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Cassidy drove up to the home of the Winchesters - knowing where it was from frequent childhood trips there - with pies and a container of cookies in the passenger seat of his blue 1967 Chevy Camaro. He hadn't bothered to shave that day, so there was stubble lining his face, and for all intents and purposes, he looked dramatically less like the Cassidy that Dean had known. He wore a fedora over his short-cropped hair, and a leather jacket over his t-shirt, which topped a pair of well-worn denim slacks and cowboy boots. With the exception of his hair, he was the spitting image of his father.

He pulled up the drive and parked, before grabbing the baked goods, and slipped out and walked to the door, ringing the doorbell. He wondered, more as an afterthought than anything, if he should have insisted that Robbie come with.