likethegun | Singer Salvage Yard, South Dakota, Saturday Afternoon

Sam was trying not to feel defeated, but it was getting harder and harder as he put more distance between himself and Fandom. He'd been so close to the Colt and still hadn't gotten it, and the idea of being bested by hunters left a sick feeling in his mouth.

As far as he was concerned, his biggest problem was that damn island. If he was ever going to beat the Winchesters, he had to lure them away from home, and the best way to do that was to threaten their support system. It wasn't difficult to figure out who that meant going after first. He was fairly certain that John wouldn't trade the Colt for his best friend, but then, he didn't intend to keep him alive long enough for that to be an option anyway.

	Bobby grumbled at the interruption as he got up and went to the door, but he smiled when he saw Sam standing there. "Hey Sam," he said, looking around behind him. "What are you doing here?"
	"Um. It's kind of a long story," Sam said, shifting his weight a little as he gave Bobby a sorrowful look.
	"Where's your dad?" Bobby asked. "Are you all right?"
	"We kind of got into a fight," Sam explained, starting to break out the puppy eyes. "A bad one. I didn't know where else to go now but here."
	"Winchesters," Bobby said, nearly rolling his eyes. "You can't let yourselves have one moment of peace, can you?" With a sigh, he stepped back from the door. "Come on, get in here. You want something to drink?"
	Sam gave Bobby a small, grateful smile as he passed over the threshold. "Yeah, that'd be great."
	Letting the door shut behind Sam, Bobby went into the kitchen to get their drinks. "You know, we should call your dad just to let him know you're here. I'm sure he's worried about you."
	Sam waited until Bobby was in the kitchen, and couldn't see him sneer and roll his eyes. "I don't know," he said. "I don't think calling him will help his mood."
	Bobby came back out of the kitchen with a beer for himself and a soda for Sam. "Probably not. But then, nothing really does," he said, offering the bottle to Sam. "Bottoms up."
	Sam had gone back to an innocent expression, and smiled softly. "Thanks, Bobby," he said, taking a sip of the soda. Almost instantly, he was gagging at the burning sensation in his throat, and as the pain spread down his body, he dropped to his hands and knees, coughing and shuddering. "What did you do?!" he asked furiously.
	"There's just a little holy water in the coke," Bobby said casually, allowing himself a bit of a smug look. "Sam never would have noticed. But then, you're not Sam, are you?" He leaned down closer and looked the demon right in the eyes. "Don't try to con a con man," he said, before punching Sam and knocking him out.

[Preplayed with myself, hee! Rated S for "Sometimes, our canon doesn't need to be changed." NFI, NFB due to distance, blah blah blah you know the drill by now. :)]