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familiar faces (bloodnbadthings

Sam hadn't been out this way in a long time. Under other circumstances, he might have been looking forward to seeing Bobby again, but that was before he started traveling with something they normally be more inclined to hunt than buddy up with. This wasn't just any vampire though, this was Dean, and hopefully... hopefully Bobby would get that. At least hopefully not try to stake him on sight.

Either way, they were at the end of what they could do on their own. Eric had given them a place to really start from, but Bobby was definitely the guy who could lead them in the right direction when it came to tracking down and killing the demon. Dad wasn't going to help them and Sam wasn't going to call begging him for it... that really would put Dean in danger. Last time they met, he looked about ready to stake Dean if he hadn't been there.

Fidgeting a little in his seat, Sam found himself feeling over his neck again, checking it in the mirror for the hundredth time. He knew he didn't have any visible marks. They couldn't risk that one again with another hunter, even if it was Bobby. He just couldn't help the nagging worry that he'd know anyway, somehow, that Dean fed on him. Hell, that he fed on Dean.

Even if Sam had been trying to lay off the blood for this visit. No way was he showing up strung out on vampire blood either... even if he'd been almost tempted to ask for it. Something to ease up his nerves. Not a smart move though.

When they made the turn into Bobby's, he gave Dean a look over. "So, you ready for this?"

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"As ready as I'll ever be." Dean would have loved to see Bobby again under different circumstances. Hell, Bobby was the last person to speak to Dean while he was still 'alive'. Seeing him now was probably going to be beyond awkward.

Sam needed answers, though. Dean could feel his frustration and need for revenge crystal clear over their bond every time Sam thought about Jessica. Dean wasn't so sure that going up against a demon was the wisest course of action, but for Sam, he'd do a lot of crazy things.

Dean drove up the driveway to Bobby's house and parked in their customary spot. They hadn't told Bobby they were coming, but the old hunter always sort of had a sixth sense about these things, so Dean figured he knew somehow. He looked over at Sam.

"I'll wait out here." Bobby wouldn't hurt Sam for anything, but Dean wasn't so sure Bobby wouldn't stake him just to be safe. Until they determined how Bobby was going to handle it, it was probably better if Dean didn't approach the house.

"Yeah, okay." He gave Dean's shoulder a brief, reassuring pat before he went to slide out of the car. He wasn't worried about Bobby hurting him... maybe being pissed or upset with him, disappointed or something. It still didn't make it any less daunting to go up to the house and give the door a knock though.

He shifted from foot to foot while he waited, looking down at his feet absently. Hopefully he'd answer the door.

And hopefully, his first instinct wouldn't be to murder Dean when he found out -- if he hadn't already heard from Dad or somebody what was going on.

The rumble of the Impala's engine was not as familiar a sound as it once was. Even so, Bobby couldn't mistake it for anything else. It'd been more than a year since he'd heard it. Not since Dean was killed and John handed the keys over to Sam.

And since he couldn't think of why Sam would suddenly show up at his doorstep without calling first, he was a little on edge. He opened the door to the boy and peered out. "Sam. Good to see ya."

Despite any dread, he had to smile a little at the familiar sight of the man. Hadn't seen him since he went to Stanford... and if he were being honest, Bobby was one of very few things he'd missed after getting out of the life.

"Hey, Bobby. Good to see you too." He shifted his weight a little bit, gave a look back towards the Impala absently before he looked back.

"Do you think I could come in for awhile?"

"Sure. Long as you don't mind a few of the usual precautions." He loved John Winchester's boy, but nobody was getting the chance to kill him in his own house. Never could be too careful.

He stepped aside and let Sam walk in. Walking in was the first test. Between the wards and protective symbols around the front door, if there was anything hitchhiking in Sam, that'd be the first indication.

He didn't expect any less really. He nodded and stepped inside without any trouble. Figured silver or holy water would be next and that was just fine. He didn't have anything to hide from Bobby.

Well, unless you count some of the stuff he did with Dean, but that wasn't really his business.

"Sorry for dropping in like this, but I, uh... I'm tracking something big, Bobby, and I don't know who else to turn to. You're all I got. I think Dad's making sure no one else even thinks about giving me any information." And he wasn't about to return Sam's calls either.

Silver and holy water were next, yes. Once he was satisfied that Sam was Sam, Bobby led him into the study and he sat down behind his desk. "So, what kind of big thing are you tracking? Thought you were out of the game?"

Of course, he knew about Sam's girl, but he'd been kind of hoping Sam would stay out of the life anyway. No such luck there, apparently. Boy had too much of his daddy in him.

Bobby followed inside after he passed all Bobby's tests apparently. He frowned a little at the question, looking down. He had no idea just how much Bobby knew, but... "That was before something killed my girlfriend, Bobby. She burned on the ceiling... just like Mom. I learned from one of my sources that it's probably a demon."

He wished he hadn't had to get back in the game, but there was no getting out until all this was taken care of... then maybe he could focus on something else. "I need whatever you can give me on them. What to look for, how to take care of them... anything."

A source, huh? Bobby shook his head a little, resting his elbows on the desk and observing Sam thoughtfully. "Demons aren't fun to tangle with, son. I speak from experience. I'll see what I can dig up for you, though."

Not that he figured that would stop a Winchester. Stubborn to the bone, that family. And speaking of stubborn... "Been hearing a strange rumor these days. Seems there's a hunter out there running around with a vampire companion. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

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