Dean was still glaring at his brother, when they heard Bobby calling their names. They went downstairs and found him in the living room.

"I got him good." Sam smirked.

"Just wait." Dean said, although he couldn't help but smile.

"Your Daddy just called." Bobby said, sitting down in his recliner. "He'll be here in a couple days."

"Really?" Sam smiled, "That's great."

Bobby saw a mixture of relief and sadness in Dean's eyes.

"Sammy." Bobby said. "Head on up to bed, Dean will be up in a bit. I need his help with something."

"Can I help too?" Sam asked, not wanting to go to bed yet. Even though the young boy was still yawning.

"Not this time, now go on to bed."

"Yes Sir." He hugged Bobby. "Night Uncle Bobby."

"Good night Sammy."

Bobby waited until Sam went upstairs, then he motioned for Dean to come closer. Once the nine-year-old was close enough, Bobby picked him up and sat him on his lap.

"Is Dad okay?" Dean wanted to know.

"He's just fine, Dean." Bobby replied. He didn't mention the fact that the man sounded empty and brokenhearted when he called.

"Did….did he find it?" Dean's voice was soft.

"No." Bobby replied. "He followed every single lead he had, but didn't find anything."

Dean nodded, and tried to stop the tears from falling. He was hoping that this hunting trip would end it, that their Dad would finally find the creature responsible for his Mom's death. That they could have a normal life. His Dad promised him that this lifestyle was only temporary, that once he killed the creature that killed his wife, then he would stop hunting. That they would settle down. Dean prayed that that time would come way before Sam found out the truth. Before Sam knew that the monsters were real.

Bobby saw the tears and wrapped the young boy into a hug; Dean buried his face into Bobby's chest and let the tears flow. The soft crying turned into sobs and Bobby held him tighter. He continued to hold him, even after the young boy drifted off to sleep.

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The next couple days went by without incident, and too soon for Bobby's liking it was time for John's return. The hunter knew he'd miss the boys immensely when they left, he did every time.

He was sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning newspaper, when he heard the familiar sound of the Impala pull to a stop. A few minutes later, the door opened.

"In the kitchen." Bobby called out.

John walked into the kitchen and slumped down in a chair. His eyes had dark circles around them, he looked as if he hadn't shaven in several days, and he looked exhausted.

"You look like hell." Bobby remarked.

"Thanks." John replied. "The boys still asleep?"

"Yep. And you should be too, you know where my room is. Why don't you sleep for a bit."

"Think I'll take you up on that offer." John said. "How'd it go here?"

"Just fine."

"The boys didn't give you any trouble?"

"No more then I can handle."

"I really do appreciate you looking after them, Bobby."

"Not a problem, you've got a couple great kids."

"I know." John smiled.

"No go to bed, get some rest."

"Okay, thanks." John stood up. "Wake me by noon, I want to leave this afternoon."

"No rush." Bobby said. "You're welcomed to stay here for a few days to recuperate."

"Thanks for the offer, but we best be moving on."

John went upstairs and looked in on his sons, smiling at the scene in front of him. Sam was snuggled in close to Dean, and the older boy had an arm draped across Sam. John stood there for a few moments, watching his sons sleep. Then he went into Bobby's bedroom and fell into bed, falling asleep within moments.

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Half an hour later, two sleepy boys walked into the kitchen.

"Morning boys." Bobby said, as he poured them bowls of cereal and glasses of orange juice.

"Morning Uncle Bobby." They chorused.

"Listen up." Bobby said, sitting down. "I need you two to be very quite. Your Daddy is in my bedroom asleep, he made it in about half an hour ago. He's really tired and needs his sleep."

"Daddy's back?" Sam smiled, around a mouthful of Lucky Charms.

"He okay?" Dean asked.

"He's fine, just tired." Bobby assured him.

"When can I see him?" Sam asked, excitedly.

"He wants up around noon, he wants to leave soon after."

"We gotta go?" Sam's smile faded.

"Yeah, but don't worry." Bobby smiled. "You'll be back to visit. Now hurry up and finish your breakfast, then we can go outside. I want to get the tire repaired on that old Chevy I got in the other day."

