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Sam needed help with Dean. His brother still hasn't said a word about Dad, and he was starting to get worried. And he wasn't sure he could handle Dean by himself. So he called Bobby.
"Hey, kid." Bobby said, sympathy heavy in his gruff voice.
Sam bit his lip, trying not to cry over the phone, "Hey, Bobby. Uh, I need your help."
"Well, sure, Sam. Anything."
"Since Dad, Dean hasn't said a word. I mean, maybe a few things here and there, but never anything about Dad. I need help with him. Could we stay at your house for a while."
On the other end, Bobby was smiling. "Sure, kid. I'll fix up the spare rooms for you boys."
Sam sighed, relief washing over him. "Thanks a lot, Bobby. We'll be there soon."
Little did Sam know, Bobby's spares were already ready for them. He just didn't want to sound too desperate.
"Hey, Dean." Sam said, entering the bathroom in which Dean was brushing his teeth rather angrily.
"Hm?" Dean grunted, his mouth full of toothpaste...or foam. Sam was pretty sure that Dean was over the necessary time needed for brushing teeth.
"Uh, we are going to stay at Bobby's for a while. So pack your bags and let's get going." Sam urged, hoping that he would get an actual worded answer. But all he got was a nod.
Maybe it was because Dean was stubborn, or maybe it was because Dean was on the verge of tears and at that moment, one word would push him over the edge.