Even as he was commandeering the "foreign piece of crap" Bobby's mind was racing as to how to control the Olympic sized cock up the day had turned into. He now had the impala (and it's interesting contents) disabled in a car park which contained gunshot bodies and no clean up crew to hand. He had an injured child kidnapped and at the mercy of some drug addled loser. On top of that he had a small Winchester and a very large one, both focussed solely on getting the middle Winchester back!
Flashing his cheesiest smile (and try as he might he just hadn't conquered a smile that could be called "charming") Bobby addressed the wide-eyed driver of the small hatchback he'd commandeered.
"Maam", he said "for your safety you'd better come with us. This is official FBI business. We're tracking down a child who ran away across state lines and we think he's got himself into some trouble. If you'd just step into the vehicle, we'll be on our way".
From the back of the vehicle he heard "Singer, we've gotta MOVE" and, quickly pulling the vehicle forward and closing the car park gates behind him (thanking whatever deity was on call that day that it was dusk and no one was likely to go into the car park until teenagers did later) he started to drive down the hill, following the route he'd seen Dean's abductor take.
He could hear Sam hiccupping and crying into John's coat "Daddy, he took Dean! I want Dean! Why didn't you come home! I don't like this adventure! I wanna go home!" and he could hear John's parental shushing. "it'll be alright baby, we'll get Dean and we'll all go home". Looking at the rearview mirror he saw the car owner sitting terrified next to John and Sammy, bemused by the whole experience.
"Maam" Bobby said, catching her eye in the mirror "Where does this road lead? I need to catch up with that boy as soon as possible, he's only ten". He saw John flinch as the reality of how young Dean was was forced home.
The woman smiled weakly and said "it's a ring road, you follow it round and it'll get you to all of the parks and you'll end up back here again. There's plenty of places to turn off and join, but the road itself is just a loop. It's real quiet though at this time of day"
Not at all happy with the thought of plenty of places Dean could disappear to (and still worrying about the shitstorm they'd left in the car park) Bobby floored the pedal and carried on driving as fast as he could, keeping an eye on every house and side street they passed. Glancing quickly back, he saw Sammy shuddering on John's chest and John himself looking out desperately for his lost son.
When Bobby later recounted this story (usually supported by too much alcohol), he'd refer to the next bit as "having some Singer God damn good luck at last because I'll never believe in Winchester good luck!".
As Bobby turned a curve he saw the beaten up rent-a-dent that had carried Dean away in the centre of the road… it's front bumper merged with the tailgate of a station wagon. Skidding to a halt behind the crash site, Bobby jumped out shouting "Stay here!" to the woman in the back. John quickly followed Bobby out the car quickly, having passed the whimpering Sammy to the shellshocked lady.
Hands on their guns but not drawing them, they ran quickly to the rear vehicle, arriving at the same time as the man who had been driving the station wagon got out his vehicle and started walked to check his car out.
"Stop, FBI" cried out Bobby to the station wagon drive "Back in the car now!". Looking bemused, the driver quickly complied.
At the same time john wrenched open the rent a dent drivers side door just as the dazed driver (and Dean napper!) started to come round. It looked like he'd been knocked out on the steering wheel. John's eyes quickly passed over him to the footwell of the passenger side where a curled-up Dean sized bundle lay unmoving.
Knocking the driver out again by slamming his head back on the steering wheel (and enjoying his satisfying grunt) John reached over and shouted out "Dean! Dean! Are you okay!?"
A head rose and tear filled green eyes, framed by a bruised face, starred up at him.
"Daddy!" cried Dean "I lost Sammy!, I don't know where Sammy is!".
Taking a deep breath John reached over and touched Dean's face "stay still for a moment Deano, Sammy's fine, Sammy's with me. Just let me check you over"
Running quickly to the passenger side door, john opened it to be met by a little boy who was most definitely not staying still. Throwing himself at his Father, Dean cried into his chest, "I'm sorry Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't know what to do and I lost Sammy". Seeing that the day's events had most definitely taken their toll on the, already injured, tired, stressed and relieved 10 year old, John did what all parents would do, he thanked the deity on call and wrapped his young son in his arms, soothing him over and over with "it's all right son".
