Dean woke up and looked around. Where was he? Who was that kid in the other bed? Where was his dad?
"Dad!" he yelled. "Dad!"
Sam woke up to yelling. Who was that kid yelling in the next bed? Where were Dad and Dean?
Bobby heard the shouting and ran into the room.
"Uncle Bobby!" Sam exclaimed and jumped out of bed and ran over to Bobby and flung himself around Bobby's leg. "Where's Dad and Dean?" he asked.
"Who are you? Where's my dad?" Dean asked. "And Sammy?" he added as an afterthought. He really wanted his dad. Sammy was just a baby. He wouldn't be much help right now.
"Your dad went out for the day," Bobby said. "You boys are going to spend the day here."
"Can we have pancakes for breakfast?" Sam asked. Uncle Bobby made the best pancakes.
"I don't even know you. Why would my dad leave me with you? Where's Sammy? Is he with my Dad?" Dean was starting to panic. His mom had just died a couple of months ago. Maybe his dad and Sammy had died too and this man didn't want to tell him that.
"Sam, why don't you go downstairs and watch cartoons for a little while? I'll be down soon to make the pancakes," Bobby said. He realized Sam was going to be a lot easier than Dean. Sam knew him. He wouldn't meet Dean for another year.
Sam went downstairs and Bobby turned his attention to Dean. "It's OK, son. Your father and brother will be back tomorrow." He figured there was no point in trying to convince Dean that Sam was his brother, or vice versa. They would just be kids who happened to share the same name as their sibling. No reason not to lie to him about his dad being back tomorrow. By then, they'd be ten years old and they would probably have to go through this all over again. At least Dean will know who he is tomorrow.
"Can we call my dad?" Dean asked. He would feel better if he heard all this from his dad? Where would his dad go that he could bring Sammy and not him?
"Maybe later," Bobby hedged, hoping he would forget about it. "Why don't you go watch cartoons with Sam?"
"That other kid's name is Sam?"
"Yeah."
"Weird."
Dean went downstairs and found the other kid watching TV. "So you know this guy?" Dean asked.
"Yeah. He's my uncle Bobby," Sam said, not looking away from the TV screen.
Bobby came downstairs and went into the kitchen to make pancakes. Dean looked to make sure he was busy and he slipped out the door. He was going to find his father. He had no idea where to look, but he knew he couldn't stay here.
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"Pancakes are ready," Bobby said and looked around. "Where's Dean?"
"You said he was with my dad," Sam answered.
"No, that other kid that was here this morning. His name is Dean, too."
"Oh. He left," Sam said matter-of-factly.
"What do you mean he left?" Bobby asked.
"He left while you were making pancakes."
"OK, they're ready. Go start eating and if you finish, do not leave this house. Understand?" Bobby said. The last thing he needed was two missing kids.
"OK," Sam said.
Bobby was glad that Sam was more agreeable at five than he was in later years.
He ran outside. He was about to yell for Dean when he thought better of it. Dean had left because he thought he was being kidnapped. He wouldn't be likely to answer to calling.
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Dean had meant to get out of this place quick, but as soon he had gotten outside he got distracted by all the neat stuff. He ran from car to car, climbing in and out of them. He head that man come out of the house and hid so that he wouldn't see him. He saw the man headed for the road. He was probably looking for him. He decided to wait here until the guy got sick of looking and went back in the house. Then he would definitely leave. He lay down on the seat of an old car and soon he fell asleep.
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Bobby had walked two miles away from the house. He had no idea which direction Dean had gone. He would have to go back to the house and check on Sam and then figure out where to look for Dean. Maybe he could get that stupid angel back here and he could just zap to Dean and bring him back.
As he walked back to the house, he decided to check in amongst the cars. Dean had always loved running around in their when he was little. Sure enough, he found Dean asleep, curled up on the back seat of a car with no doors.
"Dean, wake up," Bobby said and gave him a little shake.
Dean jerked awake and shied away from the strange man. He had messed up by not getting out earlier. He kicked the man and ran.
"Balls," Bobby muttered and chased after Dean. Dean was younger, but Bobby had longer legs. He caught up with him, lifted him up and carried him back to the house, with Dean screaming the entire time.
"What's wrong with him?" Sam asked from his seat back in front of the TV.
"He's just scared. His dad left him with me, but he's never met me before."
Bobby knew that even at five, Dean was resourceful. He hated to do it, but decided the best course of action was to lock him in the panic room. He grabbed some paper and pencils so Dean could draw and some food and carried him downstairs. Dean never stopped screaming. "Sorry kid," Bobby said and shut the door. He would check on him every couple of hours. It was going to be a long day.
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After spending the day playing games with Sam and checking on a surly Dean, Bobby noticed with gratitude it was time for bed. "Come on, Sam, bedtime."
"OK. Will Dad be here tomorrow?"
"I think so," Bobby said. He was pretty sure it didn't matter what he said about tomorrow. The boys would be ten, then. Luckily, Dean would know him then.
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