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Bobby put down the newspaper, sliding one calloused hand down his tiered face. This case looked like a big one and god did Bobby not want to go in alone. He sighed deeply before picking up one of the many telephones that lined his kitchen wall, deftly avoiding the one with the bright letters saying 'FBI' in permanent marker. Wouldn't want to call John on that one. It would already be an awkward conversation, no need for John to think he was being hounded by the cops.

Bobby let out a breath of relief at the sound of the phone being picked up on the other side. He'd managed nothing short of a miracle- he'd reached John Winchester.

"Bobby Singer… the last time I saw you was past the barrel of your gun."

"Yeah, sorry about that." The older hunter rubbed his forehead in discomfort. "I got a case that we should probably check out. But this ain't the kind of Son of a bitch I'd like to face without back up. And I believe it might interest you. Are you guys near mine?"

"We're a state over. We'll be there as fast as we can."

"Thanks John, I mean it."

John grunted in response, seemingly less harsh in his responses. The line went dead.

Bobby went upstairs to sleep while he could. The last thing he needed was to yawn in John's face.

"God, I'll be able to see Dean again. That boy must be quite a man now."

And with that final, comforting thought, Bobby singer fell asleep.

He'd just finished making coffee when there was a knock on his door, to which Bobby placed his mug back down on the counter before going towards the porch. Upon opening the door, Bobby was met with green eyes and freckled cheeks a top a square and tall set of shoulders that were level with Bobby's chin.

"Hey Uncle Bobby." Dean's smile reached his eyes, a thing that didn't happen since Sam left. They hadn't heard from him for nearly 6 years now. He could only hope that the youngest Winchester was ok.

Bobby allowed himself to be held for a while in the young man's arms before pulling back to look him in the eyes. "Good to see you boy." he said with an affectionate smile. "How've you been holding up?"

Dean shrugged. "Great, yeah… Been on a few hunts by myself… but good." But not great without Sam. The ideas were left hanging behind Dean's words and Bobby couldn't help but feel sad again.

"It's great to be back here."

Bobby smiled. "Well I'm sorry kid but we'll be leaving as soon as I've gone through the info. Hello John."

The eldest Winchester now stood behind his eldest, his face stoic but his eyes expressing a sense of relief at being welcomed back to the Singer Salvage. "Shall we go inside?"

"Yes of course," Bobby motion for Dean to enter before adding "About last time, I'm sorry…"

"It's in the past, Bobby." John replied placing one of his giant hands on the older man shoulder. "I'd have chased me out at gun point too." They both chuckled at the thought before heading inside towards the study.

"So what's the deal Bobby?" asked Dean, his eyes skimming over the man's meticulous notes.

"… is my deal. Town has had little next to no supernatural activity but in the last year or so, It's risen quite a bit. The main thing being the amount of ghosts that a few psychics nearby have picked up on. They say it's almost like something is drawing them there."

"Like a beacon for spiritual identities?" said John to which Bobby nodded before picking up a sheet of paper and handing it over.

"But there has been one death and well this is why I wanted back up…"

They stared at the page, the signs clear as mud… electromagnetic storms, cattle deaths and a witness saying they'd seen smoke.

"Judging by the numbers, this is either a sudden gathering of lots of demons or it is one powerful son of a bitch. Maybe even both." said Dean. Bobby watched as both Winchesters' eyes widened with realisation.

"You think it's yellow eyes don't you?" asked Dean, his voice dropped to a whisper.

"I'm not promising but it bloody well might be and I don't want to go into this alone."