likely_evil | He's got eyes that sing to me... remind me of childhood melodies...

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He's got eyes that sing to me... remind me of childhood melodies...

Just for Bobby at the moment... others to join later...

They were in North Dakota according to the map that Alec and Dean had been looking at. There was something in the back of Sam's mind that found the town familiar. Little fireflies in his mind, wanting to guide him again.

Why were there fireflies in his mind? He always saw freflies, no matter where they went.

He had sat in the Impala after Dean and Alec went to bed because he was trying to figure this out when one big firefly came by the window, beckoning him to follow it. So he did, walking along the fields quickly as he tried to catch it.

When he was able to catch them, he remembered things. But the things he remembered with them would always fly away again. Out of his mind and into the wind. Not like the memories that Dean gave him.

He had a few now. Memory of a tape measure. Of a necklace. Small things and they were always of him as a kid. There were no adult memories. And Sam wondered why.

Soon, the firefly led him along the path to a junkyard. Sam could see all the magic here, trendils that wove a web in a white light. He was careful as he walked, not wanting to touch a single strand of it until he got to the door where the firefly had landed.

Sam tilted his head, reaching for the insect and wrapping his fingers around it roughly. Which on the other side of the door would sound like someone had knocked.

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The kid Sam had possessed didn't look completely like Sam, but the fun offshoot of Sam's uncontrolled psychich powers - that he didn't know he had - was that he could project himself to look more like Sam to those who didn't guard from that kind of thing.

The firefly in his hand disappeared as Sam tilted his head, his eyes confused as he searched for the memories that should be coming to him but didn't.

But there was a name in the back of his head. "Bobby?" he asked in that Sam Winchester I'm lost and need help way.

Bobby's eyes narrowed. He got the sense he should know the kid, but he wasn't exactly listening to it in the moment.

"Yeah? What do you want?"

There was a small smile, like a child who had discovered something new. "It's me. Sam."

Bobby stared more, really looking the boy over. Trying to see...

"Sam.." he said softly. The rifle slowly moved down to his side.

Now that he told Bobby who he was, he didn't know what else to say. He just looked around, trying to remember the place.

He looked down and saw the salt line. Then he looked back at Bobby. "Can I... come in?"

Bobby still wasn't sure what was going on. He glanced around for Dean, but nodded and stepped back to welcome Sam in. He didn't quite understand yet what form Sam was there before him in.

Sam looked down at the salt line again, then at Bobby.

He didn't know. But he had to. Sam blinked, and his eyes went to black. "You have to let me in," Sam said, his voice still soft.

"Oh, Sammy," he sighed. He considered it a moment longer, before moving his foot forward to open up the line to Sam. "Hurry the hell up and come in." His eyes shot around the outside of his house again.

Sam came in, his eyes blinking back to normal. he didn't like looking out of the black eyes. The world didn't look right that way.

He made his way into the living room, not going into the study because he knew the devil's trap was there and he didn't want to get caught in it. He didn't think he would like it that much. His fingers absently reached out to touch the books. "It's been... awhile."

Bobby slowly followed Sam. He nodded. "It has...what happened Sam? Your brother do something?"

Sam turned and looked at Bobby. "I died." It was a very simple answer, and Sam looked at Bobby curiously, not sure about how Bobby wouldn't know that.

Because that was how demons were born. From dead people.

He nodded. "I know. How'd he bring you back?"

"Didn't." Sam turned away, looking for a book. There was a book that would explain it.

There. His fingers took it and now he walked quickly with purpose, putting the book on the table and opening it up. He flipped to the page with the devils gate information on it and pointed to it. "Dad."

Which is Sam's way of saying that when the Devil's Gate opened up, John Winchester grabbed Sam out of his meat chain in Hell and got him back onto Earth.

Bobby's rough palm rubbed his beard as he looked the page over. He sighed and looked at Sam. "An' how ya feelin'?"

Sam thought for a moment. Feel? How did he feel... he wasn't sure how it felt. He was just... there. No pain - except for the bad dreams - but there wasn't anything else. He was just there.

Finally he shrugged. "Don't know."

Bobby sighed and just watched Sam. "Where's Dean?" He asked after awhile.

"Sleeping." Sam replied. "With Alec."

Because they were in the same room.

Bobby's brows jumped up at that. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out so he closed it. He sighed yet again. "Right. Wait here."

He moved across the room and went to pick up his phone. He punched Dean's number into the phone, none too pleased. He wasn't sure what was going on, and he really didn't like not knowing these things. And he was ready to tell Dean so.

Dean, on the other hand, was panicking. He didn't know where Sam was. That hadn't been a good sign when he was alive, and it certainly wasn't good now that he was a demon. So he and Alec were out looking, heading through the town to see if anyone had seen him -- the kid was a giant, he wasn't exactly hard to miss -- but so far they were coming up empty.

And then his phone started ringing.

Praying that it was his brother, and he hadn't done any damage, if at all. Placing the phone to his ear, he ran a hand over his eyes as he spoke, trying not to jump to conclusions.

"Yeah?"

"You gotta helluva lot explainin' ta do, boy."

Dean blinked slightly at the sound of Bobby's voice, before he sighed with relief, leaning back against the counter of the diner he was standing in. His answer wasn't going to be what Bobby wanted to hear most likely, but it was the first thing that came to Dean's mind.

"Oh, thank God -- you have Sam."

"Yea, Dean. I got Sam. Sam who last I knew was dead. Sam who's now a demon. How long were you gonna go on and not tell me? Are you a damned idjit?"

"Well, how exactly did you expect me to do that, Bobby?" Dean said, sighing heavily as he sat down of the stool. "I'm still kind of dealing with it myself -- what did you expect me to do? Pick up the phone and go 'Hey, Bobby, guess what? Sam's back as a baby demon!'"

Bobby would have called him crazy and said to stop screwing with him. Dean was starting to wonder when the universe was going to do the same.

"Hell I dunno, Dean. You coulda told me somethin'."

"I was going to, as soon as I figured this out," Dean replied. "He just -- he's not himself yet. And I didn't want to spring him on you like this until I figured things out."

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