This update is long over due, but I'm starting up this story again so be on the look out for more chapters! I have more to come but I spilt it in shorter sections because it was long and some still needs work. Now let us return to, "A Wolf's Uncle"! Enjoy!
Also, quick not that I have artwork to go with this story! Hit up my profile and check it out on my Deviant art account, includes a picture of Chelsea with the boys, hope you like it!
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Narrators Point of View
Sam and Dean decided they needed to make a stop at Bobby Singer's before going to Wisconsin, realizing he may have some information about the pack and its where about in the state.
"Where we goin' Uncle Dean?" Chelsea asked from the back seat as they drove down the high way in the early morning.
"We're going to see a friend of ours, his name is Bobby, and he might be able to help us find your daddy." Dean replied as he glanced in the review mirror and watched the small girl play with her stuffed wolf, smiling and laughing as she did so.
"Oh, okay…A-are we gonna stop for breakfast Uncle Sam?" She asked, making the stuffed wolf soar then come back down.
Sam turned from the window he had been staring out, his eyes heavy as he had been nodding off leisurely from the long drive.
"Yeah, where do you wanna go Chels?" He asked with a yawn as he stretched his stiff muscles.
"Umm, umm, I don't know…I like anything you and Uncle Dean like." She chewed her lip, a habit she carried whenever asked a question she couldn't decide.
"Alright Chels, well where you wanna go Dean?" Sam asked, voice tired as he still tried to shake the sleepiness away with another yawn.
Dean stifled a yawn of his own, eyes exhausted from hours of driving all night.
"I dunno man, but I could really go for some sleep right about now." Dean said, meeting Sam's eyes as they tried to make a decision what to do.
"How far we from Bobby's?" Sam asked.
"Only bout an hour, just wanna see if we can crash their for a few hours then hit the road again?" Dean asked with an eyebrow raised in a questioning manner.
"Sounds good to me, lets stop and get some breakfast first though." Sam said, resting his head back on the window sill.
"Saw a sign for a McDonalds back a ways, should be coming up, just wanna stop their?" Dean said, eyes focusing once again on the road.
"That's fine, sound good Chelsea?" Sam asked, knowing she was carefully listening even as she played.
"Yup." She replied, quietly making sound effects to go with her flying stuffed animal.
Sam and Dean had easily grown accustom to their new parental life style, every decision and move they now made with Chelsea in mind. Both found themselves loving her more and more with each passing day, her innocence and never ending love reminding them that there was indeed more in this world then evil.
Dean pulled into the McDonalds, parking the Impala he got out and opened the door for Chelsea. He leaned in and unbuckled her, contemplating if they should get a car seat as he did so, wondering how safe just a seat belt was. Chelsea scooted out and stood on the pavement, staring up at Dean with sad eyes.
"Oh kiddo, you know my every button." He sighed as he leaned down and picked her up, her giggles of joy making him smile warmly through the exhaustion that pulled at him.
Sam got out, smiling as he watched Dean pour his affection over the young girl. He grabbed the door and held it open for them, then stepped into the fast food joint himself.
"What do you want runt?" Dean asked, Chelsea staring at the signs she had been learning how to read with help from Sam.
"Umm, uhh, I dunno. Your order first Uncle Dean." She said, snuggling closer as he chuckled at her nervousness from not being able to decide on a meal.
"Alright, I'll get a breakfast special number one and she'll have the kids breakfast with pancakes. Sam?" Dean turned to his brother, who stood almost falling asleep in his shoes.
"Huh? Oh yeah, uh, breakfast special number three please." He said, rubbing a hand over his face.
Dean eyed him carefully, wondering why the all night car ride had tuckered them out so badly. He sighed as he realized it had been a long week, neither had gotten much sleep and it now seemed to be catching up to them.
Their food came and they all sat down, Chelsea always refusing a high chair and instead sitting in one of her Uncle's lap. Dean set her down and she eagerly scooted up next to Sam, who let her onto his lap and set up her food for her. She ate and glanced at her Uncles, Sam to tired to even eat and Dean slowly chomping away with a dazed look.
"Uncle Sam, why are you and Uncle Dean so tired this morning?" Chelsea asked with concern.
"Its just been a long week Chels, don't worry bout it though, we're going to sleep at Bobby's for a while." He sighed, the sound of sleep sounding so good.
