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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"Uh, hell yes I want to come along." He glared at the counter. How long could it take to get the phone? Seriously? "Just 'cause Bobby didn't seem to like me much doesn't mean I don''t want to check up on Sam. I'll Meet you at the motel. Shouldn't take me long to get back."

"I'll be there," he said with a nod, before hanging up his phone, grabbing the coffee, and heading back to the motel. As soon as he got there he started to grab his things together, stuffing them into bags and getting ready to load them into the car.

Alec arived only a couple of minutes later. He often assumed that speed limits were more suggesions thatn rules. Sam's new phone was in his jacket pocket. He stopped the bike next to the Impala and headed for the motel room.

Dean nodded to him as he walked in, getting ready to load the last of his bags into the Impala. "I'm ready to go when you are."

He tosses his own stuff into his bag quickly. It rankled against his tendancy to be orderly, but this wasn' tthe time or place. "Let's bounce."

Dean nodded before sliding into the driver's seat of the Impala and starting the car, waiting for Alec to toss his stuff in the car.

Alec put his bag in the back seat and closed the door. After that he got on his bike and pulled out of the parking lot behind the Impala.

The drive wasn't a long one -- Bobby's was really only a couple hours from where they were, so it wasn't long before Dean was pulling up in front of the salvage yard and parking the Impala as close as he could to the house.

Sam was still sitting on the porch with Bobby, but his eyes had lifted when he heard the Impala. Long before he saw it. The purr of the engine called to him like a siren song.

"Dean."

Alec pulled th bike up next to the Impala and cut the engine. He looked at Sam for a minute and then shook his head a little, utterly bemused. All that panic and here Sam was, just chillin' at Bobby's. He took his driving glasses off and folded them into his jacket pocket. "How, exactly, did you make it here?" He wasn't angry. Just curious.

(Sooooo sorry. Vacation = lost tags. Didn't know we were waiting on me.)

Bobby nodded at Sam's remark when he spotted the car. He watched both men step from the car and stood up. "I was wonderin' the same thing," he said.

"Bobby, I can explain -- " Well, no, he really couldn't but that seemed to be the thing to say at the moment. Instead he took a deep breath and turned to Sam.

"Next time you take a trip down memory lane, Sammy? Leave a note or something?"

"I didn't know I was going here. Firefly."

Sam did look down though, sad. Dean was upset because of him, so Sam curled up a bit into himself. "Sorry."

Alec glared at Dean, and then decide that maybe that wasn't fair either, because Dean had been in nearly a blind panic and he was sure he hadn't meant to upset Sam. He headed over to Sam, skirting around Bobby a bit, and keeping an eye out for the man's dog. "Hey. He was just worried. Firely, uh?"

Bobby just looked at Alec as he passed, keeping an eye out. He glanced to Dean. "Sorry he worried ya. Soon as I figured out what was goin' on.." he shrugged.

"I know," Dean sighed, running a hand over his face, and leaning back against the hood of the Impala. He felt like he was ten again, and he didn't like that feeling. "He wasn't any trouble, was he?"

He would apologize to Sam later. Right now he was just trying to let everything go.

"Yeah. It landed on the door and Bobby opened it. And he has books, Alec. Lots of them but one hurt me and I fell into a bad circle and I couldn't move."

He snugged a bit into Alec, not looking at Dean. Dean was still upset.

"I know he has books." Isn't still sore about them. Oh no, what ever gave that idea? "I think you gotta be carefule with Bobby's books." He wrapped an arm around Sam, because touch was a trust and affection thing with him and he was pretty sure that Sam was the same way. "You got a lot of fireflies in your head?" Memories. Alec knew and analogy for memories when he heard one.

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Bobby shook his head and looked over towards Alec and Sam. "No. It was a lot like when you two were young. Just...wish I'd known."

Dean sighed. "I was gonna say something eventually, I just -- " Wasn't sure what Bobby would do. " -- Kind of a hard thing to explain, ya know?"

Nodding to Alec, he snuggled closer. Then he looked at Dean. "I'm a demon."

How hard was that to explain?

"I think he was trying to be a little less blunt than that." Is amused, because he totally sides with Sam on this one, but hey, Bobby wasn't his family.

"Yea...I get that." Small smirk in Sam's direction. "I mighta taken it okay that way."

"You would have taken it better than I did," Dean muttered with a heavy sigh.

Sam just sighed and watched Dean. Finally he pushed away from Alec and got up, walking away without a word.

Dean was upset. He needed space. So Sam would take a walk. That's what Sam did when Dean was upset.

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