-Later that Day-

Pulling into the driveway of his rented home Rich killed the engine of his car and sighed contently. Another smooth day of hunting with nothing going wrong and three more evil sons of bitches were ganked and burned. Maybe he should consider teaming up with that John Winchester guy. By the past few days they've been hunting, John seemed to know his work. A new hunting partner would mean Rich would have smoother days and more time to spend with his boys….But that was something to consider later. Right now Rich was just glad to be home earlier than usual so he could actually have a meal with his boys and not leave Michael in charge of getting himself and Andrew dinner.

"You're going down, Andrasaurus!"

Rich grinned when he heard Michael call Andrew by his dinosaur name after getting out of the car. They must have adjusted well to their new school. Thank God. Rich couldn't bare forcing Andrew to go anywhere that just made him miserable, and he was tired of watching Andrew sulk in sorrow over school. Yes, maybe this move wasn't so bad after all. His kids were happy, seemed to be well adjusting, making friends, and…wait a second…friends? Was that another voice roaming around the Keller yard?

"Dean, head 14 paces south! I'm zooming in on two rare species of dinosaur!" Michael called out.

"Too late! They're on the move!" Dean, or Rich assumed it was this "Dean," character calling as he slowly inched his way to look around the side of the house in the backyard.

"Move! Move! Move!" Michael shouted just as Rich caught a glimpse of his son running around with some other kid his age, and saw Andrew and another little boy Andrew's age roared and held their hands up like they were dinosaurs, chasing after the two older boys.

"What the…" Rich muttered as none of the kids even noticed he was there. They were too involved with their game of…Soldiers and Dinosaurs? He watched as Michael and this Dean kid shot at Andrew and whoever the chestnut haired boy was with the two play replica rifles the Keller family owned. The younger boys just kept roaring before they quickened their pace and tackled their respective brothers. All went down tumbling and laughing.

"Michael Joseph Keller!" Rich put a stop to the boys' fun. Michael's smile dropped and the color seemed to drain out of his little face at light speed, and his eyes went wide when he saw his father standing there, arms crossed over his chest, temper in tow.

"Dad! You're uh…you're home! …Early…" Michael tried to force a smile but right about now, he was pissing his pants. His father shouldn't have been home until after dinner!

"Yeah, I'm home early. What is this," Rich demanded to know.

"Um…well…Andrew and I are playing Soldiers and Dinosaurs…" Michael said. But Rich just gave him another look for him to continue and explain why he clearly defied his number one rule of opening their home's door to strangers! "Dad, this is Dean, and his little brother Sammy. We met them at school. Andrew and Sammy are in the same class, and so are me and Dean."

"Same class, huh?" Rich asked. "Well, I think it's time for Dean and Sammy to go on home and for you and Andrew to get off the ground and to get your little butts inside." Rich bit through his teeth as he pointed towards the house. Assuming that Dean and Sammy merely lived in one of the houses on the block he sent them on their merry way and followed his two dragging-their-feet boys into the house."

But before they were off the property completely, Sammy turned to Andrew and said, "Goodbye, Andrew," and gave a small wave, puppy dog eyes on.

Andrew turned around just as he reached his front door and softly said, "Bye Sammy…"

-That Night-

Little Sammy Winchester sat on his bed mindlessly coloring a picture of him, Dean, Michael, and Andrew playing Soldiers and Dinosaurs at the Keller family's rented home and sighed. Dean was lying flat on his stomach, sucked into some car show that was being aired on the TV, seemingly lost.

"Dean," Sammy said.

"Yeah?" Dean turned to look over at his brother. "You ok, squirt?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Sammy nodded. "Do you think Andrew and Michael are gonna get in big trouble?"

"Well…that's up to their dad, Sammy," Dean said.

"He looked and sounded really really mad, like when Daddy gets really really mad."

"I know, kiddo, but we still have school tomorrow. I'm sure we'll see them there." Dean tried looking on the bright side for his little bro. But honestly, he wasn't fully expecting to see Michael tomorrow in his class.

Sammy wasn't so sure. "But what if their daddy sends them to a different school?"

"He wouldn't do that, Sammy!" Dean smiled as he stood up and ruffled the kid's hair. "What other school could be possibly send them to?" Dean asked after hopping up on the bed with Sam.

Sammy shrugged looking down at his picture, his face all gloomy and full of worry. He really liked Andrew! Andrew was fun to play with and he was nice! Sammy got along well with him and Andrew seemed to go to a lot of different schools just like him! And Andrew had a big brother who was in Dean's class! And Dean and Michael got along great! He hoped he was going to see Andrew at school tomorrow.

When John Winchester came home later that night, he found both of his boys in the back room, sharing a bed. Both were clean and in their pajamas, but the way Sammy cuddled into Dean, and the way Dean seemed to wrap his arm around his little brother in assurance, even in sleep, worried John. Just the fact alone that the boys were in the same bed would have said enough for John. Something must have happened. Most likely something at school had happened because the boys knew to go straight home after school. That was an order.

John sighed, shaking his head as he walked out of his sons' temporary room. He really hoped none of this was caused by that Charlie brat in Sammy's class…

Opening the fridge, grabbing a beer, and popping it open John had to think of the one thing that had gone smoothly. That hunter…what was his name again? Rick? No…Rich! Rich Keller. Thank whatever higher power that sent Rich John's way when those grubby ghouls had a tight hold on him. Not many things were able to sneak up on him like that and flip his plan over, but those two…truly they must have known he was onto them, even after a month of tracking, planning, and waiting.

John considered working with the guy again. They had a pretty productive day. After the ghoul killing and torching, John and Rich had salted and burned a few sets of bones, hopefully putting the restless spirits to rest. And they even grabbed a beer during happy hour at one of the local bars.

'Not too shabby,' John thought before he took another sip of his beer and nodded.