Dean pushed the door open and they walked into Bobby's yard. Younger-Dean was pacing on the porch. His fist clenched tightly around his bag. His other hand in his mouth. He spit every so often showing he was biting his nails.

Finally, he seemed to realize something and banged on the door. He began shuffling from one foot to the other. Patients never being Dean's strong suit he gave up and was about to walk away when the door opened to Bobby.

"Hey, Dean. Where's your daddy?" Bobby asked looking around and behind Dean.

"Back in New Mexico," Dean said not meeting Bobby's eyes.

"How did you get all the way up here then?" Bobby asked and they all followed Bobby into the house. Dean hesitated a moment before dropping his bag.

"I walked." He said still not looking at Bobby.

"You walked!? All the way!?" Bobby all but shouted in surprise.

"I didn't have enough money for the bus and hitchhiking only brought me so far. I refused to steal a car cause Dad could track it, so I just walked." Dean said with a shrug.

"What did you do for sleep!? For food!?" Bobby cried rushing into the kitchen to make Dean a sandwich.

"I had a few dollars here and there. Hustled some pool. Earned enough to get a bed and a meal. Growing up with limited funds for two people for longer then dad thought had really turned me into a penny pincher." Dean said with a chuckle.

"Speaking of your Daddy. He called. Asking if you were here." Bobby said setting a simple PB&J in front of Dean who smiled and took a big happy bit of it. "I course told him I hadn't seen you since he dragged you off. That was 3 months ago Dean."

"He still looking for me?" Dean asked suddenly the sandwich became harder to swallow.

"He's looking. Got any hunter who will look out looking to. He's worried sick about you boy." Bobby said concerned.

"Pursh. He just worried no one will be researching for him anymore. Now he has to do it all himself." Dean said angrily.

"I'm not so sure son. He sounded panicked. Ain't never seen John Winchester panic. Never that panicked at least. He sounded like if the Yellow-eyed demon was standing in front of him he would push past it if it meant seeing you again." Bobby said.

"I doubt it," Dean said shaking his head.

"He stopped hunting to look for you, Dean," Bobby said. "Showed up here a few times actually. Hoping you would come here for your car."

"Well, I am here for her. She's still here right?" Dean asked fear entering his being.

"Ya. She's in the back. I take her out once a month. Give her a tune up, clean her up. Make sure she's not collecting dust." Bobby said nodding.

Dean let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Bobby," Dean said finishing his sandwich. That's when the phone rang.

Bobby reached out and picked it up. "Singer Salvage yard." He answered then stopped and pressed the speaker button and told Dean to be quite.

"Bobby!" It was John. Dean could hear the panic in his voice. Hell Sam could hear it. "Have you heard anything?"

"No. I haven't seen or heard anything." Bobby said shaking his head.

"Dammit! Where the hell is he!?" John shouted angrily and by the sound of it was slamming the steering wheel.

"I don't know John," Bobby said with a shrug.

"Anyway, I am heading to Stanford. I really don't want to bother Sam but if Dean made his way their Sam is probably keeping him on the down low. Making his brother invisible and protecting him. I am going to see if he's there." John said and the gunning of the truck was hard as he seemed to speed up.

Bobby looked at Dean with a raised eyebrow. Dean sighed to faintly Bobby seemed to be the only one to hear it.

"Dad," Dean said quietly but John heard him. The squeal of breaks in the background echoed out of the phone.

"Dean! Are you at Bobby's!? Why didn't you call!? Are you alright!?" John shouted panic no longer in his voice now it was replaced with worry.

"I'm at Bobby's he said to keep quiet. I didn't want you going to bother Sammy. And I'm fine." Dean said with a small smile.

"I am a few hours out! Stay right where you are!" John cried.

"Do I have to stay right where I am? Can I work on my car and go to the bathroom while I wait at least?" Dean asked that faint cocky humor in his voice making John laugh. A nice hearty laugh that Sam actually missed.

"Ya. Dean you don't have to stay in one spot. Just stay at Bobby's alright?" John said.

"Alright," Dean said in agreement. And the phone went dead.

"Told you he was worried," Bobby said with a smile.

A few hours past and they kept following younger Dean around. Cass watched him fix the Impala and the older Dean muttered answers when Cass was confused about something. When John's truck finally pulled up and John was out of it in seconds.

"Dean!" He cried running to Dean. Dean was scared but when John wrapped his arms around him, he claimed and hugged John back. "Don't ever do that again! I already lost one of my boys I can't lose you either alright?"

