When the famous monster slayer John Winchester had called in a favor with Bobby Singer the living monster encyclopedia. Bobby had been prepared to hand more situations than most. Needed information on how to kill a goal he's got that. Wanted a heart of a dragon that had been slayed by a knight he's got contacts. Professional FBI impersonator he your boss. Need a body to disappear? He's got a wood chipper. But babysitter was not on his resume, which he had clearly explained to John Winchester in a non-PG phone call that would defiantly disqualify him as a babysitter to most sensible parents. Unfortunately for Bobby, John was anything but a sensible parent. So that was how he wound up dragging on his rottweiler's leash in one hand and a shot gun in the other as the Impala fish-tailed away leaving two very lost boys amongst the Junkers in the Singer Salvage yard. Bobby eyed the two boys. They were both tall pushing 6 foot but incredibly skinny marking a sudden growth spurt. The older of the two boys had shorter hair and forest green eyes he stood bodily in front of the second boy who sported long shaggy locks and hazel eyes. If Bobby hadn't known that they were John's children he would have classified them as pretty boys that wouldn't know which end of a gun to hold. Sighing Bobby lower the barrel of his gun. He might not be pleased about spending his weekend looking after the two kids but that anger was for their daddy not these lost boys that had been abandoned on a total stranger's door step.
"Let's get you settled in and then grab something to eat. But I want to make it clear that this is not some free loader hotel. You're expected to earn your keep. See those buckets of bolts. They're not going to fixed themselves so I hope you know your mechanics."
Bobby turned back to the house gesturing for the two to follow but he caught the motion in his peripheral as the younger tired to step out from behind to follow. The younger boy was quickly stopped by an out stretched arm of the other boy who made to walk in front of him however the broad shoulder of the young man lowered slightly.
"You two boys can call me Bobby. Your daddy gives you names?" grouched out Bobby not turning around as he opened the door to the house. The lads followed him in their stuff in two duffels over each of their shoulders.
"I'm Sam this is Dean," Dean gave Sam the stink eye but Sam ignored it relaxing as the dog stuck his nose into his leg tail wagging furiously.
Bobby showed the boys the two guest rooms so they could drop their stuff off. The guest rooms were not much to see. Each had a small cot and a dresser for clothes but nothing else. Bobby had been prepared to gruffly shut down any fights about who got the room with the window, the only main difference between the two room, after showing the boys the second room. Sam tossed his bag on the bed with a grin. Bobby turned to Dean to see if the older boy was going to raise a fuss about the younger claiming the window room but stopped. Dean was digging in his pack which he had tossed on the floor pulling out a small sleeping bag and unrolling in under the window.
"Boy what do you think you are doing?" The kid tensed head shooting up to meet Bobby's gaze confusion written across his face.
"Sir?" Bobby frowned at the formality. Did this kid think he had to sleep on the floor? To protect his younger brother? Was he too scared to ask for the other cot? Bobby opened his month but Sam had just seen what his brother was doing.
"We can each have our own room!" said Sam all but bouncing on the bed in glee. He did however grab Dean's sleeping material and march to the door.
"But…" Dean protested his face going slack mouth dropping open. His need to be the invincible big brother waring with his fear of being alone and part from Sam. "what if something happens." He finished quietly
"But Dean I've never had my own!" Sam grinned "I'll…be careful," he paused as he glanced at Bobby. Probably thinking better than to mention what careful meant( more like salt, hunting knives and possibly a gun of his own). The devastation was so pronounced on Dean face when Sam dropped Dean's stuff on the other cot that Bobby felt a little pang in his old frozen heart. Uh oh, thought the old hunter if he was not careful these boys would worm their way in to the grizzled hunter's life in more ways than just a temporary babysitter.
