Chapter 4 – Family Trouble
Things had been looking up for the Winchesters. They had been able to send on another out on occasion, Castiel appearing sometimes as well, to take care of monster cases, that they found and that Bobby had requested they go on. They hadn't told Bobby about his grandson, though, so the two decided to tell him.
"How do you think he'll react?" Sam asked, frowning slightly. Dean shrugged.
"Dunno. We'll have to find out ourselves. What do you think?"
Sam shrugged. "Sounds good to me. Let's do it."
"Wait, don't we need Cas?"
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Why do we need C-" he didn't finish when he was greeted with Dean's eyes practically burning into his soul. Then he remembered; Castiel was Anthony's other dad. "Uh. Right, right, yeah okay… Sure…" He mumbled, sniffling slightly in nervousness, and clearing his throat.
Dean nodded, obviously pleased, and turned around looking up at the ceiling. "Err… Castiel; Castiel; get your feathery ass down here please." He spoke. He turned around, and jumped slightly at his angel's appearance.
"Dean, I would've expected you to at least be a little bit nicer…." He mumbled, frowning.
"Sorry Cas; you know I didn't mean it." Dean said, feeling partly guilty at his actions.
Cas nodded his head slightly, and looked at Sam and back at Dean. "What do you require?"
"We're bringing Anthony to Bobby."
"Bobby? I do not think he would enjoy learning that we are raising a vampire."
"Well, we'll have to try and make him understand." Dean said, completely set on the whole parenthood goal of his. "Shall we?"
Castiel looked at a hesitant Sam. "What do you believe?"
"I think we should go if Dean really wants to." The younger brother said, shrugging. "I… I'm okay with it, I just don't want Anthony getting his head cut off."
"He won't, okay? I'll protect him. From you too, if I must."
"Dean, I just-"
"No one's going to hurt him, Sam. Not you, not Bobby, not any of those damn bloodsucking bastards either!" Dean snarled. Castiel placed a hand on the Winchester's shoulder.
"Dean, calm down; he is just attempting to be helpful. Why don't we just go and see Bobby?" Cas offered, staring at Dean with the familiar sympathetic glance he had. Dean looked at him, and nodded, as he pushed past them, and walked on. Castiel sighed, and followed, casting a glance at Sam, as we kept pace with his lover. As they continued walking, Castiel decided to transport all of them. Dean looked around in order to get used to his surroundings; the quick transportation that Castiel did was fine, but it was still a bit complicated to adjust to the quick change in settings sometimes.
"Thanks Cas." He said, in his rough and raspy voice.
Castiel smiled slightly at him. "Of course, Dean."
"What the hell do you three idjits want?" A familiar, old, country-accent filled voice questioned. The boys turned to look at Bobby Singer; his dusty, gray hair under his trucker cap, with a familiar beard and moustache combination.
"Hey, Bobby!" Sam said, cheerfully, as he stepped forward. Bobby didn't look too happy to see him; more so confused and annoyed.
"You haven't answered my question."
"Err… Dean and Cas want to show you something." Sam said, stepping back, and allowing the said couple to step forward.
"Dean, if it's about you guys getting married, I think-"
"Actually, Bobby, it's something better." Dean responded, grinning ear to ear at his obvious excitement of telling Bobby about the bundle in his hands – which Bobby had just realized was there.
"What's the bundle? Some weird, Aztec weapon or something?" He joked, still annoyed.
Dean grinned. "No, even better." He looked at the tiny human in his arms, as he handed it to Bobby, who took it with exceptional care.
"Dean, what in the- what in the hell!?"
Dean winced slightly. "Err, you don't mind him, do you?"
"What the hell is this?" He looked over at Sam, who had been quiet throughout the whole affair.
"Well, you see Bobby…."
Dean looked at Sam, silencing him. "I got it Sam." He turned back around to face the old man. "I… Well, me and Castiel here are going to raise him."
Bobby looked dumbstruck. "Dean, what in the hell is you…" He began, but then he paused when he noticed Dean's expression. One of pure pride, and obviously one that was not joking about the words he had just uttered. "Are you serious, Dean? You guys can barely sustain yourselves, how in the hell are you gonna take care of a baby?" He questioned, looking at them, bewildered.
"Sam asked us the same thing…"
"Let alone one of its dad's is a hunter, and the other's a goddamn angel. Dean, how are you going to educate it?"
"Well, my dad managed to get me enrolled-"
"Dean, your father had you enrolled at the very beginning, and actually knew that in the hell he was doing. You two boys probably haven't raised anything in your life, let alone a human."
"I raised Sammy just fine." Dean snapped, angered at Bobby's responses.
"Yeah, well…" Bobby didn't really know how to respond, instead letting out a puff of air in his annoyance. "Dean, I don't know what game your playing at, but I still don't think this is a good idea. I'm just saying."
Dean glared at him. "Yeah, well, maybe I don't give a crap about what you think!"
"So why'd you bring him here?" Bobby questioned, shaking his head.
Dean paused. "W-what?"
Bobby looked at him, and raised an eyebrow. "…Why'd you bring him here?"
Dean paused and looked at Sam, then to Cas. "I, uh… I was just going to introduce him to you."
"Do you have a name picked out for him?"
Dean was slightly shocked at how quickly Bobby's mood had changed. "Uh, yeah; Anthony."
"Anthony? What the hell kind of name is Anthony?"
"What, do you have a better name?"
Bobby gave him a look, but didn't respond, as he sighed and left. "Whatever..."
Castiel looked at Bobby, to Dean. "I am confused; is he on board, or…?"
"Yes, I'm fine with you… raising him… just don't try to make me give him any milk formulas or whatever."
"You won't have to."
Bobby turned. "What, are you going to do it?"
Castiel spoke up. "No, he does not require any food of the sort; only blood."
Bobby stared at him, mouth agape slightly. "…Blood? What in the hell for?"
Castiel spoke again; which was something he should've stopped doing.
"The child is a vampire." He said. "I offered the name Dracula, but he didn't like it." The angel continued, motioning to Dean.
Bobby stared at the trio. "Please tell me you're joking."
Castiel looked confused. "Err… was there something funny in what I was saying?" He questioned, looking at Dean for help, who was covering his face with his hand.
Bobby quickly caught on, and let out another loud, annoyed sigh. "Oh what in the hell you two, come on. Why would you do this to me? You're raising a damn vampire, for Christ's sake, and you're a hunter; not to mention he's a damn angel!"
Dean coughed again. "We'll figure it out, Bobby."
"Damn right you will; last thing I want is for you to kill your own child!" With that, Bobby left them.
