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Previously on Supernatural-"Hang on boys. Daddy's coming." He whispered as he peeled out of the parking lot and disappeared down the street.
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Dean silently watched the two cops as they called out "Police department!" while still knocking on the door. Seeing the two step up to the small windows beside the door he quickly stood back against the wall out of sight of the men's prying eyes. Dean mentally counted out two minutes before he risked taking a peek around the corner again. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw the two officers' backs as they walked away from the front porch of the house. He stayed in place watching until he could no longer hear the engine of the police car. Smiling at their good luck Dean made his way back to the kitchen where Sammy was still sitting motionless.
"Who was that?" Sammy whispered picking up his spoon once more.
"Don't know. Guess the guy is one of Matt's dad's friends." Dean lied not wanting to frighten his little brother. "Now go ahead and finish eating. It's getting late."
"Okay, Dean." Sammy agreed shoveling another huge spoonful of casserole in his mouth.
At Bobby's
Bobby and Josh burst into the house and hurried into the small office that Bobby had set up in the back of the house when the Winchesters had come into his life. Throwing their duffle bags onto the nearby couch they walked over to the desk in the corner.
"Josh, go get the blankets off the boys' beds and some hand warmers out of the supply closet. We'll probably need them when we find the boys. Oh, and fire up the coffee pot. I'll fix some hot chocolate to carry with us." Bobby ordered sifting through the desk drawer full of fake i.d.s from various agencies.
"I'm on it!" Josh called over his shoulder as he raced out the door.
Bobby sorted through the different cards and badges until he came to the two federal identification cards he was looking for. After locating the matching badges and wallets, he stuck the cards inside the wallets and stuffed them in his coat pocket for safe keeping. Slamming the drawer shut Bobby strode over to the couch and unzipped his duffle bag. He quickly pulled out his revolver, knife, and a bottle of holy water just in case. He grabbed the same items out of Josh's duffle and then snatched a set of car keys hanging from a nail and headed out of the house.
Back at Matt's
"Sammy, time to get out of the tub!" Dean yelled banging on the bathroom door.
"Awww, Dean! Just a little longer? Please?" Sammy called back.
"Well…" Dean paused pretending to consider the request. "Okay, I guess you can stay in there a little while longer. I didn't really want to watch "The Grinch" tonight anyway." Dean smirked at the sudden sound of splashing water and feet hitting the floor.
"Don't turn it, Dean! I'm coming!" Sammy hollered as he quickly toweled himself dry and threw his pajamas on. He raced out the door and ran right into Dean.
"Whoa! Slow down Sammy! You're dripping all over the floor." Dean gently scolded. Taking his little brother by the hand Dean led him back into the bathroom and sat him down on the closed toilet seat. He took a towel from the rack and dried Sammy's wet hair the best he could. Dean then picked up the comb and ran it through his brother's mop of hair carefully untangling any knots. "There, that's better." Dean declared once he finished. "Come on, let's go watch The Grinch."
"Race you!" Sammy shouted as he ran out of the bathroom.
"Why you little…" Dean hollered taking off after his little brother. Dean got within a few steps of Sammy and slowed his pace allowing his now giggling little brother to beat him to the bed.
"I beat you! I beat you!" Sammy sang between giggles.
Dean snatched the remote before belly flopping on the bed beside his brother. "You sure did, kiddo." Dean agreed ruffling Sammy's hair. "You sure did." Dean turned on the TV. and flipped through the channels stopping as the town of Whoville came into view. Making himself comfortable he threw an arm around Sammy's shoulders and settled down to watch the Christmas classic.
Bobby's house
Bobby and Josh were just heading out the door when they heard the unmistakable sound of the impala's engine. Sharing a look they dropped their bags and walked out onto the porch watching as the black beauty screeched to a stop mere inches from the stairs.
John clamored out of the impala and dashed up the stairs to his friends. "Bobby, I need to borrow a car!" John demanded. "Dean and Sammy are missing!"
"We know, Johnny. We were just about to head out ourselves." Josh told his friend.
"Great! Let's go! We're wasting time!" John growled turning to head back down the stairs.
"Now wait just a minute, John!" Bobby ordered. "There's a few things we've gotta do first."
Angered by his friend's words John spun around and glared at Bobby. "I don't have time to wait! My boys are missing!" John shouted. "Now are you gonna help me or not?"
"Course we are, Johnny." Bobby assured him. "But you need to park the impala in the barn out back first. If someone sees it parked here, you'll lose the boys for sure."
"He's right, John." Josh agreed. "After everything the boys have been through, being taken away from us by the police is the last thing they need. We'll get them back. We just have to calm down and keep our wits about us. Okay, man?"
"Okay" John replied visibly deflating.
"Okay." Bobby said patting John's shoulder. "Now park the car in the barn, grab your federal id, and meet us in the kitchen. We'll fill you in on the plan and then we'll go get our boys."
John nodded. He climbed back into the impala and drove around to the back where he saw Josh standing by the open barn doors. After driving inside and cutting off the engine, John reached over and popped open the glove compartment. He took out the old cigar box and sifted through the contents searching for his brand new fake federal id. Finally locating his prize John flipped it open. He shook his head chuckling at the name; C. Younger. "Only Dean would name a federal agent after a notorious criminal." He thought with a smile. John closed the id and carefully placed it in his pocket before climbing out of the car and walking out of the barn.
Back at Matt's
Dean shut off the TV. as soon as the credits began to roll and turned to look at Sammy. He smiled at the sight of his sleeping little brother. Dean carefully crawled off the bed and turned down the covers before going back to his brother. Years of practice made it easy for Dean to pick up Sammy, lay him in bed, and pull the covers over him without waking the little boy. Leaning down he kissed his little brother's forehead and whispered, "Sweet dreams, Sammy." Dean then grabbed his pajamas and tiptoed out of the room leaving the door open in case Sammy had one of his nightmares.
After a quick shower, Dean put on his night clothes and brushed his teeth. Glancing at the clock he saw that it was only nine thirty. Wanting to watch the local news to see what kind of new information the police had on them, Dean walked downstairs and searched through the family's video collection for something to watch the next day. He set aside any movies that he thought they might like. Opening the next cabinet he was thrilled to find a Nintendo and a huge collection of games. He spent his remaining time looking through the stash and pulling out any games he and Sammy hadn't tried before. At eleven on the dot Dean reluctantly shut the cabinet and walked over to the television. Turning it on the local news he sat through all the boring reports waiting for the report about them. He didn't have to wait long. Minutes into the news the police sketches came on as the reporter droned on about the search for the missing boys and the father that abandoned them. Dean smirked when he saw that the police were concentrating their search on the area around the apartments which was in the opposite side of town from Matt's house. That smirk fell though as a photo of a '67 impala flashed on the screen with the sketch of his dad. Dean turned off the TV. throwing the remote across the room in a fit of anger. There was no way their dad could come get them now. He'd be spotted in a heartbeat. That left only one option. They would have to get to Bobby's house on their own.
AN- Anyone know what notorious criminal Dean used to name the fed?