Bobby yelled from the kitchen, "Johnny you care for chili?""

John walked into the kitchen, "You don't have to cook anything. I can cook for myself."

"You're in my house you'll eat the food I cook. You don't like it tough."

"It's not that. I just don't want to be of any trouble."

Bobby rolled his eyes, "You ain't any trouble. You've been damn near saint like the whole time you've been here just quietly reading that bible of yours. Now how do you feel about chili having a little zing to it?"

"I like spicy foods" John replied

Bobby sprinkled some habanero sauce into the pot, "Good thing ya do. Maybe after dinner do you wanna go out play a little baseball?"

"I like baseball."

Bobby chuckled, "Well that's a start. So far we know you like two things: spicy foods, and baseball. Anything else you want to let me know about you."

John sat down at the table, "Are we gonna have a slumber party now where we share secrets. Neither of us have long enough hair to braid."

Bobby poured John a bowl of chili and set out a packet of crackers. John murmured, "Thank you."

Bobby asked, "Why do you read that bible so much anyway. I know I don't have toys or anything, but I've got cable."

"It was a gift and some of the stories in it are fairly interesting even if they're a little farfetched. I also went to bible school so…"

"You were raised in a religious environment?"

"I lived in a Catholic monastery for a while."

"Guess you were never introduced to cartoons then."

John said, "The chili's good. Thank you."

Bobby poured himself up a bowl, "No problem." He wanted to know more about his grandson, but he didn't want to pressure him. That would just end badly for everyone. The Kid would get pissed, maybe run off, Dean would get pissed, Archangel Michael would be pissed, and it'd just be like lighting up a stick no a whole crate of dynamite. Maybe asking about his name wouldn't hurt.

"John. Good name Dean's old man's name was John Winchester."

"Yeah I know."

"You're John Winchester too."

Bobby didn't miss how the boy's face had turned beet red. He stammered, "John-John Ro-Robert Winchester. That's my full name….if it's okay."

Bobby blinked. John Robert Winchester. That kid knew damn well that Dean dad was named that, and it didn't look like Mom was a big player on the table. Kid also read the books about Sam and Dean's life. It all clicked in Bobby's head. That boy had named himself John Winchester after his Dad's dad. Then there was the matter of Robert: Bobby being the shortening of the name Robert. Bobby couldn't help but smile. He tried to cover it up by taking a drink of beer.

He asked, "You named you're self didn't you Boy?"

John nearly had hid his entire face hiding in his chili, "Yes Sir I did."

"Did you have a name before?"

"No Sir."

Bobby lifted Johnny's chin up, "Well then John Robert Winchester is a fine name then. I approve. "

Laughing John said, "I'll do the dishes."

Bobby had learned two things while playing baseball with John: One that kid was as agile as a little monkey, Two he might have thrown out his shoulder because the boy never seemed to miss a catch much to Bobby's efforts. The Kid may act like he's twenty, but eight year olds went to bed at 9 as it was a newly instated rule. John was too worn out to put up more of a fight other than some quiet grumbling. He said he'd be fine on the couch, but Bobby wasn't going to take that either. He marched the kid upstairs to brush his teeth, and then he put him up in the old room Dean and Sam used whenever they stopped by. Bobby was trying to figure out if stories were appropriate or not at his age, or if he needed tucked in when his phone rang. Dean said the hunt was easy, that they just needed to clean up and rest then they'd be on their way back tomorrow.

Bobby said, "Well me and John Robert Winchester are doing alright. You wanna talk to him?"

Dean's voice buzzed through the phone, "John Robert Winchester?"

"Ask him yourself." Bobby tossed the phone to John. John hesitantly put the phone to his ear, "Hey Dean. How'd the hunt go?"

Dean asked, "So you're going by John Robert Winchester now?"

"I chose that name for myself."

Dean's chuckle sounded deeper through the phone, "It's alright kid. Just don't stroke Bobby's ego too much. We burned the Ruguru and we'll be back there tomorrow. You haven't given Bobby too much trouble have ya?"

"I've been good but only because the guy cooks good chili. We played baseball and I helped him translate some text from Italian yesterday."

"You can read Italian?"

"Yeah, Italian wine's pretty good too you should try it."

"I've never been one for wine but I might take it up if it's your suggestion."

