Protect Sammy. Look out for Sammy. Lock the door behind me. John always told his oldest son before leaving on a hunt. He knew he could count on Dean but what happens when John comes back to the motel after a couple days and the place is burnt to the ground? Pre-series. Hurt!Sammy Hurt!Dean Worried!John Awesome!Bobby

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Sam is 7 and Dean is 11

"Okay tiger, remember what the rules are?" John asked his eldest son as he zipped up his bag. He had packed a couple knives, his machete, and two bottles of Dead Man's Blood. He was meeting up with Bobby to begin tracking down a nest of vampires and he wanted to make sure Dean and Sam were safe.

"Yes sir. Don't let anyone in and don't leave Sammy alone. I won't forget." Dean said as he looked back at his brother who was playing with a toy truck. John smiled as ruffled Dean's hair before he picked up his bag and locked the door behind him. He walked up to the black 1967 Chevy Impala and smiled as she gleamed in the sunlight. He knew he only had a few more years with her until he gave her to Dean. He smirked at the thought of his oldest driving his impala. He figured a few speeding tickets were to be expected. John turned when a soft horn honked and he realized Bobby was pulling into the motels' parking lot. Bobby got out of the rusty, old van and shook John's hand firmly. His own bag slung over his shoulder.

"Bobby." John said in greeting and the older hunter bit back a smile at seeing the boys peeking through the window.

"John. Ready?" Bobby asked as he walked around the impala to the passenger door. John nodded and got in and fired up the engine. It was about a five hour drive and by the time they arrived at their campsite both men were grumpy and sore.

"So, how many did you say were in the nest?" Bobby asked as he set up his tent. The nest of vampires was through the national park and was supposedly in a still-standing house on the other side. They had to hike through the woods to surprise them and hopefully wipe them out. They preyed on the hikers that traveled through the woods during the summer months.

"Five or six I think." John said. Bobby looked over at him in surprise as he saw John pull out a bottle of Dead Man's Blood.

"Looks like we both had the same idea." Bobby said pulling out his own bottle. John laughed and left to get some firewood.

"Be back in a minute. Get the tent ready would ya?" John asked over his shoulder.

"No problem ya idjit." Bobby said and set up the two tents in record time.

Thirty minutes later, John stumbled through the brush covered in blood. "John!" Bobby yelled in fear as he ran over to him. Bobby kept a sharp eye out for anyone following him but didn't see anything in the dark woods. He brought John over to the fire he had decided to build a few minutes before John arrived. "What happened?"

"Damn vampire showed up!" John said dropping his machete next to the fire. He searched through his bag and pulled out a water bottle. He poured its contents over his head to wash off the abominations blood and then washed his hands. Bobby picked up the knife and cleaned it off while he waited for John to finish.

"How many?" Bobby asked.

"Two. Young though. Most of this is their blood." John said quietly.

"I'll stay up and guard for a while. Go ahead and get some sleep." Bobby said and threw a few more sticks onto the fire.

"Thanks Bobby." John said and went into his tent for the night.

The next morning, John woke Bobby up at 7 am. "Be ready in ten. I want this over." John said with a determined look. Bobby nodded and got ready. It took four hours to hike across the forest and they slowly crept up on the nest.

"We sure about this?" Bobby asked in a whisper.

"Yes. Got your knife mixed with the blood?" John asked.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yep." John said and slowly walked out of the trees. The house was a shade of grey and looked worn down. The steps leading up to the back door were splintered and broken and John was careful not to make a sound.

Once inside, they heard voices coming from the kitchen. John cursed under his breath. He'd hoped they'd be sleeping but their two missing members must have them wary.

"They shouldn't have been gone this long!" A female voice cried.

"You know Matt and Liana, they are always late to come home." A male voice answered her. John signaled to Bobby that now was the time to attack. John rushed from the hallway into the living room and beheaded the female vamp as the male jumped away from Bobby.

"Darla!" He screamed in despair and rage. A thunder of footsteps came down the stair and two more vampires came into the kitchen. "Hunters." The male hissed as Bobby and John stood back to back waiting for an attack. He screamed a battle cry and lunged for Bobby, but Bobby was too quick. The male joined Darla on the floor. The last two vampires hissed with rage but stayed back out of fear. They looked to be brother and sister and about the age of sixteen.

John felt a pang of guilt at what he knew he had to do and took a tentative step forward. Bobby matched his and they moved together and finished the job before the two vamps could escape.

"Let's clear the house." John said and took the stairs up and found three human bodies in two separate rooms. He checked for pulses, but the bodies were drained of blood. Bobby called from the downstairs that it was clear and John went down to meet him.

By the time they were back to their camp, it was dark and both men were tired and sweaty. "How about we stay here tonight and head back in the morning?" Bobby asked as he sat down on an old tree stump.

"Sure." John said hesitantly. He wanted to get back to his boys, and he had a nagging feeling like something was wrong, but he ignored it and helped Bobby start the fire. They took turns standing guard, like the night before and were on their way at first light. Instead of four hours, it took five because they stopped a few extra times for gas and restroom breaks. John excitedly turned onto the motel's street when his stomach dropped in fear. Where the motel once stood, was a burnt to the ground building. Crime scene tape stood around the perimeter and John saw that the three story high building had caved in on itself. His face paled as he realized his boys had been on the first floor.

"They made it out John." Bobby said quietly as they pulled into the parking lot. "There is no way, a trained hunter like Dean wouldn't get them out." John sat quietly as he turned off the rumbling engine and got out. He noticed the manager of the hotel walking up to him.

"What happened?" John asked roughly.

"We aren't sure. Arson maybe, but we've been told a few bodies have been found in the wreckage. Was any of your family here last night?" The manager asked.

"Yes, my two boys. I went to go pick up their uncle as a surprise." John said and Bobby put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss." The manager said and left the two men alone.

"My boys aren't dead." John whispered to himself as fire raged in his eyes.

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Hope you liked the first chapter! It kind of got away from and ended up being a lot longer than originally planned, but I love John and Bobby and plan on doing the next chapter about Sam and Dean. Please review if you have a chance! Thanks for reading!