Dean sat there, blood
slowly seeping from the head wound, face covered with grease, and the green
eyes were wide open.
“Sammy?”
“I’m sorry
I didn’t call, Dean. I had a lot of
things I had to make right. I didn’t
want to talk to you at the time. I needed
to know I was making the decision because it was what I wanted to do.”
Dean got
to his feet and grabbed his brother.
“Are you
all right? Where did you go?”
“I’m
okay. I had to take care of the dog and
talk to Don, Amelia’s husband. I wanted
him to know I no longer loved her and I was out of her life.”
“Sammy,
she’s dead.”
“Yeah, but
he doesn’t know that. I don’t intend to
tell him the truth. Do you?”
“Where’s
the dog?”
The
younger Winchester grinned, “With Kevin and Mrs. Tran.”
Dean
stared in surprise, “Really?”
“Yeah, all
three are getting along just fine.”
Sam looked
at the work his brother had been doing, “Are you rebuilding Bobby’s?”
“Yeah. Garth
is doing his job, so I thought I’d have a place to work from. I don’t want to hunt every minute of the
day. I told Garth to let me know when he
had a hunt no one could handle or if he had no one available. Sheriff Rhodes has most of Bobby’s
books. I’m building the house over the
panic room.”
“Okay. Are you planning on running Bobby’s
business?”
“I’m
rebuilding the cars, Sammy. I hope to
sell them and make a little cash.
There’s some old classics back there.”
The
younger brother looked around him, thinking as he took in what Dean had done.
“I think
Winchester Brothers Salvage would work,” Sam suggested.
“Are you
serious?”
“Yeah, but
we keep the hunting skills honed.”
“Winchester
Brothers sounds fine to me,” Dean smiled.
Castiel
interrupted the reunion, “You will need a place to stay.”
“I found
an old travel trailer in the back. It’s
workable for now.”
Sam opened
his cell, “Hey, Garth. Dean and I are staying
as a team, so call if and when you need us.
Once the house is built, we’ll have Bobby’s books back.”
Sam
listened with a grin on his face.
“He says
he has them.”
“Bobby
told him about one of his stashes, Sammy.
We have copies of those and of everything he had. Bobby made sure there was enough to go
around if anything happened.”
“Let me
find a place where I can set up an office around here.”
The angel
left the two brothers working on the business and building a house. He knew they would still hunt, but for the
time being, they were rebuilding the only home and real relationship they ever knew.
Sam looked
at his brother. “Dean, I will probably
still get frustrated with the things you do, but I understand why you do them. I can cope with that. It’s part of being a family.“
“That
works for me, Sammy. There’s a room in
that old building over there. It could
be turned into an office. You’re going
to need some things for keeping records,” Dean said, smiling through the
grease. “Of course, you might want to get
all the grease off you.”
Sam began
to feel the old irritation, but he smiled, “If I’m going to work with a grease
monkey, I’ll end up being covered with it any way. He caught the Impala keys as Dean threw them
at him.
“Before I
go, I’ll get the first aid kit and fix your head.”
Dean sat
on the ice chest and smiled, happy for the first time in years. He sighed and leaned his injured head against
the side of the car.
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