Disclaimer: Same as previous chapters.

Chapter 4

Hank looked over at Andrew who was fast asleep in his seat and he ruffled Andrew's hair, the boy was so sweet natured; he wasn't any problem on the trip, except those burgers that gave him the runs, that wasn't too fun.

But finally, after a week on the road, Hank was more than ready to get out and relax for awhile and stretch his legs. He wasn't looking forward to the trip home.

Bobby was waiting outside when he saw Hank's car pull up, he was happy to see Andrew but he did kind of wish that the two girls came with him, 'But maybe next time,' he thought as he walked out to meet them when he saw Andrew sleeping close to Hank.

"How was the trip down here?" Bobby asked as he looked at Andrew who was clutching a small stuffed pig.

"Great," Hank said, "But he had the runs from some greasy burgers a couple of days ago."

Bobby picked up Andrew and carried him inside while Hank came in carrying the suitcases, Hank looked around; the place looked fairly rustic.

Andrew woke up and muttered, "We here?"

"Yeah," Bobby said, "You're here," and put him down so he could look around. Bobby was glad that he removed all the bad stuff away, from him the way he was looking around and gave him a glass of holy water which Andrew drank down quickly.

Andrew looked around happily at his grandpa's house; it was big and there were books everywhere but they were a bit too far for him to reach, he looked around and walked back to his dad and grandfather.

Hank said, "You can look around later, it's late," Andrew nodded and Bobby led them to the room that they'd be staying in.

"Not tired," Andrew yawned as Hank put his pyjamas on; which was true as he had spent most of the day asleep but as he complained a bit Hank put him in bed and he quickly fell asleep again.

Bobby handed Hank a beer that he laced with holy water, he sighed; habits die hard but he couldn't be too safe, especially with his grandson in the house but he supposed that being a hunter made him suspicious.

Hank said, "It tastes a bit watered down."

"Yeah, it's an acquired taste," Bobby said as he drank his beer down and looked at Hank, "So how long are you guys going to be here for?"

"Don't know," Hank said, "I was planning on staying for a couple of days and driving back, I wish I could stay for the whole couple of weeks but I got work and I can't stay."

Bobby nodded and Hank pulled an envelope that held Andrew's ticket and gave it to him and said, "His plane leaves in three weeks."

"Oh," Bobby said as he looked at the ticket and nodded, he didn't quite think it was right for a kid Andrew's age going by himself but at least it wasn't the bus.

Hank went up to his room and fell asleep, it was a long trip and he didn't have to sleep in a damned motel or hotel room, at least for a couple of days.

The next day, Andrew woke up earlier than his dad and began to wander around the house, he thought his grandpa was asleep too when he heard someone walking around, he saw his grandpa making something in a pot.

Bobby saw his grandson looking at him from outside the kitchen and waved him in and said, "You want some oatmeal?"

Andrew nodded and climbed onto a chair and ate the oatmeal his grandpa made while listening to his Grandpa telling him what they would be doing together while he was there visiting.

"Here, go watch some television," Bobby said as he heard Hank get up and come down the stairs. Hank rubbed Andrew's hair and then he and Bobby started to talk about some stuff.

Andrew yawned; he didn't want to listen to adults talk so he watched TV.

The first day was alright but Andrew wished Buffy had come with them because he was bored; Grandpa Bobby had a puppy but it didn't seem to want to play with him, no matter how often he tried to get the dog to play.

So he just watched TV and listened to his Grandfather and Daddy talk, he knew Daddy had to leave soon because he had work and he was going to miss him but he was only going to be here for another day, maybe there would be some other kids to play with.

Later that night the phone rang and Bobby picked up and frowned when he heard John Winchester's voice on the other side of the line; it seems that he was town and needed some help with a hunt. Bobby wanted to tell him to go to hell but he couldn't do it but he didn't want Andrew to be left alone and he had a problem telling John about him too as John never had a problem with taking his kids on a hunt.

