Disclaimer: The only thing I own is that plot bunny over there trying to hide under the bed… I see you… here, bunny, bunny… giggles. Not mine, dang it as my niece would say.

NOTE#1: Ok, 1st off no freakage… K? I know I haven't finished our Retirement story and will continue to post it on Wed and Sun until completed and therefore since I will be posting that story on those days I will be posting this story on Tuesdays.

NOTE#2: This story is a result of a conversation I had with Leigh Ann Wallace about what if… what if happened? AND we came up with a summer challenge for each other. This is mine… She will post hers Junkyard Dog today as well. I will fav hers when she posts so you will be able to go to my favs and get to her story and be able to keep up with both ;). Sounds fun, huh?

Chapter 1

"Hey, dad!" Dean yelled as he came in the door letting the screen door slam with a bang as he yelled while he tossed his backpack on the bench by the door. When he received no answer he tried again, "Dad! Hey old man… you gone deaf on me?" He yelled again as he grinned, that was sure to get a response.

As he walked into the kitchen he was surprised to find his dad at the kitchen table with his head in his hands. Dean instantly went into a squat beside his dad as he rested a hand on his shoulder while he tried to see his father's face. "Is it Sammy?" He rubbed his dad's shoulder as he continued, "I just left him at Soccer practice. Shit… I should have stayed." and he stood to go back the way he'd just came.

Bobby quickly grabbed Dean's wrist to stop him from leaving.

Dean's heart felt like it was trying to erupt from his chest as he whispered, "What's going on, Dad?"

"I…" Bobby ran a free hand through his hair as he let go of Dean he told him, "Sit down son." Then he looked up for the first time since Dean came into the room.

"Dad, please." Dean almost begged as his breath seemed to catch and hold as he rasped out, "You're scaring me."

"Dean." Bobby's voice cracked so he stopped and tried again, "I got a call today."

Dean tilted his head to the side in question as he asked, "Why are you so freaked?"

Bobby chuckled before he said softly, "You've always been able to read me like a book."

"Just like you taught me." Dean said with a proud grin.

"Yes, Dean… I… I couldn't have asked for better sons than you and Sammy. I've been proud to be your father." Bobby sighed… this was the hardest part, "So, I will understand…"

"Son of a bitch!" Dean growled as understanding hit him like a ton of bricks.

"Dean." Bobby said surprised at the instant anger that erupted from his oldest.

"He called didn't he?" Dean snarled before he continued, "After all these years… what? He thinks he can just walk in here and… and do what exactly?" Dean asked throwing a frustrated hand through his own hair.

"He wants to take you with him… on the road." Bobby said quietly, bluntly as he held nothing back from his oldest.

"I don't give a shit… He doesn't have the right to ask that of me… and what about Sammy?" Dean growled as he realized why he was so angry. Nothing from John Winchester in 10 years and out of the blue he calls and wants to step back into their lives… Hell no… not happening.

"He wants just you… but he says he has something to tell us about Sammy." Bobby admitted, he never kept anything from his oldest… Sammy was different, they both tried to shield him from hurtful things.

"Yeah well… I don't want to hear anything that man has to say." Dean snapped as he said with a panicked look, "I need to get to Sammy."

"I'll drive." Bobby said as they raced out the door. Hoping that John wasn't already in town… at that very moment with their Sammy.

It seemed like the longest ten minutes ever to get back to the soccer field in town where Sam was at practice.

Sammy stopped in the middle of running across the field when he saw his dad and brother tear into the parking lot squalling tires. Dean threw open the door before his dad even fully stopped. He was already moving towards them as Dean frantically stood on the side board and waved him over.

He yelled back over his shoulder, "See ya later."

Dean looked in an absolute panic, like the time he'd got lost in the woods and it took him well after dark for Dean to track him down.

"What's wrong?" He asked as Dean jumped down and grabbed him, pulling him in front of him and shoving him into the truck as he searched the area and then climbed back in.

Sammy noticed his Dad giving Dean "the look" so he turned just in time to see Dean's slight nod to the negative.

Bobby put the truck in reverse as he asked Sam, "See anyone that you didn't recognize today?"

"Doing what?" Sam asked curiously at their intense study of the area as they drove.

"Watching practice." His dad replied as he stared straight ahead at the road.

Dean was alternating between staring at the surrounding passing scenery and him.

Finally Sam asked, "What?" in response to his brother's odd staring.

"Well, did you?" Dean asked as he turned and looked behind them.

"Maybe you noticed an unusual car?" Bobby suggested.

Sam blinked as he commented, "Oh, yeah. But nobody ever got out." he rubbed his elbow as he watched his dad and his brother's reactions.

"Where?" Dean snapped pissed that he had let down his defenses.

"Well… it was at the school, right after. But you picked me up. Then about 10 minutes after you dropped me off for practice it was in the parking lot. Mark hit it with the soccer ball but the guy didn't move… it was weird." Sam kept rubbing his elbow until Dean slapped his hand away and grabbed his arm to check it himself.

"D… I fell on it earlier… it's just sore." Sam growled as he tried to remove his arm from his brother's grasp.

"Stop your fidgeting and let him look at it." Their Dad said with a tiny grin. Dean would only get worse if Sam continued to resist. "You know he's not going to quit until you let him." his Dad told him with a reassuring smile, like everything was fine.

"Why didn't you call me?" Dean growled back.

"What? When I fell?" Sam asked as he pretended ignorance.

Dean bopped him on the back of the head, "Don't be a smartass, bitch."

"jerk." Sam mumbled as he rubbed his head. "What was I suppose to say… Guys stop… hold that pass just a minute so I can call my big brother and tell him there's a perv staring at me?" He snorted before he continued, "Yeah… that would go over real well."

"Dude, you know the rules." Dean snapped his worry blooming out as anger.

"Dad…" Sam whined with a glance at his father.

"Boys…" Bobby couldn't help but smile before he put on his stern face, "Both of you… knock it off."

Twin, "yes, sir." from both had Bobby smiling as he pulled back into the drive to Singer and Sons Salvage.

TBC