"Alright, Dad." Dean nodded with a smile.

"Look I am sorry the way I have been treating you since Sam left. It wasn't right and I am sorry. I was so scared to loose you that I didn't know how to keep you safe so I just trapped you. I have a hunt lined up for us. Just to get you back into the swing of things then I want you to go on your own hunts alright?" John said and Dean's face light up like Christmas and he was watching Sam opening his gifts.

"Oh yes! That would be awesome!" Dean cried happily but one look from John and he stopped. "Right yes. That's cool." He said passing it off as a spur of the moment.

"Come on. Let's go see Bobby. We can stay the night and then I want her back up and running." John said looking at Baby.

"She's ready and willing," Dean said nodding happily.

"Good," John replied.

"That was nice," Cass said as they watched them walk into the house.

"Thought he was going to kill you." Sam joked.

"So did I. Had to change my pants after this," Dean said with a small embarrassed grin.

"Really?" Sam asked.

"Ya. Not one of my proudest moments I can tell ya that." Dean said.

The time changed this time to another motel. The impala parked outside but no truck. Younger Dean was stepping out of his room and was carrying a note.

"What the hell old man?" He cries as he tossing his bag into the trunk. "Go on a hunt all by yourself and you get distracted? Couldn't call me?" Dean growled as they got into the car with him.

They passed a sign that said they were leaving Louisiana. Sam gave it a confused look.

Younger-Dean took out his phone and dialed a number. "Hey, Caleb! I need an address." Before pausing. "Sam Winchester. Law Student at Stanford. I don't know if he's still on campus or what but I need an address…..No, I am heading to Cali now. Gonna take a few hours to even enter the state but give me a ring when you find it alright?...Thanks."

"Stupid kid," Dean muttered and turned up the radio. Older Sam groaned. Older Dean smiled. Cass just watched the landscape go by.

"You're going to get me aren't you?" Sam asked Dean.

"Ya. Trust me this wasn't my first intention. I looking for our dad for almost a week. But you know Dad. He don't want to be found, I wasn't going to find him. And plus like I said I knew he had been in Cali anyway." Dean said. Just as younger Dean's phone rang again.

"Caleb! Where am I going?" He asked. And nodded. "Thanks, man. Owe ya one."

Younger-Dean had been right it did take a few hours. And they sat right there with him. "I always wondered how you found me."

"Well, I know people even without you or Dad around," Dean said.

Finally, they made it to where younger Sam had been living. It was getting dark and they watched his younger self-close blinds to his apartment.

Younger-Dean removed the keys and just sat there. Watching. Waiting.

"What were you waiting for?" Cass asked.

"I was nervous. I hadn't seen Sam in almost 4 years." Dean said as it just got darker and darker. Finally, Younger-Dean took a deep breath and got out. They followed and saw him scale the fire escape into the apartment and get in.

"You scared the living shit out me when you came into my apartment you know," Sam said.

"I know. It was great." Dean chuckled.

Suddenly the world went white.

Sam was thrown and landed back in his body. Jolting up he looked around Cass was in the same position as he was. Totally confused and looking around. They looked to Dean who wasn't moving.

"Dean!" Sam cried running to his brother's side. Nothing. He shook his brother. "Come on you dumbass get up!"

Cass touched his forehead and waited a moment. "He's alive. Give him a moment," Cass said trying to calm Sam down.

"We just did all that and he's not awake yet!?" Sam yelled angrily only to be slapped in the face.

"You are the nosiest bitch in the world," Dean said as he sat up with a groan rubbing his neck.

"Dean!" Sam plowed into his brother with a hug. Cass smiled and hugged Dean when Sam moved back.

"What is the last thing you remember?" Cass asked moving away.

"You two crawling around in my memories. By the way, never do that again." Dean said ripping the IV out of his arm and standing.

"You were dying!" Sam cried trying to defend himself.

"I don't care. Don't ever go in my head again." He said. "I think I'm going to go for a drive."

"Dean-" Cass set his hand on Sam's shoulder.

"He will be fine. The spell didn't hurt him. Just brought up memories he didn't want to deal with again." Cass said.

"Alright if you say so," Sam said.

From that day on Sam understood his brother just a little bit more. And he no longer pestered Dean over things like calling the bunker a home or seeming to care for the car more at times. He just let his brother be his brother.