean had reluctantly gone to help his dad with a hunt, considering that no other hunters wanted to touch John with a ten foot pole.  They had turned him down almost instantly, and so he turned straight to Dean, who he saw as being lazy, and reckless by staying away.  He savored every phone call he got from Mika, the texts, the photos, all of it, and tried his best to get the job overwith as quickly as he could.

However, the job ended up being a long one.  It turned into multiple cases, in what Dean didn’t realize was John keeping him busy.  As he packed his things in the small hotel room he shared with John, his voice rang out, causing Dean to flinch.

“Going somewhere?”, John asked, tossing the Impala keys on the table beside him.  Dean shrugged his shoulders, continuing to roll up his clothes and toss them in his military duffel.  John didn’t move from his place at the door, and didn’t say anything, which meant he was going to put up a fight.

“I wanted to go check in on Bobby for a few days.  Just a few days…”, Dean muttered, throwing his old flask in his bag and zipping it up.

“And you’re just going to run out on a job?  Dean…”

“Look.  I’ve done everything you ask.  I never tell you no.  I never do anything for myself.  I’m asking for the weekend, dad.  Just the weekend.  I’ll call you.”, he explained, throwing the bag over his shoulder and stepping up to the door, which John blocked.
“If I find out…that you’re with that girl, we’re done.  Do you hear me?  You want to be like your brother, and walk out on this family…fine.  But be a man and tell me.  Don’t lie.”, John snapped, his teeth gritted as he talked about Sam.  Dean narrowed his eyes in a glimmer of anger, which caused John to sigh, “Don’t lie to me.”

“Move.  Dad move!  I’ll be back.”, Dean almost growled at John, stepping around him with a shove and walking out the door.

—-

A stranger dropped him off, just down the road from Bobby’s junkyard.  He didn’t want to go against Bobby’s wishes, and have anyone pull into the drive, in case he was being followed by something he had hunted.  As he walked down the long gravel driveway, his heart fluttered a bit.  He felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders, and he was back in his teen years, excited to see the familiar face he had missed.

Stepping around the side of the garage, where he figured he would find Bobby, he saw a familiar set of legs out to the side of the Impala hood and smirked, stopping his stride to simply watch her move.  After a few moments of staring, he smirked a bit wider and called out to her, “Need a hand?”