[For Bobby]

[unchosen_son]

Searching with Veronica had come up with nothing and it was possible that Sam had just gotten too emotional about it and kept making mistakes, but he didn't want to say that. All he could think about was the time and whether or not Dean was somewhere on the Island being ripped to shreds by hellhounds. Someone had to look for him, but that someone

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[steel_singer]

First thing Bobby'd noticed that mornin' after wakin' up was that the Colt was missin', and it hadn't taken long to figure out what had happened to it, given the day. He'd wasted no time, runnin' down to the compound to gather up provisions. It figured that boy would go tearin' off by himself, the day his deal was supposed to be up, but Bobby wasn't about to sit behind this time.

He was back at his hut, packin' up a couple last things and wonderin' whether he oughta stop by the Winchester place to see if John and Sam had headed out yet, when Sam's voice came through the door. Bobby crossed the small room in two strides and flung it open, not bothering with any sort of prelude. "Have ya seen him?"

[unchosen_son]

Sam just shook his head. "No," he admitted quietly. "I went looking, but I'm pretty sure I kept going back on my steps and he probably moved in the meantime. His trail was cold, I couldn't..." Sam took a deep breath, hating to admit defeat. "I couldn't find him."

[steel_singer]

Sam was worried, that much was obvious. Bobby was too, but he wasn't about to let the extent of his worry show on his face. He wanted Sam to see he believed everything would be all right.

"We'll find him, son," he said, clapping a reassuring hand to Sam's shoulder. "With all of us lookin', one of us is bound to find him."

[unchosen_son]

"Yeah, but, Dean knows us," Sam pointed out. "We might know the terrain better, but he knows what we'll do and he'll just keep avoiding us. Avoiding me. He thinks that by running, he'll keep me out of harm's way," Sam said, clearly displeased.