Chapter 4

We don't exactly have family to turn to except the pastor that looked after us when dad would leave to hunt. Dad or should I say John, said to always go to him for help. I don't think going to Pastor Jim will help us much.

I still cant believe he would do that to his own son. Its been a week and neither of us have gotten a call or text from John, good lets keep it that way. I'm assuming he went to the pastor to get him to look for them. Bastard.

I'm sure I will get a call soon. Knowing John he wont give up. And I'd be damned if he so much as touches Sammy. I need a plan though. I know we can't live on the road like we always did but we can't stay in one place either.

Wait there was this old man that we went to sometimes.

"What was his name? Robby something? No Bobby...Stinger?"

"Singer. Bobby Singer Dean," Sam says dejectively.

"Right."

So South Dakota it is.

They check out of the hotel they stayed in. And make there way to Bobby's. Making stops here and there. All the while keeping an eye out for John or any hunters that happen to be in the vicinity and stay clear of them.

"Sam. I'm going to take care of you. Okay? I know-I know I failed to protect you from...him. If I had known. If...only I payed more-"

"Dean please. I don't want to talk about it. Okay. It wasn't your fault. You didn't know because I was scared to tell you. Just...leave it only right now Dean. Please ," Sam begged me.

"...alright Sammy."

The Winchester's leave Oregon in silence with the radio on as background music. Dean glances towards Sam every now and again to make sure he's alright. He is either looking out the window or sleeping.

Bobby's Place

I turn off the Impala as we pull up to Bobby's place. There's a moment of silence between us before Sam gets out. I go after him.

"Sam."

He knocks on the door as I walk up beside him. Bobby answers with a shot gun in his hands but pits it down when he sees us.

"Oh he boys. How are ya?" He asks.

"We're good Bobby. We alive ain't we? Heh."

Sam stays quiet.

"That you are. Is your asshat of a father here with you?"

We both hesistate to answer.

"Well I ain't got all day."

"No. Its just me and Sammy here."

"Everything ok?"

I glance at Sam. "Yea...everything's peachy. We're...hanging in there man."

He doesn't believe it but let us in anyway. The place is littered with bottles everywhere. Dusty old books. I mean like seriously not even a Playboy magazine in sight.

"Sorry bout the mess but I wasn't exactly expecting company. So what can I do for you boys?"

"We need a place to stay for awhile," Sam speaks up for the first time.

"I'm sorry what. In case you haven't noticed I'm not running a five star hotel here."

"Bobby...look ok. We kinda had a really bad...fall out with John. And we split the first chance we got."

"What kind of fallout?" Bobby asks arms crossed.

A/n: Hope u guys enjoyed this. Tell me how I'm doing so far and if u like it. Also what u want to c happen in upcoming chapters. I promise u we have not seen the last of dear old John Winchester. Please Review.