John had to call Bobby at that point and ask the man to come immediately and pick his son's up and take them back to his house for a bit. He had handcuffed Henry to the living room radiator and went to the bedroom to wake them up and get them and their belongings ready.

"Why are we going to Bobby's?" Dean asked as he stuffed a shirt into his bag. John reached out to tug the shirt free and folded it, making sure that Dean was watching.

"There's something I need to do and I want you boys safe." John told him, glancing at Sam who was painstakingly packing his books carefully into his bag.

"Is it about that guy last night?" Dean asked, taking the now folded shirt from John and putting it away.

"Yes."John said. "I'm trying to figure something out, I'll come get you boys when I do."

Sam and Dean shared a look and then looked back at their dad, Sam was clutching onto a stuffed worn out dog and he hugged it to his chest.

"How long we gotta be at Bobbys?" Sam asked, curling his hand around the ear of the dog .

"Don't know buddy, I'll try to be fast." John assured him. Outside he could hear Bobby's trucks horn sound. "There's Bobby, he'll get you boys breakfast."

Dean helped Sam to put his jacket on and then the boys slid their backpacks on and Dean took Sam's hand in his. "Are you gonna eat?"

"Later." John promised him. "Just gotta do a couple of things first."

Dean adopted a semi stern look on his face. "You gotta eat dad." he told him.

John laughed softly and reached out to ruffle his hair. "I will, don't worry." he could hear Bobby's horn once more. "Now lets go before Bobby drives off."

John stepped to the side and herded the boys out, using his body to shield them from Henry's gaze. He could see Henry trying to get a glimpse of the boys, moving as much as the handcuffs let him. When Sam tried to look around John he just reached out and gently turned his sons face away.

He didn't want his sons to even see Henry, let alone allow the man to see his sons. He tried to push down the over protectiveness rising in him and thankfully they were outside.

He hugged the boys and helped them into the back of Bobby's truck. He nodded at the other man who nodded back, their original and first agreement still in effect.

If something happened to him then Bobby would take care of the boys.

Stepping back he watched as BObby got onto the road and drove away, smiling and waving when he saw the boys looking back at him once more.

Taking a deep breath he went back into the motel room, staring at Henry who easily watched him back.

"They seem nice." he said softly. "From what I've seen, you're a good dad. You sent them away?"

"Not just going to let them stay here." John said, leaning against the wall and staring at the man. "Or abaddon them."

Henry looked pained for a moment. "John I never wanted to-"

"Don't-." John interrupted. "I don't care. You said that my wife was killed by a demon, that's what I care about. Demnos are rare and there are very few possessions, only the weakest of minds get possessed, why would they target my wife?"

"I don't know, but it all fits, there are not a lot of monstres out there that can do what you told me." Henry said before he paused for a moment. "Technically three but the last two aren't native to America."

John ignored that for a moment. "How do I find this demon?"

Henry breathed out slowly. "To do anything even remotely close to that, first you need to figure out which demon and from the sounds of it it sounds powerful, we need more help."

"I already have contacts in the hunting community." John said going to his notebook. "What do I need to tell them?"

Henry shook his head. "Not that kind of help, hunters," he couldn't completely keep the distaste out of his voice. "Aren't the kind of people that we should ask for help from or could help."

"I'm a hunter." John told him in a warning tone. "Then where the hell do we get help?"

Henry glanced towards his jacket. "There's a small box there, can you get it for me?"

John went to the jacket and pulled the jacket out. Ignoring Henry's extended hand he looked it over and slowly slid an opening, revealing a heavy silver key. "What's this for?"

"Its for where we need to go." Henry told him. "Lebanon, Kansas. The men of letters bunker."

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