Bobby shook his head, “John doesn’t really want Dean to know.  He’s going after this on his own.  He said if he doesn’t come back, to follow his bread crumbs to get the Impala, and to let Dean down easy.  Of course that falls on me…”

He sighed, and started writing a spell down on a piece of paper as the phone rang.  The thought of having to pick up Dean’s pieces, again, had Bobby a little on edge, explaining why he was so hard on him earlier.  He sat his pencil down harshly and turned around, grabbing the ATF phone, “Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, this is agent Steele…”

Dean grunted loudly as he pulled on a wrench, his foot against the frame of the car and his face scrunched up, “C’mon on, you bastard…”

As the wrench came loose, he stumbled backward into the work bench with a yelp and a groan.  As he stood up, he briefly caught a glimpse of a piece of paper sticking out of the locked drawer, where he kept the parts specifically for his dad’s Impala, should they ever need anything.  The only two people who had a key to the drawer were Dean and Bobby, so Bobby could throw the odd part into it if he scrapped a car.

He narrowed his eyes, pulling his keys out of his pocket, thankful they were still there after his pants were thrown around the bedroom.  He flipped to the key to the drawer and quickly opened it, seeing that the piece of paper was actually an envelope, with his name scrolled across the front.
Pulling the envelope out of the drawer, Dean ripped it open, shaking the contents into his hand.  A set of keys, and a note.

He didn’t recognize the keys at first, being two plain GM keys on a keyring that held a silver bullet.  He stared at them, before turning his attention to the note.

[center][i] Dean,
If you’re reading this, I’m probably dead.  
I’ll be leaving the Impala at 2228 County Road 128 in Lawrence.
Take care of her for me, and tell Bobby I’m sorry.

I love you, son.
(signature) John Winchester[/i][/center]

Looking up from the note with wide eyes, he turned his gaze to the keys and back to the note, as Bobby’s worst fear at the moment came true.  He sprinted back to the door of the kitchen, and through the living room, holding the note in his hand as he looked at Bobby.

“Did you know about this?”, he asked, holding the Impala keys up in front of Bobby’s face.  Bobby sighed, and nodded, but held his hands up.

“You weren’t supposed to find that.  It’s more of a contingency plan, for if you dad doesn’t come back from a hunt.”, Bobby explained, looking Dean in the eyes as he hung up the phone from his call.

“So he’s okay?”, Dean asked, with a partially relieved sigh, when Bobby nodded, “Well what is he doing that he thinks he’s going to suddenly die?!”

“Hunting a demon…well, demons.  He has plenty of help and he didn’t want you involved.  So, I promised him that if you came back to me, I would keep you.”, Bobby explained causing Dean to hang his head, an angry smile on his face as he turned and stormed back through the kitchen, “Dammit John.”

“Perfect.  Just PERFECT!”, Dean yelled as he reached the garage and slammed the back door.