Hank saw Bobby come out with a dark look on his face and looked worried; he wondered who was on the phone that put him in such a bad mood.

Bobby groaned as he sat down, he couldn't just ask Hank to take Andrew when he left as Hank was going to leave in the morning and he did want Andrew to stay with him, he began to think that maybe he could convince John to leave the boys here with him and Andrew; John just did need some supplies and he'd only be here for a day or two.

"Is there something wrong?" Hank asked as Bobby sat thinking.

"Nah. nothin's wrong; just some old friends came calling, it'll be fine," Bobby said as he patted Andrew's head.

"Okay," Hank said not sure he believed the words coming out of Bobby's mouth, the guy was worried about something but he knew he wouldn't hurt Andrew.

"Hey kiddo," Bobby said to Andrew who was looking at some of the books just out of his reach, wondering how he could get to them when Bobby said, "My friend has some kids, one of them near your age."

Andrew nodded and looked happy; there would be some kids he could play with. He yawned, 'It was getting boring here though, Grandpa said they'd go around and explore the city and there were a lot of things there for me to do.'

The next day Hank left he gave his son a hug before he left and said that he'd be there for him when the plane landed.

Andrew was alone with his grandpa, who was preparing things. Andrew watched as he pulled out a gun and quickly did what he was told as guns scared him, always did.

Bobby got the stuff that John told him that he needed as he wanted to keep Andrew's time with John limited as possible, not that John wasn't a good man, he was but he was obsessed with finding the creature that killed his wife. He understood the reasons but he never approved of how he went about it dragging his kids with him, neglectin their schooling. What kind of childhood was that for them, hell, Sammy was just about Buffy's age and Dean was ten.

Andrew heard his grandfather curse out loud, he had no idea what the word was though; he heard daddy say that word when some car cut him off and daddy said it was a bad word.

Bobby came out and said, "Wait in your room until I say it's alright, okay?"

Andrew nodded, something in Grandpa's voice scared him and he ran into his room and waited. He heard a loud knock at the door, his Grandpa sounding angry and he waited, he heard his grandpa call him down.

He walked down the stairs and saw a couple of boys look back at him curiously, he walked towards them. Bobby said, "Andrew, this is Sammy and Dean; they're the kids of a man who comes over to my house every now and then."

"Hi," Andrew said hesitantly as he looked at them, they knew his Grandpa so they couldn't be bad kids, could they?

"Where are their mommy and daddy?" Andrew asked as he looked around.

Dean was about to answer when Bobby gave him a look that said 'be quiet about the hunting.' Dean couldn't understand it; if this kid was Bobby's grandson why didn't he want him knowing about hunting? It was so cool; his dad was like a superhero: he killed bad creatures and Bobby helped him but why didn't Bobby want his grandson to know about hunting?

"Hi," Sam replied to Andrew and they began to talk.

Bobby said, "Dean, I'm trusting you to not scare Andrew with stories your pa told you, okay?"

Dean nodded and sighed; this was going to be boring as he wanted to go hunting with his dad but he had to look after Sammy.

Andrew just looked at the two brothers, he tried to ask him some questions but it seemed Dean didn't like him much but Sam was nice. As they talked Sam dragged him outside so they could play, Dean ran after them to look out for both of them and Bobby sighed; Dean had better keep his mouth shut about hunting.

'Sam's just like Buffy,' Andrew thought, 'Always pulling me somewhere to play,' but at least he wanted to play not like Dean, who simply watched him play with Sam.

Dean didn't know what to make of Bobby's grandson; he didn't seem to be a bad kid but then again he looked kind of soft, like he got spoiled or way too many hugs.

"So," Dean said, "Where'd you come from?"

"Umm," Andrew said as he tried to remember the name of his city, it was a big name and said, "LA, where'd you come from?"

Dean smirked, "Kansas but we move around a lot with our dad."

Sam muttered, "I hate moving around like this. I can't even make that many friends; I don't even know what dad does for a living."