"Oh, what's umm, Mr. Bobby like?" She asked as she grabbed her milk with both hands, trying to steadily bring it toward her, Sam instinctively and without consideration helping her along the way.
"Well, he's a hunter like us, but he's older. He may sound kinda gruff and mean, but don't worry, he's all talk." Dean grinned as he finished the last sentence, recalling when he had first met Bobby as a young child and how the older man had come off mean, but Dean had quickly realized it was all show.
"Oh, okay." Chelsea said, attention returning to her food as Sam and Dean sat quietly waiting until she finished.
Once they were done they headed out the door, returning to the Impala they continued the sleepy drive until they finally reached Singer's Salvage.
"Oh, thank God." Sighed Dean as he turned off the car, the warm beds calling to him.
Sam chuckled, smiling at his brother's comments and his own happiness about getting some real sleep for the first time in forever. He got out of the car and opened the door for Chelsea, she crawled out with wide eyes and a shy expression as she observed all around her. She tugged on Sam's shirt and he picked her up with a soft smile, no matter how tired, Chelsea never made him angry or annoyed, she only brought him happiness and a glimpse at the world he could have had with Jessica.
Sighing he followed Dean to the door, climbing up the old wooden steps onto the porch that was cluttered with all sorts of junk. Dean knocked three times, letting Bobby know it was them until the older hunter finally came to the door with an annoyed expression.
"What the hell you boys doin' here?" he said, looking at Dan, then Sam, only to do a double take of the little girl in Sam's arms.
"Well Dean, did all your one night stands finally catch up to ya?" He asked with an even more annoyed tone directed at Dean.
"I wish that was the story Bobby, but that's not exactly it, can we come inside and talk?" Dean asked with worried eyes.
Bobby's annoyed expression suddenly turned to concern, he opened the door and ushered the brother's in, Chelsea shyly watching from Sam's arms. Once inside all went into the kitchen, Sam and Dean taking a chair beside the small oak table that was cluttered with books and other odds and ends. Chelsea remained in Sam's arms, her arms holding tightly to his neck as she laid her head against his broad chest.
"So, what happened?" Bobby asked as he began to pour a cup of coffee for himself, rising a cup in offer to the brothers, who both refused with a shake of the head.
Dean spoke first,"We were in Colorado last week, going after a few Huntators, when a wolf jumped out and saved us, but not before…" he shifted uncomfortably, his gaze flicking to Chelsea then back to Bobby.
"She was killed, when we got back to the car to get a few things we found her pup in the back, returning to her again though we found it wasn't a wolf…but a woman." Dean spoke softly, the worry he had for upsetting Chelsea making each word reluctant.
"Shapeshifter?" Bobby asked, eyes narrowed in question.
"Yeah…and this is her daughter, Chelsea." Dean said, his eyes returning to the little girl in Sam's lap.
Bobby straightened, unsure of how to take the news of a shapeshifter actually saving hunters, considering he'd only heard bad news about them. He glanced at Chelsea, his gaze softening as the little girl began falling asleep on Sam's chest. Sam met his eyes, the begging to understand nearly breaking Bobby's heart.
"We tried to find relatives, search for some clue as to were he father is. We think he's in Wisconsin with another pack, all remaining pack members seemed to have been killed by the Huntators." Sam spoke softly, trying not to wake Chelsea as she slept.
"We need your help finding them Bobby…"his tone was serious as he met the olders hunters eyes.
With a shrug though his sarcasm returned as he spoke once again, "And we were also gonna crash for a few hours, been a long week with the kids ya know." Dean said with a small smile, his humor accompanied with great love for Chelsea.
"Speaking of which, Chelsea and I are going to head upstairs and get some sleep, see you in a bit Bobby." Sam said, standing and slightly shifting the little girl as she slept.
He went up the stairs, the old house creaking beneath him until his footsteps faded away into the hall. Dean watched him go, his concern for both Chelsea and Sam always coming as instinct, never even having to consider his actions.
"You boys been takin' care of her I see?" Bobby asked, although his tone indicated it was more of a statement.
"Yeah, couldn't just leave her in the hands of anybody…she's a shapeshifter to, but it's not like the rest of 'em Bobby." He leaned in closer, his expression softening as he spoke of what he had discovered.
"We got a hold of her father's journal and it's …it's amazing. It's a whole new kind of…I dunno, it's just…just we've faced so much evil in the world, it's good to know that there are things out there that even when given power…don't use it for evil." Dean sighed, watching Bobby's face as he spoke.
