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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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"Yeah," he says, heading over to his own bag to stuff his clothes back into it. They'd been planning on doing that anyway, but now it's for a completely different reason.

He looks back to make sure they're in the clear before he reaches out to rest a hand on the back of Sam's neck, squeezing lightly. "Told you... it'll be okay."

Sam manages a weak smile for his older brother, comforted by the gentle touch. "I know," he murmurs. "Let's kill this thing and get out of here, huh?"

"Yeah... yeah, alright." He smiled a little in response and leaned in to press a light kiss to the side of Sam's face -- not quite daring to kiss him on the lips right now.

Sam savors the small touch, knowing it'll likely be the last of its kind until he and Dean are on the road and miles away from Bobby. He slings his bag over his shoulder, then casts a quick glance around the room to make sure he's gotten everything.

"Ready when you are."

He grabbed his own bag and headed towards the stairs. Time to get this taken care of and get out of Bobby's hair awhile.

He just hoped that, after they left and Bobby had time to think on things, things didn't go south again.

Sam follows his brother downstairs and back into the study, trying to switch his brain into hunter mode. Emotions needed to take a back burner until the wraith was dealt with.

Bobby looks up when he hears the footsteps and gets to his feet. "You girls finish prettying up now?"

It's light, the closest thing to a joke he can get himself to make. He doesn't even want to know what was going on up in that room, what was taking so long.

"That was my fault," he says. "Couldn't find some of my stuff." It's a completely harmless retort with nothing to be read into it, which is what he's sure Bobby needs right now.

"Where are we starting?"

"We got a couple hours drive ahead of us... so we do that first, then we go look at where all these people died. See what we can figure out though I already got a clue what we'll find."

"Alright," he says, toying with the strap on his bag. "We'll follow you." No point in piling into the same car when he and Dean were going to leave after the hunt.

He nods. There'll be time for heart to hearts later... right now, feelings ain't going to cut it. Those need to be put on the back burner.

Dean follows Sam and Bobby out, tossing his bag in the back before getting in the driver's seat.

Part of him's just looking forward to getting this over with already, getting back on the road.

Sam throws his own bag into the trunk before sliding into the front of the car beside his brother. This is familiar. Comfortable. This he can handle.

Dean can handle this anyway. He settles in the driver seat and follows behind Bobby, focusing on the road as he cranks up the stereo. "Good to be back out, huh?"

"Yeah," he agrees. There's still the painful bite of fear sitting at the base of his spine, but he's ignoring it. Bobby is all he and Dean have. But he's hoping that since he and Dean are all Bobby have, his initial decision will hold.

Dean's worried, but for now, he's pushing it back. He quiets down for now and just drives, idly humming along with the stereo in an attempt keep himself calm.

It'll be easier on the hunt, he thinks. But for now? They had a drive ahead of them.

Sam leans his head against the window, eyes slipping closed. He should probably rest, but worry is a tight knot in his stomach. He won't be able to sleep.

"I'll wake you up when we get there." Sam probably should rest. Get some sleep in while he can since that probably wouldn't be possible when they started this job... Bobby seemed pretty gung-ho about getting right to work.

"Thanks," he murmurs. Part of him wishes he was still small enough to curl into the ball he'd used to as a child. It had always been easier to sleep like that.

"No problem, Sammy." He reached over to turn the radio down some to let Sam sleep easier and just settled in to follow Bobby. He knew where he was going and Dean was content to just go along, get this case out of the way.

He'd wake up Sam when they got to whatever roach motel they were grabbing a room at tonight.

Sam sighs softly, trying to clear his mind so he can sleep. He barely realizes it's working before he's drifting off. His body must have been more tired than he thought.

Bobby led them to some old motel and Dean parked the Impala next to his, killing the engine. Bobby called out that he'd get the rooms if they'd unload so Dean shifted a little, reaching over to give his brother a shake.

"C'mon, rise and shine, Sammy."

Sam wakes easily under the gentle shake, sitting up in the seat with a yawn. "We're here?" he asks, rubbing at his eyes.

"Yeah, Bobby's grabbing us some rooms... help me unload all this crap so we can get to work, alright?" He smiles a little bit.

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