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"Dad do I have to?" Luke asked as he was practically dragged outside.

"I've told you before and I'll tell you again, knowledge is half of hunting. But the other half, well, it actually involves… Hunting!" Bobby handed Luke his rifle and added, "I just want you to be prepared."

"But I don't want to be a hunter." Luke pouted pushing his hair out of his face.

"And you don't have to be, but you have to be safe. I'm not always going to be around to protect you and there may come a day when, like it or not, you have to go on a hunt. I pray that day never comes but I want you to have the proper training for it if it does. Understand?"

"Yeah, I know. I just don't like hurting things."

"I know, luckily these glass bottles feel no pain." Bobby smiled and gave Luke a pat on the back. "Just do your best."

For the next few hours Bobby and Luke worked on target practice. The time flew by as Bobby gave pointers and set up multiple lines of cans and bottles. At the end of the day they returned home for a nice dinner in.

"Do you need any help?" Luke asked peering around Bobby to get a look at the big pot of chili.

"Just get washed up and set the table." Bobby said stirring.

"Hey Dad?"

"Yeah?" Bobby answered without turning.

"Can I get my hair cut soon?" Luke asked pushing the hair out of his eyes for the thousandth time that day, "It's driving me crazy."

Bobby laughed, "Yeah we can go some time after school this week."

Suddenly a phone rang.

"Here, you take over the stirring. I gotta grab that." Bobby made his way over to his many phones and picked one up, "Singer. Yeah. No, I told you that's a two man job. Are you trying to get your fool self killed?! Where are you? Stay put, I'll be there in a few hours."

Luke sighed, he hated when his dad had to help someone with a hunt. He knew his dad hated leaving him too. Bobby had left Luke with the Harvelles exactly two times to hunt. Both times had been for very good reasons and Bobby made sure to be back exactly when he promised or at least within thirty minutes of his estimated return. Even if it meant leaving another hunter to finish up. In his book , Luke always came first

"Well Luke, looks like you get to eat my dinner too. I gotta go help Rufus with something. Idjit! I told him to let someone else take care of it but no, he has to get involved." Bobby sighed. "I would drive you to The Roadhouse but I should be back tomorrow night. I think you're getting old enough to manage for a day here. What do you think?"

Luke's face lit up like a kid on Christmas, "You mean you're actually going to let me stay here by myself!?"

"I'll miss you too," Bobby laughed before turning serious. "Do you think you can handle it here alone?"

"Yeah, you can trust me." Luke loved his dad and loved spending time with him but sometimes he did feel a little smothered. "I can take care of things here."

"Alright, listen close then. Keep all the doors and windows locked and salted, do your usual Sunday chores, don't answer any phone calls unless it's me calling, if it is me I'll call the local line and let it ring three times before hanging up and calling again, and uh," Bobby took of his cap and scratched his head trying to think of any other rules he needed to lay down, "oh and no wild parties or girls."

Luke's mouth turned up in a smile, "Dad! I'm thirteen and girls don't even talk to me."

"Well, the rule stands. Can you manage all that?"

"Yes. I can do it."

"Oh, and if it gets too bad tonight you know you can always call Ellen or Pastor Jim. Or you can go to my room, or –"

"I'll be fine Dad!" Luke groaned.

"Alright," Bobby grabbed his keys, "I better get going before Rufus get's impatient and goes in guns blazing. Come here."

Bobby wrapped Luke up in a bear hug, "I love you."

"I love you too Dad."

"I'll be back tomorrow night. Don't wait up for me though; I want you in bed at nine. You have school on Monday."

"Ok, I promise."

Bobby gave Luke one last little squeeze before he headed out.

Luke heard his dad start up the car and peel out of the driveway. Then everything was quite. He was excited about having a chance to prove his responsibility but now that his dad was actually gone the house felt pretty big and pretty lonely.

The evening continued on slowly and quietly. Luke wasn't much of a TV watcher but he had flipped it on for the noise. After eating he made sure to check all the locks and salt lines. He felt like a paranoid kid but he was just making sure he did everything his dad had asked him too. After a little bit of reading, Luke got into bed.

It wasn't long before the nightmare came. It was the same one he had a few nights a week ever since he had turned twelve. Some nights were worse than others. This night was bad. Usually, Bobby would hear the cries of pain and fear and wake Luke up pretty quickly after it had started.

"Gah!" Luke shot up from sleep. He quickly spun his head around to make sure he was safe. His forehead was sweaty and his heart was racing. He had been trapped in the nightmare for what seemed like days. Light was spilling into his room from the window. If it was possible he felt even more exhausted than he had before going to sleep. More than anything he wanted to try for a few hours of peaceful sleep but he knew he needed to get his chores done. He promised to follow through on the rules.

The day wore on and it wasn't half as great as Luke thought it would be. It didn't take very long to realize that being left alone wasn't a reward, if anything it felt more like punishment. Nine o'clock came and went and Bobby hadn't returned. Luke was in bed as promised. He never said anything about being asleep. Luke sat in bed with a book, with every creak he looked out of his window checking for the lights of his Dad's car returning home.

Nine turned into ten, and then eleven and at midnight Luke decided it was time to take action.

When Ellen and Pastor Jim's phones rang and rang Luke was starting to feel pretty anxious. He haphazardly flipped through Bobby's list of contacts until he saw a name he recognized. J. Winchester.

With no other options left he picked up the phone and began to dial.

Ok please review! I hope you like where this is going. I know I jumped through Luke's/Dean's childhood but I'll return to them :)