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"Uncle Bobby! Uncle Bobby!" Sammy hollered as he raced up the rickety porch steps and up to the front door of the small house. "Uncle Bobby! We's here!"
"Hey there squirt!" Bobby Singer greeted ruffling the youngest Winchester's hair. "Go on in. Thundercats is on." He added holding the screen door open for the little boy as he ran inside the house.
"Hey Bobby" John called from the front of the impala. Duffle bags in hand he slowly climbed the stairs behind his older son Dean. "Thanks for agreeing to take the boys on such short notice. There was no way I could leave them at the motel alone after the drunken brawl those men put on last…" Stopping in his tracks he stared at the tiny bundle cradled in his friend's arms. "Umm, Bobby is that a baby?" he asked.
"No John, it's a really ugly dog." Bobby deadpanned rolling his eyes. "Of course it's a baby, you idjit! This is Chet and Lib's little boy Aaron."
"Chet's here?" John asked glancing around curiously. "I didn't see his car."
"They are not here, Johnny. I'm just keeping the baby for them." Bobby replied scowling at the expression on his friend's face. "Don't you give me that look. I've been keeping those rug rats of yours since Sammy was a baby. I know what I'm doing."
"No, no it's not that." John backpedaled. "I just didn't, uhh, think that anyone…I mean, ummm…"
"Dad, I think you better quit while you're behind." Dean loudly whispered as he tried and failed to hide a smirk.
"That's good advice, Johnny." Bobby chimed in winking at Dean.
"Think you're right about that." John replied carrying the bags past Bobby and into the living room. He set the bags down beside the door and turned back to his friend. "Three kids is a mighty big handful Bobby especially with one of them being a baby. You know, I don't have to leave right away. I could stay for awhile till they get back." he offered.
"Not if you want to get that hunt done." Bobby whispered. "Chet's mom took a turn for the worst this morning. The doctor doesn't think she'll make it much longer so Chet and Lib went to be with her. They didn't want Aaron to have to endure the long car ride and they definitely didn't want him to be around all the strangers and emotions so they decided to leave him with friends. They thought about leaving him with their neighbors but Lib said they'd probably be gone a few days and she wanted to make sure Junior here was in a hunter's home where he'd be safe."
"Wait, Lib said that?" John questioned scratching the top of his head. "I thought she hated other hunters?"
"Not other hunters, Johnny, just you" Bobby replied.
"Pissed her off, huh dad" Dean grinned.
"Dean!" John scolded glaring down at his son.
"Ticked, I meant ticked, dad" Dean quickly corrected dropping his head to stare at the ground. "Sorry sir"
"I've warned you about that mouth before." John pointed out. "This is your last chance, bud. If Bobby hears any of that crap come out of your mouth while you're here, he has my permission to turn you over his knee. Understand?"
"Yes sir" Dean meekly replied.
"Good now go get started on that work your teacher sent with you." John ordered pointing to the coffee table. "I want it done and done correctly before I get back. No TV or playing until it's finished."
"Yes sir" Dean replied trudging over to the table.
"You sure it's okay for the boys to stay, Bobby?" John asked. "I know how hard it is to take care of a baby."
"They'll be fine, John. Dean and Sammy pretty much take care of themselves." Bobby assured his friend. "Besides Dean knows more about babies than I do. He'll be a big help."
"Okay, guess I'll go say good bye to my boys and get out of your hair then." John replied. He walked over to the couch and sat beside Dean. "I've gotta go in a minute, Dean. I want you to listen to Bobby and do what he tells you. And watch out for your brother. Oh, and keep an eye on Bobby for me. Make sure he's taking care of the baby right; maybe give him a pointer or two."
"Sure dad" Dean agreed grinning at his dad's backhanded praise.
"Good, I'd hate to come back and find the baby with a diaper on its head instead of its behind." John joked. He patted Dean on the back and then walked over and knelt down on the floor next to his youngest. "Daddy's gotta go, Sammy." He announced.
Sammy quickly stood throwing his arms around his father's neck. "Bye daddy. I love you." He said before kissing John's cheek.
"Love you too, Sammy" John replied picking the little boy up. He threw the youngster into the air a couple of times before carrying him over to the couch and dropping him next to Dean. "I'll call you guys tonight and give you the number to the motel. Be good for Uncle Bobby." he instructed as he stood. Leaning over he kissed both boys on the forehead and then quickly walked out the door.
AN- Well, what do you think?
