Nope. Dean wouldn't answer his father's calls. The son of a bitch probably needs him on a hunt. What was he supposed to do? Leave Claire at Bobby's again? He sighed, determined to be a better father then John. Claire at least deserved that. This life could be emotionally taxing. Emotionally taxing + Dean Winchester = a lot of alcohol and anger. Claire needed him. He needed to be sober, and hunting wouldn't help the struggle. He pressed the "Ignore call" button and the screen went black. He waited for another call, and when it didn't come he smiled. Maybe he could lead a normal life.

Just as that absurd thought crossed his mind, his phone buzzed. He checked it, and was shocked when he saw his father had left a voicemail. John never leaves voicemails. He likes to hear the voice his converser. He quickly got over the shock and clicked on it.

"Dean? I need help. The demon, I'm closing in on it. Just keep your brother safe. He can't know the d—

"Aaaarrrggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh."

Dean instantaneously grabbed Claire from her room and drove the '67 impala to Bobby's place.

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"Wow." Was all the response Dean got from the elder hunter. Dean turned around to face Bobby, and what he saw was amusement.

"What?" He asked. What could be so funny out of this?

"Nothing. It's just that, you dad specifically said not to tell Sam, and you're going straight to him? It's just shocking."

Dean rose an eyebrow at that statement. "Whatever." He needed to get through this. He had to.