In the background Bobby Singer was in full clean up mode, he had persuaded the station wagon owner that there was little damage to this vehicle and he should simply move on and not get involved (whilst thanking him for his assistance in apprehending Dean). He had retrieved the limpet like Sam from Fiona (as he now knew his purloined vehicle owner was called) and he was trying to prevent Sammy, who had heard Dean's voice from scrambling over to Dean. Unable to concentrate on the clean up he urgently needed to arrange, he shouted to John "Take Sammy" and spying a public phone box went to organise whomever in his merry men could get back to him asap.
John was more than willing to grab Sammy and thanked his stars that he had an armful of crying, injured and frightened boys. He was only too aware of how badly this could otherwise have turned out. But John was also a hunter and he recognised there were things he needed to do before this was over.
Pulling Dean's face upwards, he asked him "No bullshit Dean, how badly are you hurt". Dean drew a breathe, "I'm okay" he whined "Can we go? I busted my hand and ribs some earlier, and he hit me a bit but I'm okay, really I am. I just wanna go!"
Realising that was the best triage he was going to get at the moment, John pulled him upwards into his arms as he stood up and said "Well, slugger, let's go then" kissing the top of his head. Picking up Sammy and he walked across to Bobby, just putting down the phone.
"Rugrats okay?" said Bobby. "yeah" replied John "almost as scared as their old man, and beat up a little, but they'll fix".
"Not meaning to put a damper on this touching family reunion but I think we'll all feel a little better if we clear up the dirty washing we left back there and get your car out of here. I called in a favour and you should have new winter treads as soon as we can get our ass back to that car park. I'd much rather be doing the warm and fuzzies in a nice anonymous scrap yard say 100 miles from here".
John took a second to wonder how Bobby always knew someone to get a favour from and nodded "yeah, I can definitely see the benefit of a warmer climate some way from here. What about the driver. I owe him."
"Don't worry about that" said Bobby "after the tyres are dropped off, my contacts picking up all the fallout and sorting them out into the relevant piles. I love them boys too, John. I'll make sure it's sorted right". John nodded, all he really wanted was out of there will the boys.
With that Bobby went back to his "foreign piece of crap" and smiling (somewhat creepily) at Fiona said "Maam, I think we've found our runaway. If you could just drop us back where we came from, a colleague is on his way to deal with this side of things". Looking up to see a black saloon flash its lights at him, he said "and I think that's him here now".
Motioning John and the boys into the car, he flashed the lights back at the saloon, reversed and drove back to the car park. He sighed a sigh of relief as he saw the bodies had been removed and the cars all closed up. It would take the police a while to work out anything had happened and with no bodies, they'd never be able to work out what had really gone on.
"Maam," he said, motioning for john to get out the car "on behalf of your government I'd like to thank you for your assistance. This is a confidential matter and your government would greatly appreciate your silence". Fiona nodded enthusiastically. Bobby could see that all she really wanted was to be gone now!
Helping her back into the driver's seat Bobby said "Again Maam, thank you for assistance. We'll just let you get back to your business now". Smiling at her in a dismissive way, she smiled back nervously and quickly drove off.
Looking at the Impala, Bobby could see the wheels had been changed and the old wheels disposed of, he'd need to check them when they got somewhere else but for now, they were good to go and it seemed a good idea to go!
"John" he said "get in, I'll drive, let's put some miles between us and then settle back at mine and take stock. Is Dean okay to travel?"
John looked at his son, taking in for the first time properly the bruises and the swollen hand and said "yeah, let's get out of here before this gets any more complicated!"
Getting in the back of the car with his two boys wrapped around him John took no part as Bobby took the wheel, closed the car park gate again behind them and headed for the freeway slow enough not to draw attention and fast enough to put this town and day behind them as soon as possible.
As they hit the freeway, Bobby turned to the small family cuddled together in the back seat "I think I need the good stuff to get this unravelled and I know a place not far from here in Sioux Falls with a bottle just waiting and maybe something handy for them boys". Smiling he turned his attention back to the road, put his foot down on the pedal and thought "Winchesters!"
Epilogue to follow!