I've been told there'd been some problems with Chapter 3 of this story, but I hope everyone is able to see it now.
Here's chapter 4 for ya ;)
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When Bobby woke up the following day, he decided he would let the boys sleep a little longer before waking them up. But as he walked downstairs, Bobby heard sounds from the living room that sounded unmistakably much like the TV and he walked into the room to find the Winchester brothers already up and watching TV. Dean was stretched out on the couch with the remote dangling from his hand, while Sammy was lying on his stomach in front of the TV – head in one hand and petting Ranger with the other hand. Both boys were still wearing their pajamas and Sam's hair was sticking out in all kinds of directions.
"Morning." Bobby said. "You boys are sure up early. What are you watching?"
"Scooby-Doo." Dean said without removing his eyes from the TV. "Mmm, I could eat one of those hamburgers.."
"Yeah, I'll make you guys some breakfast." Bobby snorted and stepped over Sam on his way to the kitchen.
Ranger yelped and happily wagged its tail before it squashed itself away from Sam and started following behind Bobby.
"No Wanger, come back!" Sam exclaimed and then looked sad when the puppy didn't do as he told it to do. "Wanger doesn't wike me.."
"It's just hungry Sam." Bobby assured the boy. "Ranger does like you. How could he not?"
"You wike me Bobba?" Sam asked which made Bobby smile wryly.
"Yes, kid." Bobby answered and Sam sent him a dimpled grin.
"Deeean, you wike me?" Sam then asked.
"Shh, I can't hear what Scooby's saying.." Dean said without taking his eyes off the screen.
"Deeeean..!" Sam whined and that made Dean roll his eyes.
"Of course I like you, you moron." Dean said. "You're my brother.. Now, shush!"
Sam smiled happily and let his feet swing back and forth in the air as he turned his attention towards the TV screen – still with his head in his hands.
"Why is the doggy scwared, De?" Sam asked.
"Because of the ghost, Sammy." Dean said.
"The doggy tawks funny.." Sam giggled. "Why does the doggy tawk, Dean? Wanger doesn't tawk."
"It's because it's a cartoon.." Dean sighed. "Now shush, Sammy!"
Sam kept quiet for exactly twelve seconds (Bobby counted), before another question popped into his head.
"Deeean.." Sam started when Dean lost his patience and cut Sam off.
"Sam!" He exclaimed. "Shut up!"
Sam closed his mouth and started pouting, and Bobby wondered whether or not to intervene in the bickering between the brothers. Before he could decide what to do though, he heard Sam sniffle a little and Bobby turned around to see Dean's expression soften.
"I'm not mad at you.." Dean said after he'd put the remote on the table and sat down on the floor next to his brother. "Sometimes you're just so annoying."
"Sowwy Dean.." Sam sniffled with big sad eyes that reminded Bobby of a kicked puppy.
"It's okay Sammy.. I'm sorry too.." Dean said and then tumbled over as Sam attacked him with a hug.
Bobby had been so busy watching how the boys had handled the conflict that he'd forgotten to pay attention to the breakfast he was supposed to be preparing, and he was torn away from the sight of the boys when the smell of burned food reached his nostrils.
"Balls!" Bobby exclaimed and regrettably had to start all over.
Ranger, however, was quite satisfied with the situation as Bobby dropped the ruined sausages into his bowl.
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Later that day, Bobby was heading to town in one of his old cars with the Winchester brothers seated and buckled up on the backseat. It hadn't been easy to drag the two boys with him though. Bobby had wanted to go grocery shopping, and Dean had looked quite weird at him when Bobby had said that he and Sam were gonna tag along. Dean had claimed that when his daddy ran errands, Dean would stay home (wherever that was at the time) and look out for Sammy in the mean while. But no matter how much Dean tried to convince Bobby that he was big and responsible enough, there was no way in hell Bobby would leave the two boys alone at home. Sam had been a whole different story than Dean.. Bobby couldn't believe that anyone could be that excited about something as plain and simple as going grocery shopping, but Sam had been very eager and had asked about a million questions.
"Okay boys remember, if anyone asks I'm your uncle. Got it?" Bobby asked as he lifted Sam into the shopping cart.
"Got it." Dean said and held onto the side of the shopping cart as Bobby started rolling it towards the entrance of the shop.
"Sam, who am I?" Bobby asked and hoped Sam would remember.
"Unca Bobba!" Sam answered with a big smile which made Dean snicker a little.
"Good job, Sammy.." Dean then said which made Sam smile ever wider.
Bobby let out a deep sigh as they went through the doors to the grocery store and he already dreaded this tremendously. Sioux Falls was one of those everybody-knows-everybody societies, so the whole town knew who he was. They also knew that since Bobby's wife Karen had died, Bobby had been a little less friendly to the people in town and a little friendlier towards the bottles of whiskey in his house.