"Is Uncle Sammy okay? You guys aren't hurt or anything right?"

The other end of the line crackled in silence. For a second John had thought he had accidently hung up on Dean until he said, "We're fine." John came to the realization of what he had said and passed the phone to Bobby. He burrowed underneath his covers leaving Bobby puzzled. Bobby asked, "What in the hell did you say?"

Dean grumbled, "I didn't say anything bad alright! We'll be home tomorrow." The line went dead. Bobby couldn't believe that Dean had just hung up on him. Sighing he patted the lump he assumed was John's back but he couldn't really tell, "Whatever Dean said don't worry about it okay. Just after hunt adrenaline and all. Get some rest alright kid."

John mumbled, "Goodnight Bobby."

Bobby turned off the light and went back to his study to get some work done.


A few towns over Dean and Sam were driving in the Impala back to the motel. A prickling silence filled the car to the brim. Sam broke the awkwardness, "Alright what happened when you were on the phone with Johnny. You went from a grinning idiot to looking like someone stole your pudding cup, and now you're not talking to me like I'd give you cooties or something."

"He called you Uncle Sammy."

Sam stared at Dean dumbfounded, "What?"

Dean grumbled, "He called you Uncle Sammy that's what. Does he like you better or something?"

Sam couldn't help but laugh. Dean Winchester was pouting. His brother had gotten jealous because his son had called him Uncle Sammy and yet referred to his dad as Dean. Dean punched Sam as hard as he could in the arm, "It's not funny Sammy!"

Sam quieted down to light chuckling, "Dean he just met you he'd not gonna instantly start calling you Dad. He said that because I asked him too, and he probably got really embarrassed when he realized he said it to you. It's probably why he passed the phone off to Bobby. It's nothing to worry about just give it time. He liked you a lot he really does. Just keep trying and don't be such a baby about it."

Dean thought it over then grumbled, "Fine whatever, Bitch."

Walking to the motel room Sam retorted "Uncle Sammy gets shower first, Jerk."

Dean really wanted to wash the day's sweat off, but he wanted to check up on Cas and Danny, so he'd allow his younger brother to shower first just this one. He waited for the phone to pick up. After two rings Gabriel's voice came through the phone, "Hey Dean-o how's it going!"

Dean asked, "Gabe where's Cas?"

"I'm Gabe now? Cool! Well anywhere I'm guessing the hunt went well. Cassie's putting Danny down for the night wanna hear?"

"Gabe what the hell are you talking about?"

"Shut up and just listen" Gabriel shushed

Dean closed his mouth and listened closely. He heard Gabriel's feet shuffle up the stairs and then the soft creaking of a door being opened. He held the phone close to his ear and heard a strong low voice singing.

"For one so small,

You seem so strong

My arms will hold you,

Keep you safe and warm

This bond between us

Can't be broken

I will be here

Don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heart

Yes, you'll be in my heart

From this day on

Now and forever more

You'll be in my heart

No matter what they say

You'll be here in my heart, always"

Gabriel whispered into the phone, "We watched Tarzan a bit ago."

Dean swallowed realizing that while listening he had been holding his breath. Gabriel walked into the room and proclaimed loudly, "Castiel you're human beckons to speak with you using the telephone!"

Danny perked up, "DEAN!"

Sighing Castiel took the phone, "Gabriel Daniel was almost asleep."

Gabriel ran away laughing maniacally. Castiel said as he usually did, "Hello Dean."

Dean felt like his tongue was growing heavier and heavier in his mouth. Trying to find his words he nearly choked on his own spit. Castiel asked, "Dean are you alright?"

Dean stammered, "He—hey yeah Cas I'm fine cool yeah. You good? The hunt was good we're all done and just resting up now. You were trying to put Danny to bed right?"

"That is correct but it is no trouble. As of this moment Daniel is being quite forceful in attempting to wrench the phone from my hands in order to speak to you."

"Let me talk to the little guy."

The phone exchanged hands and a squeaky excited voice emitted through the phone, "Papa are you comin' home soon? Uncle Sammy be nice to you? Uncle Gabey, Mikey, and Balthy were all nice to daddy. I helped Daddy pick out clothes yesterday, today Daddy fixed my booboo and we watched a movie. Daddy's wings are really really pretty. I like gummy bears do you? Uncle Mikey said you're fighting bad guys! If you coming home soon with Johnny and Uncle Sammy?"

