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Then: "What happened?" John asked roughly.
"We aren't sure. Arson maybe, but we've been told a few bodies have been found in the wreckage. Was any of your family here last night?" The manager asked.
"Yes, my two boys. I went to go pick up their uncle as a surprise." John said and Bobby put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss." The manager said and left the two men alone.
"My boys aren't dead." John whispered to himself as fire raged in his eyes.
Now: Dean watched his father leave as he looked outside the window. "Where's he going Dean?" Sammy asked once the impala was out of sight. Dean turned to look at his little brother and sighed. Sam was standing on his tippy toes to be able to see out of the high-rise window of the motel.
"He went on a business trip." Dean said. He hated lying to his little brother, but it was for his own good. He turned away from the window and went and sat on the worn couch.
"With Uncle Bobby?" Sam asked, following Dean over to the couch.
"Yeah I guess so. Just for a couple days. A week a most." Dean said.
"I'm hungry Dean." Sam said as he practiced tying and untying his shoe laces. Dean smiled at him and got back up to go see what they had in the fridge. Finding nothing but a small carton of milk, he moved on to look at the cabinet. He found a box of mac and cheese and turned on the stove. He took the pot out of the sink and washed it before filling it up with water.
"Want some mac and cheese?" Dean asked. Sam hopped off the couch and ran over to see if he could help cook. Dean was busy looking in the fridge for butter as Sam walked up to the hot stove.
"Need help?" Sam asked as he heard the water popping and bubbling in the pan. He walked closer to the stove and tried to look into the pan.
"Sammy no!" Dean yelled and jerked Sam away from the boiling water. "That's hot water! It can burn you Sam."
"M'sorry." Sam whispered as Dean let go of him.
"It's okay. Just go watch some t.v. okay?" Dean said and poured the noodles into the water. Once the noodles were cooked Dean poured the contents of the pot into a drainer and then mixed the noodles with the cheese from the box and added a little bit of milk. He then reached over and turned off the oven.
"Can I help stir?" A small voice behind Dean asked. Dean turned around and saw Sam holding up a spoon. Dean couldn't help but smile and nod. Dean moved the bowl of mac and cheese away from the hot oven and put it on the kitchen table. Together, they mixed up the mac and cheese and then ate it quietly in front of the t.v.
Later that night, Dean was sleeping beside Sam when he heard a banging on the door. He leapt up from the bed and reached for his gun. Aiming at the door, he realized smoke filled the motel room and a bright light was coming from outside. He coughed as he heard voices shouting outside and a banging noise on the door the next room over. "Sammy wake up!" Dean yelled, turning back to a sleeping seven year old. Sam slowly opened his eyes and began to cough.
"D'n!" Sammy cried out and Dean quickly grabbed his hand.
"I'm right here. Don't worry Sammy." Dean soothed his younger brother as he made his way to the door. He was sweating and could hear Sam coughing behind him, but the smoke filled the room and was making it hard to see. He finally made it to the door and yelped when he touched the hot metal on the locks. He took off his shirt and wrapped his hands and unlocked the door. He slowly opened it and shut it quickly once he saw the front of the door was on fire.
"Dean where's daddy?" Sam cried as Dean pulled him away from the door. Dean quickly pulled his shirt back on and ran to the windows.
"Back up Sammy!" Dean said moving the curtains and cocking his gun. He looked outside and saw the fire hadn't reached this far yet. "Cover your eyes!" Dean said, standing in front of Sam and shot at the glass. He wrapped an arm around Sam's waist and set the kid on the other side of the window. Dean was glad he and Sam had their shoes on as he stepped over the window. He ran, dragging Sam behind him, towards the small patch of woods. He ducked behind some trees and turned around to watch as the rest building went up in flames. A bad memory came back to him, but he pushed it out of his thoughts.
"Dean, where's dad?" Sam asked fearfully as he clung to his brother for support.
"A business trip. Don't worry, he'll come back soon." Dean said hoping it was true.
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