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I was born at night, but it wasn't last night

Two days.

Two days Sam and Dean had been crashing in the guest bedroom upstairs and it hadn't taken him an hour to realize there was a weird tension in the air. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he figured it was only a matter of time until it came to the surface. Stubborn idjits... every time he tried to ask about it, they'd try to brush it off like it was nothing.

Must've thought he was blind or something.

Not that he had time to be wasting on their feelings right now. There were people being picked off in a town up north from where they were and they needed to figure out what the hell was doing it. Bobby's money was on a water wraith, but you could never be too careful.

He sat at his desk, reading over a few texts he had spread out across it and only giving passing glances to where Sam sat, pouring over his own book. Dean had been sent off for a dinner and booze run... and as far as Bobby was concerned, he was taking too damn long.

"You find anything?"

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Dean washes his hair quickly -- not like it took him as long. Didn't have all that ridiculously long hair that Sam did. Once he was clean and rinsed off, Dean slipped out and grabbed a couple towels. Dean left one for Sam and dried himself off with the other.

He headed back into the bedroom and grabbed some clean clothes out of his bag to slip into.

Sam steps out, wrapping the spare towel around his waist. He heads out to his bag, rifling through to find something to throw on. "You should really dry out your hair," he murmurs. Sam has no chance with all the hair he's got, but if they don't want to scar Bobby for life, they probably shouldn't make it so obvious they showered together.

"Huh?" Dean pauses at that and reaches up to push a hand through it. It was stuff like that he didn't stop to think about too often really. He nods. Sam's right... he knows Bobby would have the decency to not mention it, but eh.

Better to not scar him anymore than they had.

"Be back in a second, Sammy." After getting his clothes back on, he heads into the bathroom to dry his hair quick. Not that it ever takes that long or anything.

Sam is dressed and ready when Dean rejoins him, bag full of hunter goodies over his shoulder. "This shouldn't take too long, then we can get back on the road. Get a few states over before we have to crash."

"Yeah, c'mon. Bobby's probably waiting." Since Sam had the supplies, he went to grab the door and headed out. Really, Bobby probably didn't need to be here... they'd handled plenty worse on their own, but Den was glad that he was.

Meant he could still stomach them at least.

Bobby's already waiting by the time they're out. He's leaning against the front of his car and nods at them. "Wondered if you two were takin' a nap or something."

He pushes away and makes his way towards the driver side. "Let's get goin'."

"That was my fault, Bobby. I needed a shower." And now he's really glad that Dean had died his hair. He hadn't even planned on drawing attention to their shower.

When the older man makes for his car, Sam walks around the Impala, slipping into the passenger seat.

Dean was definitely glad too and he didn't waste time slipping into the Impala, starting it to follow Bobby to the scene. He was looking forward to ending this and getting back on the road... and then maybe waiting a long while to come back and see Bobby.

As much as the idea of not seeing Bobby for a while upsets him, Sam knows it's for the best. Everything they told him needs time to sink in, and he and Dean need some time to themselves after being cooped up under Bobby's roof so long. Parting ways is the best for all of them.

It isn't much longer before they pull into the spot where they need to be and Dean kills the engine. He looks over at Sam once before he goes to slip out, grabbing for the bag with their supplies and tossing it over their shoulder.

"You ready, Sammy?"

"Yeah. Let's do this." Sam slips out of the car, sliding the demon knife and his gun into his waistband. Neither of them are any good against a wraith, but he feels better with them close at hand.

"Alright, keep your eyes open," Bobby mutters as they come closer. He shifts his weight a little bit, looking around.

"Shouldn't take us long to take care of this." Then again, you never knew when a case could turn complicated either, did you?

Sam pulls the zipper on the bag over Dean's shoulder, pulling out two of their silver knives. He hands one to his brother, then looks over at Bobby. "You need one? We have a few extra," he offers, though he's be surprised if Bobby needed one.

"You think I'm an idjit, boy? Got my own supplies." His tone isn't particularly harsh though. Actually, it's more relaxed now that they're back in familiar ground, something he knows how to deal with.

Sam nods, zipping the bag back up. He knew, of course, but it didn't hurt to ask. "Alright. Let's go."

((Ooc: Just wondering if you wanted to play out the whole hunt or skip to something else? Just wanted to make sure before I tagged you back with something you might not be into! :P))

[ooc: it's totally up to you! Their hunts tend to be pretty generic though; find the creature, creature gets the upper hand, someone almost dies, creature gets ganked, rinse and repeat. We can pretty much assume that would be the formula for this one as well.]

Well, the case was about as easy as they ever were. The wraith was killed in the end -- though Dean was sporting a few aches and pains from the fight. He'd live though and he was sure after popping a few painkillers, he wouldn't even be feeling it.

He was mostly just looking forward to going back to the motel room and catching a nap -- if Sam didn't want to drive on through.

God, he hoped Sam didn't want to drive on through. He would, but they'd spent all night practically tracking the damn thing.

Once they were back to where they parked their cars, he starts his way towards the Impala, only to be stopped when Bobby cleared his throat to catch their attention.

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Bobby's more than ready to get in his own car and get home -- he doesn't think he'll be stopping. But first, he's gotta say something... awkward as this is gonna be.

"Gonna assume you boys ain't going back with me."

Sam turns to look at Bobby, arm resting on the opened car door. "No, we're gonna crash and hit the road in the morning," he says, feeling a bit guilty.

He knows this is for the best. That he and Dean need time to themselves and Bobby needs time to deal with this. And Dean is gonna kill him for asking, but...

"We can stick around if you need us," he offers. He doesn't want to feel like he's leaving Bobby flat.

"It's fine, get goin'." He wasn't big into heart-to-hearts. He was there when they needed to talk, he was there when they needed him to do their research, but hugging it out's really never been his way.

But he gives a slight smile as he looks between the two of them. Dean's a mess and Sam's probably hoping he doesn't ask them to stay around. He knows it's not personal, not really. They could all use a break right now.

"Know the door's always open if you need it though."

Sam offers Bobby a soft smile. "I know, Bobby. Thanks." He slips into the Impala easily after that, guilt dissipating. He'd offered to stay, and Bobby didn't need them to. That was good enough for him.

Now what he needs most is a good night's sleep. Something he's sure he'll get now that he and Dean can share a bed again. They both sleep better with the other beside them.

Dean slipsinto the driver's seat after saying his own byes to Bobby -- at least they were getting a break and Bobby didn't seem ready to toss them out on their asses yet.

Dean could let himself relax some, get some sleep.

"Can't wait to get back to the room," he murmurs.

"It's not too far. Do you want me to drive?" He offers gently, hand finding one of Dean's. They're exhausted, both emotionally and physically, and a good night's sleep is exactly what the doctor ordered.

"I'm fine, Sammy." Well, he's sore as hell and exhausted in so many different ways, but none that he can't handle. He squeezes Sam's hand and draws him in closer.

"Come here."

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Decided to skip since we didn't have anything special planned!

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