The next morning, Bobby and I walk outside to check on Dean who has been working on his car pretty much since we got back.
We hear him grunting and groaning as he tries to pop the heavily dented roof back out with his legs.
"Come on, Baby!" He says in frustration.
"So, are you fixin' her or are you primal screamin?" Bobby asks.
This makes me laugh.
"Don't break yourself, Dean." I say.
Dean sighs and Bobby opens the driver's side door so Dean can slide out before handing him a beer.
"Thanks." He says after stretching. "How's Sam?"
"He's still under, but alive." Bobby says.
"Yeah? What about God part deux?" Dean asks, walking over to the picnic and picking up a ball-peen hammer.
"I got all kinds of feelers out. So far, diddly."
"And what exactly are you looking for?"
"Exactly. What? Miracles, mass visions, trench coat on a tortilla? I don't know what I'm looking for." Bobby shrugs.
Dean begins wiping oil residue off of the hammer with a red cloth.
"He'll surface."
"So, say we do suss out where New and Improved flew off too." Bobby says.
"Yeah?"
"The hell we plan to do about it?"
"I was thinking the same thing. Angel blades don't work. We need something stronger." I say.
"Well, I don't know. I got no more clues than you do." Dean says, starting to walk back to his car.
"We don't even know what books to hit for this, Dean." Bobby replies.
"Well, figure it out!" Dean yells.
There's a beat.
"Alright, look, Mr. Pissy Pants, I get it that you're stressed about the situation right now, but we are too. So don't take it out on us." I say, slightly offended.
More offended that he would speak to Bobby that way than anything.
Dean sighs.
"You're right. I'm sorry." He shakes his head.
I'm slightly taken aback that I called him out on his BS and he actually took into consideration what I was saying.
"This ain't in no book. If you stick your neck out, Cas steps on it."
Bobby nods.
"So, you know what I'm gonna do?"
"What?" Bobby asks.
"I'm gonna fix this car." He says, pointing at it. "Because that's what I can do. I can work on her 'til she's mint. And when Sam wakes up, no matter which shape he's in, we glue him back together too. We owe him that."
"We're with ya." Bobby says.
Dean gets back where he was earlier, laying on his back in the front seat, and begins hitting the roof with the hammer.
We leave Dean to his work and head back inside.
"I'm gonna head to my room and re-reread the spell Crowley gave me. Have you seen my laptop?" I ask Bobby.
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Blood Ties: The Winchester Legacy
FanfictionHarley Connor has been on the journey of avenging her mother's death for years, when she meets someone that she swore to herself she would never trust; Her father. And the apple did not fall far. The Winchester brothers are hunting any other nest of...