"Bobby Singer!" A female voice twittered and Bobby sighed heavily.
"Balls.." He muttered before looking in the direction of the voice to see Judith Gibbs walking towards him. "Hi Judith."
"Bobby, it's so good to see you." Mrs. Gibbs smiled. "It feels like I haven't seen you in ages! Can you believe how long it's been?"
"Not long enough.." Bobby mumbled.
Mrs. Gibbs didn't seem to have heard the remark as she kept rambling about everything from cupcakes to her neighbor's geraniums to the prizes on rhubarbs. Just as Bobby thought his ears would melt away and his head would explode, the seven-year-old Winchester brother came to his rescue.
"Uncle Bobby, can we go?" Dean pleaded. "You promised us an ice-cream!"
"Ice-cweam!" Sam exclaimed with excitement and clapped his hands.
"Oh my Goodness, who are those two little angels?" Mrs. Gibbs asked.
"These are my nephews.." Bobby said.
"Your nephews?" Mrs. Gibbs asked. "I didn't even know you had any siblings, Bobby?"
"Yeah, I've got a brother – Johnny.." Bobby said. "Businessman, moves a lot."
"Uncle Bobby?" Dean said again and jerked away as Mrs. Gibbs tried to pinch his cheek.
"Well, as you heard I made them a promise so.." Bobby said and excused himself before finally being able to move along and - when he was far enough away from Mrs. Gibbs - he ruffled Dean's hair. "Thanks kid."
"You're welcome." Dean said with a proud smile.
"Okay, so the first thing we need to buy before I forget about it, are those Lucky Charms.." Bobby said and pushed the shopping cart towards the breakfast aisle.
"Here they are!" Dean exclaimed and held up a package for the hunter.
"This is what all the fuss is about?" Bobby snorted as he accepted the package and then put it into the shopping cart.
Sam's eyes widened by the sight of the Lucky Charms package that plumped down next to him, and he grabbed the package and held it to his chest as a smile spread on his face. Anything else be damned, Bobby was quite proud of himself for being able to make the kid look so happy. He had a feeling the Winchester brothers could need a little happiness once in a while.
They picked up everything Bobby figured they would need and then they headed for the check-out. As Bobby started taking up the groceries from the shopping cart, he heard a familiar voice behind him in the line.
"Where's your usual stock of whiskey, Singer?" Ryan Feller – one of the local morons – asked which made a few others of the local morons in the line laugh.
"Ryan, be nice." Mrs. Welsh said from her position behind the cash register as she beeped in Bobby's groceries.
Bobby just did like he always did when one of those stupid folks talked about him – he just ignored the guy while he found some cash, paid and then left the store. Unfortunately, Ryan had decided he didn't want to leave Bobby alone cause as Bobby rolled the shopping card towards his car, Ryan's voice sounded behind him again.
"I'm surprised in you, Singer." Ryan smirked. "I actually think this is the very first time I've seen you around here without a bottle of whiskey in your basket. Did you finally tend an AA meeting, or are you just trying to behave in front of the kids? Whose are they anyway?"
"I don't wike the man, unca Bobba.." Sam said with a little frown line on his young face, before Bobby could answer Ryan's question.
"Cute, but it's pronounced like, little buddy." Ryan said to Sam in a mocking way and he then let out a growl as Dean placed a kick to his shin. "You little…"
Ryan lifted his hand as if he'd wanted to back-hand Dean, but before anything could happen, Bobby pulled Dean behind him.
"You listen to me now, cause I'm only gonna say this once!" Bobby angrily growled at Ryan who took a step backwards in sheer surprise at the sudden out-burst. "You and the others bastards in this town can say what you want about me - I don't care – but if you ever lay a hand on my boys, I'm gonna snap your neck! You hear me?"
Ryan looked a bit pale and he simply nodded before he walked away as fast as possible. Bobby took a deep breath to calm himself down, and he then turned to look at the Winchester brothers again who were staring at him with big eyes.
"I'm sorry for yelling." Bobby said. "I hope I didn't scare you."
"Nah, we're good." Dean promised.
"Good.." Bobby said and then began to load the groceries into the car, before lifting Sam out of the shopping cart and into the car.
When everything was settled and they were ready to go, Bobby turned on the car and washed a hand down his face. Looking after kids was tough and anyone who said anything else were big fat liars! Bobby couldn't wait to get back to the salvage yard….
"Unca Bobba, can we have ice-cweam now?" Sam asked from the backseat.
"Balls.." Bobby muttered.
Half an hour later, Bobby pulled the car up in front of his house – with two boys on the backseat whose stomachs had been stuffed with ice-cream.
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TBC…
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-Elisa.