Dean wondered when Mama had been switched to Papa not as if he minded. Castiel took the phone, "It is true Gabriel requested of me to change my attire. Daniel had simply needed his wings groomed and we did indeed watch a very interesting movie about a man who was raised by chimps. John is doing well with Bobby I assume."

Dean asked jokingly, "So Cas what're you wearing right now?"

Castiel replied nonchalantly, "I am only wearing a pair of 'sweatpants' and underneath I am wearing pair of black boxer briefs. I am not wearing a shirt at the moment thus my upper half is naked."

Daniel's voice piped up in the background, "I'm wearing footie jamies with clouds and moons on them!"

Dean's mind went blank registering what Castiel just said. It had started out as a joke and he had not expected that type of reply. He fidgeted and checked to see if Sam was in the shower. He tried to not sound too startled by it, "John's doing pretty well with Bobby right now yeah. He's taken Bobby's name for his middle name and calling Sam 'Uncle Sammy' I guess that's good."

"Do not get discouraged Dean. I am sure that John will soon start referring to you as his father."

"Whatever you say Daddy, on the Brightside Mama's been switched to Papa. Ha guess that means you and me are married."

Castiel replied bluntly "I would gladly marry you Dean."

ABORT, ABORT, ABORT rang through Dean's mind he coughed, "Anyway me and Sammy will be home soon enough so keep the light on for us."

"I shall always for you, Dean."

Dean muttered a quick goodbye and to give Danny a hug for him before hanging up. Daniel was annoyed to have the phone taken and then not being given if back before his Mama/Papa left the little machine. He buried his face into his pillow turning away from his Daddy. Balthazar stepped out of the shadows clapping, "Brilliantly done Cassie. I'm quite sure you scared the bloody daylights out of him, but A+ for effort."

Sam waltzed out of the bathroom feeling quite refreshed. He saw that his older brother had a bright red face and was yelling into a pillow as he rolled back and forth on the bed. Sam considered asking what was up, but decided to leave him be or else face his potential wrath. Sam had a pretty good idea of what had caused this. After a good minute more of rolling back and forth, Dean got up and practically sprinted into the bathroom not meeting Sam's eyes. Sam chuckled to himself as he climbed into bed. Dean would be Dean no matter the circumstances.


It was nearly 1am and Bobby's snoring could be heard throughout the house. John was still awake and stared up at his ceiling thinking. He threw back the covers, and slowly sat up so the bed did not creak too much. Clasping his hands together he breathed deeply then he started to pray.

"Archangel Michael who art thou in Nebraska. How's everybody doing at home? I know I told you to look after Danny so don't come flying in here cause everything is okay here. I was just going to pray to talk ya know. I hope Danny's doing okay and that you guys are taking care of him. This Bobby Singer guy isn't half bad. Dean called but it didn't really go that well. We'll be coming home tomorrow so I was just going to let you know."

John waited patiently until Michael's voice spoke in his head, "I can speak with you in this sense because you were once a potential vessel of mine, but it should not be used lightly. Emergencies only would be preferable. Here everyone is alive and healthy. Daniel had been in pain a while ago and Neither I nor Castiel knew what pained him. He had just needed his wings groomed and everything was taken care of. We will protect Daniel with our lives lest you have forgotten my promise. I will not come to you upon your request. Since Bobby Singer was of your namesake I assumed you would find him acceptable. I do believe that Michael would also have been a sufficient middle name."

John asked, "Did you just make a joke? It wasn't all that funny but it's a start."

"I have been studying."

"Only you would study humor Mikey."

"I eagerly await you're return. Do not forget Dean Winchester is a righteous man, yet he can be troublesome at times. If you're phone call with him ended in vain perhaps you should attempt to make amends."

John sighed, "He can be very troublesome at times. I better get some shut eye, so goodnight."

Michael's voice began to fade, "Goodnight John. Sleep well and pleasant dreams."

Crawling back into bed John listened to see if Bobby had been roused. The snoring continued. John relaxed and cleared his head the best he could and fell asleep to Bobby's monotonous snores.


Song is 'You'll Be in My Heart' by Phil Collins