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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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Shit.

Shit.

Dean tenses too. He's naked, Sam's naked... fuck, there' laying all over each other to boot. He couldn't even speak, but he was practically pleading in his head that Bobby didn't open the door or anything.

After an awkward moment, he finally found his voice enough to answer with a quick, "Be right there!"

And thank God that footsteps moving away from the room followed that. He wasn't coming in. Phew.

But fuck did that put a scare into him.

Sam slumps against his older brother, half in relief and half in sheer exhaustion after the flood of adrenaline. He can't believe that almost happened. That Bobby almost caught them practically in the act.

"Dean, we have to tell him," he murmurs.

It takes Dean a few moments longer to even get himself to relax. He squirms under Sam though, nudging at him. "Gotta get up."

Bobby needed to see him after all... hopefully not to ask him what the hell he was doing with his little brother.

"Dude, c'mon... you know how bad that'll turn out."

"He almost caught me blowing you, Dean," he hisses. "I'd rather tell him than have him find out that way. He'd be pissed."

"I know, okay? Jesus, you think I don't?" That would've been bad. No telling what Bobby would've done really. "What do you want me to say, Sam? I'm not gonna go out there and tell him right now."

"I just...." Sam sighs, shoulders rigid with tension. "We have to sit him down and tell him, Dean. Do you want the rest of our lives to be like this? Sneaking around and hiding things from the only person we have left?"

"I don't want to... you know I don't. It's just... this is different, Sam. I don't know how the hell he's going to react, you know?"

"Neither do I, Dean. But I do know how he's going to react if he finds out on his own after we've spent all this time lying to him. At least if we tell him there's a chance..." A chance Bobby won't hate them. Won't be disgusted and disown them.

Dean was up off the bed soon and went to slip back into his jeans and shirt. Dammit, he probably smelled like Sam and sex... this was not the way he wanted to head downstairs. "Yeah, well, we'll talk about it when I get back up, Sam. Get some clothes on."

Sam sighs deeply, sliding off the bed to tug his clothes back on. This isn't how he'd planned for his day to go, but they're caught between a rock and a hard place, here. They either sit Bobby down and talk to him, or risk him finding out on his own. It may be a lose-lose situation, but some chance is better than none.

"It'll be alright, Sam," he finally says after he's dressed, looking back over at him. He's still the older brother and he still feels the need to reassure him, especially in a situation like this.

"You can't promise that," he says softly. "But you should go. Bobby might come back up if you take too long." And he knows there's no mistaking the scent of the room.

"Sure I can. As long as we're together, we'll be alright, Sam." Way to always was, right? Him and Sam against the world.

It'd just suck if it meant they were without the guy who'd been a father figure to them both.

"Yeah, I know." He pauses to steal a quick kiss before he heads downstairs. Awkward because all he can think is Bobby's gonna see right through him, know just what he'd been up to upstairs.

"You're right," he concedes. Sam knows he can handle anything as long as Dean is by his side. When his brother disappears down the stairs, Sam ducks into the bathroom, attempting to flatten his hair into something resembling his normal style. It doesn't want to listen, and Sam gives up after a few minutes, heading down the stairs to find Dean and Bobby. His family.

Dean was needed outside apparently -- to help Bobby work on a car. It was always nice to be needed, not to work on a case, but to help Bobby out on something like this.

Despite any awkwardness, Dean was leaning down, looking under the hood and listening to Bobby tell him what they needed to work on. This let him work off some of that nervous energy anyway.

Bobby was standing off to the side, tools laid out and a beer in hand -- made sure to keep a couple off to the side for Sam and Dean too. When he heard the door opening up, he looked up and nodded at Sam.

"Gonna give us a hand?" Not that the kid was all that interested in cars, not like him and Dean, but he figured he'd learned enough over the years.

"Sure," he says, making his way over to the two of them. "What's the problem?" True, he doesn't know nearly enough about cars to be as useful as his brother, but Dean had taught him how to take care of the Impala well enough to know up from down.

He forces himself to relax. To be easy-going. More tension would only further Bobby's worry and suspicion.

"Bad alternator for starters. Think the heater core has a leak... might need replacing," Bobby answered, watching as Sam came over. There was still some tension going on, at least a little bit from Dean.

Bobby wasn't bringing it up right now though. "You been asleep, kid?"

With the way Sam's hair was still mussed, he figured so.

Dean tried to pretend he didn't hear Bobby's question. he just cleared his throat and tried to focus on his work under the hood. Dammit, he did not want to get into this...

Sam looks confused for a moment. He doesn't understand where that question came from. "No. Why?"

"Hair's messed up," Bobby answers, nodding towards him.

"Why don't you grab that wrench over there."

It's a miracle that his face doesn't flush at that. He's happy to turn his back on the older hunter, taking the walk to the toolbox and back to calm himself down. Again, another close call. They need to tell him before it's too late. He only hopes his brother feels the same.

Dean was too busy inspecting every damn thing under the hood like it was impressive, like he'd never seen it before. Anything to stop from looking back at Bobby.

Yeah, they needed to talk about this... and soon.

He gave a look back at Sam, frowning a moment before he turned his attention back. Shit.

"Gonna head in for a minute, Bobby." Weird, yeah, but he needed a moment. Just thinking about having this talk had him on edge.

Sam sighs softly at that, watching his brother retreat into the house. He doesn't want to force Dean into this conversation, but he knows they're running out of time, here. They'd already cut it too close.

"Hey, can we take a five? Dean and I....we have to talk to you."

Well, that sure as hell wasn't usual. Normally, getting Dean outside, working with his hands, was a surefire way to calm whatever was eating at him. At least keep his mind off it awhile.

Bobby's jaw tightened a moment as he watched him head back into the house and looked back at Sam.

"You two finally gonna tell me what's going on here?"

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