Bobby kept an eye on the kid, Sam Wesson, as the boy moved around his library, reading every book that he handed to him. Occasionally Bobby would ask him a question about what he had read and immediately Sam would tell him.

Kid had a good memory, he mumbled something about how he had wanted to go into law back during college, and he learned fast. He was eager to learn and a little bit too eager to please, almost like he was afraid that Bobby was going to throw him out and leave him to his own out there.

The kid was desperate, pure and simple desperate to bring vengeance to a dead woman and more than once Bobby wanted to tell him to move on and forget it. Drop the vengeance and forget about it, the woman was dead and there was no bringing her back and it would be better for him to just move on with his life.

But that's not why Sam had come to him, that's not why Sam had dug deep enough to even realize that there was another world out there hidden in plain sight. He had come to learn and he had come to figure out how to kill those things.

And Bobby wasn't the type to turn people away when they were at their lowest and he wasn't going to start with a kid looking for a direction.

"There's a bunch of other hunters that might come over." Bobby told him over lunch one day. Sam wasn't that much of a cook but he knew how to make a few things and Bobby couldn't say no to someone else cooking something. "You can either stay or be out in the yard, could use some help with some of the cars."

"I'd help with the cars no matter what." Sam mumbled, putting his fork down and sipping his glass of water, kid hated the taste of beer and Bobby hated that he knew that that was going to change in the future. "Are the other hunters not gonna want to see me?"

"Don't think so, its whether or not you want to meet them." Bobby said with a shrug. "Doesn't matter to me."

Sam chewed on his bottom lip, moving his fork over the plate. "I don't mind meeting them." he said softly. "Are...what are their names?"

"Ones named Ellen Harvelle, other one is John Winchester." Bobby told him. "Ellen's husband Bill disappeared a bit ago on a hunt and Winchester's a friend of theirs."

Sam had paled slightly, swallowing hard. "People can disappear on hunts?" he asked.

Bobby nodded. "Even the most experienced hunters can disappear and die." he told him. "Doesn't matter how good you are, all it takes is one time that a monster gets the upper hand."

Sam slowly nodded, but color hadn't returned to his face just yet. "Got it." he mumbled, shaking his head like to clear it. "I'll...I'll stay. It'll be nice to meet other hunters."

Bobby shrugged and got up, taking his empty plate with him. "Alright, your choice." he said, putting it in the sink. "They'll be here in about an hour."

He heard Sam take a deep breath but then he moved to the sink as well, cleaning their plates and other dishes.

Time passed rather quickly after that and soon enough he could hear Johns truck outside. He groaned as he got up and walked to the door, opening it to see John coming up the stairs while Ellen dug for something in the trunk.

"John." he greeted with a nod which Winchester returned.

He could see Sam slowly coming closer to them from the corner of his eye and he waved at him. "This is Sam Wesson, he's here to learn how to be a hunter."

"Bit young." he could hear John murmur, but the other man held his hand out to him. "John Winchester, nice to meet you."

Sam almost seemed to hesitate but then reached out to take John's hand, firmly shaking it as he stared at the other man. "Sam Wesson." he said. "Same."

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