Bobby Singer didn't know why he had agreed to this. Damn Pastor Jim for sending the man his way. John Winchester ruffled the older boy, Dean's hair.
"You look out for Sammy okay?" John said before kneeling down and gathering the 3 year old to him. "You be good for Mr Singer." Releasing his son from the hug John stood up. "I shouldn't be more than a week. Maybe this time I can nail this deal down."
"Yeah maybe, anyway the boys will be here." Bobby said.
"Thanks Bobby, there's no way I could have driven to Jim's place and made it back in time." John said as he shook the other hunter's hand. With one last warning to the boys to be good, John climbed in the Impala and pulled away.
"Okay Rugrat, what you say you, me and the Linoleum Lizard here go get settled in?" Bobby asked Dean as he lifted Sam up in his arms. Turning he led the way into the house and sat Sam down on chubby but sturdy little legs. Might as well let the little one get around under his own steam, after all how much trouble could a 3 year old get into?
By the time John returned to get the boys, Bobby had decided that if a 3 year old was a menace, an 7 year old trying to keep a three year old out of trouble qualified as an Apocalyptic event. 3 of Karen's crystal stemmed goblets were in the trash, two of the teacups from a set of China they had received as a wedding gift were missing handles and a a porcelain vase he had bought for Karen in Fargo was being held together by Crazy Glue.
Rumsfeld was in permanent hiding under the front porch, too scared to come out since Sam's favorite pastime was was riding on the dog's back. Dean would pick Sam up and plunk him down on the dog's back and Sam would grab Rumsfeld's collar and yell "Gid up!" The little idjits were destructive as all hell.
Bobby had also decided that stretching out on the couch to watch TV with a 3 year snuggling his face in your neck and a 7 year tucked under your arm wasn't half bad. Going down to the lake with a couple of old bamboo poles and a bucket of worms and having company there sitting on the end of the dock with you was pretty nice too. Hearing shouts and the happy laughter of children in his house when he had all but ruined any chance of ever having kids running in his halls was priceless.
Bobby stood on the porch watching John strap and buckle the boys into the back seat of the Impala. Bobby lifted the small basket and handed it to John. "Figured you could use a little something for the road, specially with those two bottomless pits you call sons."
"Did you have enough money?" John asked fumbling for his wallet.
"Don't worry about it John. Them boys was a real pleasure to have around." Bobby said. "You ever need a place for them to stay, you call me you hear?"
"I couldn't impose on you like that." John said.
"Ain't no imposition, I'm offering. And Sioux Falls is a damned sight closer to the main roads than Blue Earth." Bobby said. "Pastor Jim knew what he was doing, Having them here was good for me too. You and the boys come on by anytime John, the door is always open.