AN: I am so, so sorry for not updating this sooner. I had exams over the past couple weeks and have been studying. But all that's over now, so I'm going to update this. Obviously.

Thanks for reading and for reviewing and for sticking with me. ily. Enjoy!

Chapter 3 - 38 and More Missed Calls

Bobby Singer had better things to do rather than answering the phone that was ringing ever twenty to thirty minutes. It was annoying, but he as he was trying to do something and running in and out of the house, ignoring it was his best option.

That was, until another phone rang. When that phone rang, he always jumped. He had about six phone lines in his house, each for different agencies, like the FEDs, the FBI, and the like, for when he fellow hunting buddies needed his assistance. This phone, however, was not for any of the agencies. It was the phone that John Winchester gave to his sons' schools as a backup number in case of emergency.

Hearing that phone ring, he was up and across the room in a second, answering it on the third ring. "Hello?" his gruff voice answered.

"Hello, is this Mike Kaiser?" a friendly voice on the other end asked.

"This is he," Bobby replied.

The voice asked if he could hold on a moment while she transferred him; he was compliant, wondering what this was about.

"Mike Kaiser? My name is Jennifer White; I'm the principle at Dean Winchester's school," a new voice came after a brief pause. "I'm a little worried over where Dean is right now. He hasn't been at school all morning and we haven't heard from his father otherwise. We've also been trying to call his home, but with no such luck. And since you're Dean's emergency contact, we thought you might know something about this…."

It was possible that John had taken the boys and left town, but that wasn't very likely. He usually gave the schools warning before ditching town. Instead, he figured Dean just wasn't feeling well or something and John had let him stay home and had forgotten to call the school. And that Dean had fallen asleep while John was out. Or something.

"I wasn't aware he was out of school today," Bobby replied. "But I'll see what I can do in means of tracking his Daddy down." Bobby had no plans in actually trying to find the other hunter; he only told Jennifer White this because he knew it would make her happy. "Thanks for informing me."

He hung up the phone and went back to what he had been doing before the phone rang, only to have it ring again. Annoyed, but still wondering what was going on, he answered it again.

"Mike Kaiser?" a new voice asked. Bobby had been expecting it to be one of the other voices, the ones from Dean's school; he replied, and the person continued. "This is Vince Miller; I'm the head at Sam Winchester's daycare. We're used to parents letting us know when the children aren't going to be in, but have been having trouble contacting Sam's father."

Dean out of school? That was fine; Bobby knew Dean could manage on his own. But Sammy out of school? That was a completely different story. It was possible that John had just packed up and left, but something told Bobby otherwise.

"You're Sam's emergency contact number, so we were just wondering if you knew where Sammy was," Vince Miller continued.

"Honestly, I don't know where he is," Bobby replied, "but I just received a similar call from his brother's school, so I'll be looking into it. Thanks for the information."

Hanging up that particular phone for a second time that day, Bobby decided to check his voicemail, just in case any were from John or the boys.

38 the small screen read, letting him know how many messages he'd gotten. He was sure he would have had more with the number of calls he'd been ignoring since the evening before, but had guessed that the tape had run out.

After rewinding the tape inside the machine, he listened to some of the messaged.

"Singer, it's Winchester," a message from early that morning came across the speaker. "I left the boys yesterday for a seemingly easy hunt, but it's changed and I don't want to put the boys in danger by going back."

Bobby skipped forward, playing another message further into the tape. "Does no one answer their phones anymore? It's about quarter after eight, Thursday morning. I'll try you again later."

He skipped some more messages. "Don't you ever answer this damn thing?" John's voice asked, sounding annoyed.

"Damn it, John!" Bobby huffed as he grabbed his car keys. It took him a moment before he remembered that John had told him he was taking the boys to some small city in Western Washington State. With that information, he dashed out the door and to his car as quickly as he could.

It was dusk by the time Bobby arrived at the motel John and the boys were calling home that week or month or however long John Winchester planned on staying in this town. Although the drive was supposed to have taken him the whole day, he managed to cut it down by driving almost double the speed when he knew he wouldn't get caught. He just wanted to know where Dean and Sammy were and why neither was at school during the day.

It took him a while to figure out which cabin the family was calling home since there was no black Impala outside any of them, as he had expected. He had play 'detective,' as Dean had been calling it when he met the Winchesters a year and half earlier, to get the information he needed, finding the room easily after questioning the guy behind the counter in the building marked 'Office.'

Breaking into the room was easier than he liked, as the door wasn't even locked. Entering, he called out to the boys, but got only silence in the form of a reply. It was then that he noticed that some of the furniture was knocked over and some shards of broken glass in the kitchen by the table. It looked like someone had put up a struggle in the room.

He was pretty sure he knew who had been struggling. And that they had lost the battle.

AN: 20.05.2011

So incredibly sorry I haven't updated this for more than a month. I haven't written anything in about two months and it's been even longer since I've written something that I actually liked.

I can't blame exams, because those ended a long while ago, but I can blame a few WB/CW shows, because I've become addicted to them (I won't name names and point fingers). But any ways, I just thought I'd drop ya's a line of apology.

Also, I hope to have the next chapter up soon. I'm currently at least just a little shy of half way though it! (Yay! Go me! I got writer's block while trying to write this chapter a couple months ago...)

Anyways, sorry again about not updating. And thank you for all the lovely reviews and for reading! (The couple that I got recently made me remember that I had something to do and also feel a little guilty for neglecting this.)

So, sorry once again and I should have a new chapter soon! Toodles!