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First Meeting

Bobby Singer shook his head wondering what had possessed him to agree to help out the soon to be newest hunter. When Missouri had called and told him about John Winchester she had waited until after he had agreed to help the man to inform him that he would be bringing his two children along with him. What she had failed to mention was just how young Winchester's kids were.

He sighed again as he watched John walk from the black Chevy Impala. He was no good with kids and the fact the Bobby had agreed to let the Winchesters stay for a few weeks, just long enough for John to learn the basics, made things worse. He looked on as the young father tried to calm the crying baby in his arms while his son walked beside him tugging on his coat.

"Daddy why is he still crying," Bobby heard the small boy ask.

"I don't know son maybe he's tired."

Bobby winced when he heard the baby let out another piercing wail. By this time John was on the porch in front of bobby. "Sorry about him," John apologized. "We've been on the road all day, and, well you know how well little kids do when traveling."

"No sorry I don't," came the curt reply. Bobby watched as John adjusted the screaming child in his arms then raise an eyebrow his oldest son who was now hiding behind his father looking at the strange man that had just spoke. "Um, come in." Bobby stepped aside to let the father and his children in.

"Thanks," John smiled. "I'm John, this is my son Dean," he pointed to the blond boy still hiding, "and the one screaming is Sam."

"No daddy his name is Sammy," Dean said now standing next to his father looking at his younger brother.

"Missouri said that you had kids but she didn't mention how young they were. I'm not exactly prepared." He and John took a moment to look around his less than clean and not exactly baby safe home. "You're still welcome to stay here I'm just not sure how the boys will handle staying here."

"Oh you don't have to worry about them." John looked down at dean with a meaningful look, "Dean is going to stay out of trouble and not touch anything without permission, right?"

"Right," Dean replied with a serious look on his face.

"What else are you going to do Dean?"

"Look out for Sammy." Dean's face grew even more serious.

"That's right."

It was then that Bobby had noticed that the young boy is John's arms had stopped crying and was now looking around at the room they were in.

"Alright Dean you and Sam stay here while I go get our stuff out of the car." The small boy nodded as his dad put his baby brother down.

Sam gave a sound of distress and reached up for his father not wanting him to leave.

"I'll be right back Sammy I promise. Stay here with Dean and your new friend Bobby, Ok?" with that the man smiled and kissed Sam's head stood up and left to get the stuff from the car.

Dean was instantly at his brother's side eyeing the strange man that his daddy had left him and Sammy with.

"So, Dean is it?" The small boy nodded while his little brother latched onto his waist. "How old are you and Sam here?"

"It's Sammy, and he will be one on his birthday next month. I'm five."

"So what do you boys like to do," Bobby asked feeling a little awkward.

"I like playing with my army men and toy guns and Sammy," Dean replied happily. "Sammy just likes to eat, sleep, and poop."

"Oh I'm sure that Sammy likes to do more than that." Bobby was starting to get a kick out of this kid.

"He likes to make messes and get into things he's not 'posed to get in." As if to prove his brother's point Sam detached himself from his brother and went running to get something he saw. He didn't get far though because Dean was right there to stop him. "No Sammy you not 'posed to touch anything," Dean gently scolded. Sam just smiled up at his big brother and clapped his hands.

"See what I mean," Dean rolling his eyes.

Bobby chuckled when something suddenly attached to his leg. He looked down to see the youngest Winchester looking up at him smiling. "Sammy no." Bobby looked over at Dean who looked to be slightly nervous that his little brother was now hanging on someone who he did not know.

"It's alright Dean he's not hurting anything." Bobby bent down to pick up the small boy. "And I'm not gonna hurt him."

"You better not." Bobby was taken back slightly by the tone of voice that had just come out of the five year old. "Nobody is ever gonna hurt my Sammy. Not while I'm here." The young boy was now glaring at Bobby with his arms folded and a fiercely protective look in his eyes. Dean and Bobby continued to stare at each other until the spell was broken when Sam planted a kiss on Bobby cheek.

Shocked Bobby looked at the small boy who just laughed the demanded "Down!"

Just the John walked in with two bags in his hands and set them down. "Ok boys time for bed."

Later after everyone was in bed Bobby just shook his head as he thought about the two small boys. Dean, he could already tell, was going to grow up to be a fighter just like his dad. Not only that but he was meant to be a protector. Bobby thought about the look in the boy's eyes as he stated that no one was going to ever hurt Sammy.

Sammy. Just thinking about the kid only made the man laugh. John and Dean are going to have their hands full with that one. Not even one and he was able to walk and run around even say small words to get his point across. "He's too smart for someone that age," Bobby thought, "and way too trusting." But what kids weren't trusting. Only a few minutes with the kids and Bobby Singer was hooked on the idea of watching them grow up and seeing how they turned out.

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