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“Dean,” Sam pulls back. Their lips are tingling. “We can’t stay here. Dad’s – he’s gonna come after us!” Sam grips Dean’s shirt and stands them up. He looks toward the car and quickly looks back. “Please. Let’s go!” He pulls at Dean but Dean doesn’t budge. He pulls Sam close to him and kisses him once more. It’s firm, yet tender. He lowers his head to Sam’s ear. His voice is soft.

“Sammy. He’s not coming after us. Bobby’s gonna talk him down, okay? We’re just getting away for a bit. I’ll keep you safe. Let’s just sit here, ok?”

But Sam shakes his head. “He’s coming Dean, I know it!”

“Sam. Calm down. Bobby’s got it all under control. Focus on me. Focus on us.”

Sam looks around nervously, his eyes darting everywhere. Dean can see his breathing become rapid. His grip on Dean’s shirt becomes tighter.

“Sam?”

“He’s coming Dean. Trust me.”

**

Back at Bobby’s, two men argue over a set of car keys.

“Stay here, John, you need to calm down. Plus you might have a concussion.”

“I’ll give him a concussion…ow! Son-of-a-bitch! I’m gonna get to them, Bobby. I won’t have boys of mine doing…that…” he waves his hand in a “shooing’ motion and his face reddens.

“I can’t let you leave, John. Just let them be!”

“Bobby. No. Move.”

“Well you’ll have to go through me, then!” Bobby crosses his arms and firmly plants his feet.