The older hunter sighed and leaned back in his chair, knowing even though he was dealing with something Supernatural, he trusted these boys and would help them whenever they needed it.
"Let me take a look over at the journal and I'll see what I can come up with. You look exhausted, why don't you head upstairs and get some sleep." Bobby said, thoughts already ticking off in his head at the possibilities.
"Thanks Bobby, we appreciate it." Dean said as he stood, he nodded at Bobby then headed up the stairs as sleep called to him.
Bobby sighed as the footsteps faded away, standing he poured another cup of coffee, he had work to do.
Chelsea's Point of View
I wake up next to Uncle Sam, the funny smell of the bed making my nose scrunch and feel like I have to sneeze.
This is a weird house, it smells funny and is all cluttered, but Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean were right, Mr. Bobby is a nice guy. He didn't make me feel all cold and scared like that mean guy at Wal Mart had…
I sit up and scoot off the bed, I want to go talk to Mr. Bobby myself, he knew my Uncles and I wanted to know him too! I look over and saw Uncle Dean sleeping, he's all spread out and snoring loudly, I giggle at his funny face and drool. My Uncles are so silly sometimes.
I tip toe over to the door and open it, loudly it squeaks and I make an icky face, Mr. Bobby's house sure needs some work.
I go down the stairs and they are just as noisy, I can't sneak around this house at all! I peek in the kitchen and see Mr. Bobby sitting at the table with a book. His clothes are all stained with grease and he's got a hat on, his brow is all scrunched and his beard makes me think of Santa. To bad Santa's not real, I bet he would be Mr. Bobby's brother or something…
Mr. Bobby looks up and sees me, he gets a funny look on his face and I look down. I look at my toes, they're kind of cold since I don't have socks on…
"You like hot chocolate?" Uncle Bobby asks me.
I bite my lip and nod, I kinda wish I brought on of my Uncles. I hear Mr. Bobby stand up and water running as he makes hot chocolate.
"Come on in, you must be freezin'." He says, his voice seeming to be happier this time.
I tip toe in, watching him as he works and grabs a blanket from a chair. I jump into the seat and he drapes it over me, giving me a warm smile as I look up at him.
He sits across from me as the water boils, eyes narrowed as he seems to be searching for something, like that look Uncle Sam gets when he's really thinking!
"Those boys been treatin' you good?" He asks, a small smile on his face.
I nod and play with the blanket, I'm still to scared to talk to strangers.
"That's good, ya know I knew those boys when they were just about your age. Dean was a prankster though, while Sammy was more of the listening type. I miss those days, didn't get themselves into as much trouble as they seem to do now…" Mr. Bobby trails off, smile remaining under his beard.
"Yo…You knew my Uncles when they were kids?" I finally ask, seeming to almost surprise Mr. Bobby,
"Uncles, huh? Well yeah, watched over them a few times while there daddy was away." He says as he stands and goes to get the whistling kettle.
"Uncle Dean was right, you are old!" I say, smiling as Mr. Bobby grunts with annoyance.
He reminds me of that green thing that lives in the dumpster on Sesame street, what was his name? I'll have to ask Uncle Sam when he gets up…
"You like marshmallows?" He asks, eyes meeting mine as I look up at him.
"Yes, please." I say, watching as he nods and grabs some from a cookie jar.
He sits back down and slides my hot chocolate over, I take a sip as my feet swing back and forth on the chair. I like Mr. Bobby, he makes me hot chocolate and adds marshmallows for me!
"Thank you for the hot chocolate Mr. Bobby, it…it's very good."
He makes a funny face at me calling him Mr. Bobby but nods and smiles as he returns flipping through a book.
A few minutes later I hear Uncle Sam and Uncle Dean come down the stairs, both look over with worried eyes and only relaxing when they come in the kitchen.
"Hey Chels, you pestering Bobby here while he's tryin' to do some work." Uncle Dean asks, ruffling my hair as he goes and pours some coffee.
"Uhh, I dunno…Am I pes-ter-ing you Mr. Bobby?" I ask shyly, the big word hard to say through a mouthful of hot chocolate.
My Uncles chuckle at me then look to Mr. Bobby who only smiles and looks at them with kind eyes then back to me.
"Nah Chels, you're no bother."