SUPERNATURAL
UNCLE BOBBY
WRITTEN BY: MEMPHIS_HEAT123
SUMMARY: While John is on an extended hunt, nine-year-old Dean and five-year-old Sam stay at Bobby's.
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way connected to the show or its actors, and I own no rights to the show. This story is for fun only.
WARNING: Contains the spanking of minor children.
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Bobby Singer had just sat a plate of cookies on the table beside a platter of sandwiches, when he heard the familiar rumble of the Impala pull to a stop outside. With a smile, he walked outside to greet his visitors.
He watched as John climbed out of the Impala, along with his two young sons. Five-year-old Sam jumped out of the backseat and hit the ground running.
"Uncle Bobby!" He yelled.
Bobby knelt down and Sam leapt into his open arms.
"We get to visit ya." The small boy smiled.
"I know." Bobby replied as he stood up, with Sam still in his arms.
John and Dean walked over to Bobby at a more sedate pace, each carrying duffle bags.
"Hello Dean." Bobby greeted the younger boy, as he bent down and hugged him.
"Hey Uncle Bobby." Dean smiled.
"Sam." John said. "Grab your back pack outta the car."
"Okay, Daddy." The little boy said, as Bobby sat him back on his feet.
"You look like crap." Bobby said in greeting to John.
"Nice to see you to." John replied.
Bobby lead them into the house and said. "Boys, take your stuff to your room. then wash up, lunch is ready."
"Yes Sir." Both boys said, as they did as they were told.
"You okay?" A concerned Bobby asked John, after the boys were out of hearing range.
"I'm fine." John replied, but Bobby knew he was lying.
John looked exhausted, and disheartened. He looked like he did when John first meet him four years before. The day John showed up on his doorstep with five-year-old Dean and one-year-old Sam, after a fellow hunter told John that Bobby may know what killed his wife. Bobby didn't know, but the two men became friends. And the boys became very special to Bobby.
"This hunt." Bobby said. "You're going after what killed Mary?" It was more of a statement then a question, so John didn't bother answering.
"You know what did it?" Bobby wanted to know.
"No." John said. "But I have a couple solid leads."
Their conversation was cut short when the boys re-entered the room. Everyone went into the kitchen and ate. Bobby was concerned when John only half a sandwich, and even more concerned that Dean didn't even eat that much. The young boy was thin as a pole, but Bobby knew that he could eat circles around his Dad and younger brother.
"Okay boys." John said, "It's time for me to leave, remember I may be gone for a month or two. You be good for Bobby and listen to him."
Dean swallowed the lump in his throat and decided to do it now before he chickened out. "Can I go Dad?" He asked.
"Not this time, Son." John said.
"Please?" The nine-year-old pleaded. "I have the right to go this time."
"Dean." John said sternly. "Enough. I already gave you my answer."
"It's not fair!" Dean screamed, surprising everyone at the table. Sometimes Sam threw a fit when John left, but Dean never did. He had asked to go on many occasions, but never argued when his Dad said no.
"Do not raise your voice at me young man." John growled.
"I am going." Dean said, his voice was shaking but determined. "And you can't stop me." Then he ran out the front door, leaving the other three in total shock.
John stood up and trailed after his oldest son. A very concerned Bobby followed them, after ordering Sam to stay at the table.
Dean was almost to the Impala when his Dad barked "Dean Winchester, stop!" The young boy stopped. He was taught to obey his Dad, especially when his Dad was angry. But he didn't turn around, he didn't want his Dad to see the tears in his eyes.
"Come here." John ordered, but Dean stood still.
"Young man, you already earned yourself one hell of a spanking. Do not make it worse. Come here." John's voice was stern.
A few tears trickled down Dean's face as he turned to face his Dad. He saw Bobby standing in the door, but didn't see Sam.
John's heart melted some at the distraught look on Dean's face. He knew something was really bothering the young boy. He walked over to him and towered over the boy.
"I have the right to go." Dean said, his voice soft.
"Why?" John asked, wondering why his son was so upset.
"She was my Mom." Dean said, as more tears flowed from his eyes. "I want to kill the son of a bitch that took her from Sammy and me."
John choked back his own tears, as he knelt in front of Dean and looked into his eyes. "Son, how did you know I was going after it?"
"I know when the hunt involves Mom." Dean said. "You try to make it sound like any other hunt, but I can tell. You act different."
John wrapped the young boy in a tight hug, and Dean started crying harder.
Bobby went back inside, his own eyes watering, to give Father and son some privacy.
After a few moments, John gently pulled Dean away so he look into his face. Dean's tears had stopped, but his eyes were wet and red.
"You are right, this is about your Mom." John said. "I have some leads as to what and where it is. But you are not ready to hunt."
"She's my Mom."
"I know. I know you love her very much, and you want to make whatever killed her pay. But do you think your Mom would want you getting hurt or killed trying to get revenge for her?"
"No Sir."
"One day we will hunt side by side, but you need more training. You are not ready yet. I know you miss her, I do too."
"I'm sorry I yelled at you." Dean said, wiping his eyes. He knew his Dad was right. The first rule of hunting was to be prepared, he wasn't ready yet. He knew he still had a lot to learn.
"I'll let it slid this one time." John said. But then his voice got stern. "But only this one time. Being upset does not give you the right to speak to me that way."
"Yes Sir."
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TBC. I am sorry this is so short, I promise the next one will be longer. But it is almost three in the morning and I am sleepy. Please let me know what you think. I love feedback. I will have the next chapter posted by tomorrow night.