After eating their cereal, the boys and Bobby started to go outside. But Dean stopped in the living room and looked up the stairs. As if he was reading the young boy's mind, Bobby said. "Go on up and check on him, but be very quite."

"Yes Sir."

Dean went upstairs and stood in the doorway of Bobby's room. His Dad was sound asleep, and Dean could hear soft snores coming from the bed. Assured that his Dad was indeed okay, Dean went back downstairs and outside.

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A few minutes before noon, Dean and Sam went into Bobby's room.

"Shhhh." Dean shushed his little brother, who was giggling. Then he whispered. "On the count of three. One. Two. Three."

Both boys ran and jumped onto the bed, shouting. "Raise and shine!"

John woke the instant they hit the bed and sit up quickly.

"Uncle Bobby said to get your lazy bones outta bed, Daddy." Sam said, launching himself into the man's arms and hugging him.

John wrapped his youngest son in a one arm hug, motioning for Dean with the other arm. The nine-year-old happily joined in and John wrapped him in a tight hug.

"I've missed you two." John said, still holding them.

"We missed you too, Dad." Dean replied.

"Yeah." Sam said. "We had fun with Uncle Bobby, but we still missed you a whole bunch."

John released them and asked. "Where is Bobby?"

"Making lunch." Dean replied.

"Go and give him a hand." John said. "I'm going to take a shower, I'll be down in a minute."

"Okay." Sam said, jumping off of the bed and running from the room.

"Dean." John said, his voice serious.

"Yes Sir?"

"Did Bobby tell you that I didn't have much luck?"

"Yes Sir."

"I'll find the thing responsible." John said, his voice confident.

"I know." Dean said, his voice too was confident. He wanted to add that he hoped that he found it soon, but didn't.

"Go on." John said, standing up. "I'll be down directly."

"Yes Sir."

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Two hours later, the Impala was packed up and the Winchesters were saying their goodbyes to Bobby.

"Thanks again for watching the boys." John said, as him and Bobby stood on the front steps of Bobby's house.

"Anytime you need someone to look after them, you know where I am." Bobby replied. "I like having them around."

As the two men were talking, they did not notice a furry black and white animal walk past them. nor did they notice when the animal climbed into the opened door of the Impala.

"That's everything, Dad." Dean said, as him and Sam walked out of the house. Dean was carrying a child's Batman quilt. They kept the quilt in the backseat along with a few toys and books to keep the two boys entertained.

"Bye boys." Bobby said, sadly. He was going to miss them.

"Bye Uncle Bobby." Sam said, wrapping his small arms around his waist. "We'll miss you."

"I'll miss you two, Sammy." Bobby carded his hand through he little boy's hair.

"Bye Uncle Bobby." Dean said, also hugging him.

"Come on boys." John said.

Dean and Sam climbed into the back seat and buckled their seatbelts, and John slid in behind the wheel. With a final wave to Bobby, John started the car and drove away. He had just pulled out onto the highway, when he noticed something black and white laying in the passenger seat.

"Keep your toys back there kiddos." He chuckled, reaching to grab the object and toss it into the backseat. As soon as he touched it and it moved, John knew he was in trouble. He slammed on the brakes and was about to tell the boys to get out, but it was too late. The skunk, not having liked being woken up, turned and raised his tail into the air. Spraying John with the foul smelling mist.

Dean, recognizing the smell, grabbed the Batman quilt and quickly covered himself and his little brother.

John practically fell out of the car, coughing and gagging. Dean and Sam quickly climbed out of the car as well, keeping a good distance between them and their Dad.

"I didn't get sprayed this time." Sam smirked.

Dean stared in shock at the car. "It sprayed the Impala." He said.

"And your old man." John glared at his oldest son.

"Guess we'll be staying with Uncle Bobby for a few more days." Sam said, smiling.

"Looks that way." John replied. "Come on boys, I need a bath."

John started walking back to Bobby's, with Sam following several feet behind. He didn't want to get too close to his Daddy at the moment. Dean started to follow, but stopped when he saw the skunk walking towards the side of the road.

"Thanks fella." Dean smiled. Then he turned and ran towards his Uncle Bobby's house, passing Sam and John along the way.

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THE END

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