"Where's your mommy?" Andrew asked.

"She died in a car accident," Sam said, "When I was just a baby," while Dean flinched at the question.

Dean looked at Andrew and said, "So where's your parents?"

Andrew said, "Daddy had to go back this morning and mommy and my sisters had to go visit their grandma."

That answer puzzled Dean; didn't Andrew have the same grandma as his sisters? He ran back in and asked Bobby about who told him what Andrew meant.

"Oh," Dean said, "They're not his real family?"

Bobby frowned and said, "Kid, they treat him as he IS family, his parents and I mean they are his real family; they care for him better than his," and he made a face, "Real parents did."

Dean shook his head and muttered, "Don't understand, dad says family is all you can count on."

Bobby shook his head and said, "Not all family is blood related, Andrew's proof of that as his adoptive family loves him. You shoulda seen his big sister drag him everywhere, they're good people."

"But," Dean said, "He's your grandson, why doesn't he live with you?" He wanted to know because he wanted to try to figure it out.

"It's my lifestyle; I'm a hunter," Bobby said, "And Andrew deserves a normal life with a normal family and that's something I couldn't give him, though I might move out west to be closer to him. I want to see him more often."

"Hey," Dean said, "Dad takes me hunting and I'm fine."

Bobby sighed, this was his big problem with John: Dean knew about the hunting and supernatural creatures, he loved hearing about them and Bobby could tell that he was going to be following in his dad's footsteps but Sammy, as he looked out and saw Sammy and Andrew playing, Sammy had no idea what his dad did and he had a feeling that this was going to lead to trouble with the two of them.

Dean just sighed, Bobby looked thoughtful, he wanted to read some of Bobby's books but it looked like Bobby hid all his demon and monster books.

"If you're looking for the books; they're being hidden while Andrew's here," Bobby said.

"Crap," Dean muttered and he walked out to see what Andrew and Sam where up to, he looked out and saw that they were just playing so he decided that he'd have to keep an eye on them both.

Sam waved Dean over and tried to get him to play with them but Dean wasn't interested really; after all he was ten and they were still little kids, especially Andrew as he was smaller than both of them but maybe he'd give him a chance.

Andrew was getting thirsty and he ran in to get some water when he saw an old car drive in, he stared at it curiously wondering who was visiting when Dean ran up and yelled, "Dad!"

John came out and saw his boys and reminded himself why he was hunting again instead of having a normal life with them, when he saw the smaller blonde boy and waved at him and said, "Could you get your grandpa out here?"

Andrew nodded and ran in and told Bobby, who quickly told him to get back in his room so he could talk to his friend, "Yes Grandpa," Andrew said as he ran into his room.

John came in and said, "So that's the little guy, he's a cute little guy."

"Yeah," Bobby said, "So did you get the creature you're looking for?"

"Yep but I wasn't able to save one of the victims," he said angrily.

'That was regrettable,' Bobby sighed as he took the equipment John borrowed from him and put it away, 'It wasn't a good way for anyone to go,' he looked back as John hugged his children. He was a good father he supposed, he just wished that John would take better care of those two boys rather than leaving them alone in motels all the time.

John looked at Bobby and said, "You mind if I stay here for a bit? The Impala needs some work done on it."

"Yeah, I suppose so," Bobby said, "But remember: Nothing about hunting or demons monsters in front of Andrew. I'd like to shield him from this life as much as I could."

John nodded and went out to work on the car, Dean ran out after him and Bobby sighed as Sam asked if he could play with Andrew some more. "Yeah," Bobby said, "Go play with him."

Sam ran upstairs to drag Andrew out to play with him.

TBC

Poll question: Will Dean and John keep their promise not to tell Andrew about hunting? and also I changed my idea about a Sam/Buffy pairing, there'll most likely be a Dean/Buffy pairing eventually still I'd like some ideas for Andrew pairing and please keep in mind that it's going to be slash with him.

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