a/n: This fic is going to be a criss-cross between season 4 and 5, a mix up between the two. The facts from both with be mixed together, so at times it may not makes sense; but I would hope that you will read-on despite that.

The Power of Two: Twenty-Five (25) Years Later . . .

Bobby banged the last of the dirt from the dust pan into the garbage, slightly excited yet annoyed with himself that he had actually cleaned up for this occasion. There was a meatloaf in the oven with ten minute left on the timer, the table was set and he had gotten fresh beer.

He was acting like a house wife, but he would let it slid since he hadn't seen Nathan for a few months now. Three months ago Nathan had gone away to High Fliers, a camp that trained future NBA stars. Bobby was proud that his son had chosen something in the regular life and he wasn't interested in enough to pursue the Supernatural; despite knowing what was really out there.

"Dad?"

The door slammed and Bobby face scrunched up, "The door!"

Nathan winced forgetting one of his father's stronger rules. "Sorry," he called back, setting his duffle by the door.

He heard the ring of the timer go off and made his way to the kitchen; looking around the familiar house with a raised brow. He walked into the kitchen to find Bobby setting a steaming meatloaf on top of the stove. "Did you clean for me?" Nathan teased.

Bobby turned to him, "You think you're that special?"

Nathan grinned at him in return. "That's what my name tells me,"

Bobby shook his head, but pulled Nathan into a crushing hug anyway. "How've you been, boy?" he said gruffly, emotionally.

Nathan hugged him tightly back. "Good; the training went well; I got my A-game."

They pulled back from each other, but Bobby kept a hand on Nathan's shoulder. "Good," Bobby gave his shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "Good,"

Nathan gave him a look. "Why are you getting so emotional?"

Bobby pulled back, his face pinched into a scowl. "What's the rule, boy?" he demanded.

Nathan wasn't going to touch this with a pole. He shook his head instead. "No chick flick moments; if one is in the making, don't point it out to the other participants." Nathan recited.

"Good." Bobby told. "Now stop being an idjit and go wash up so we can eat this meal that I slaved over."

Nathan grinned at his father before he slipped up the stairs; the downstairs bathroom out of order at the moment.

While Nathan was upstairs, Bobby set the table and placed a couple of beers on the table, before serving the meatloaf. It had always been tough to get Nathan to come over, that is, without Dean and Sam finding out, not to mention the Angels and Castiel. Bobby had known of the Supernatural long before he had met John Winchester, it was the loss of his wife by a Demon that had gotten him into it in the first place. Bobby had been cautious back then, but ever since John had brought him Nathan, it was more than ten-fold now.

The instant that Bobby had held the baby boy in his arms, the Hunter knew that he had to go into research overload; finding anything and everything that he could to protect this child from every Monster out there. Making it so that they couldn't harm him, let alone even knowing that he existed despite the fact that Bobby was raising him. It had been hard work, and even now after 24 years he was still finding knew protection spells and wards. It was especially hard now that fringin' Angels were in the picture, the Devil too.

Not to mention the fact that the Winchester brothers seemed to drop in whenever the hell they wanted, very much inconvenient for Bobby. But he had been making it work for twenty-four years now, and he was sure that the Angels knew nothing about his son.

The front door slammed and Bobby stood frozen for a second before he realized the implications of what that actually meant.

"Balls," it left his mouth under his breath as he jumped into action.

First he shut the double doors that lead to the kitchen, blocking what he could with his company just upstairs.

"Balls," Bobby cursed again because that was all that he could do really.

He had no real way of stalling Nathan, so the only other thing that he could do was get the brothers to leave without getting them suspicious. But damn if they didn't know the instant that they saw him, and why the hell was he so damn flustered?

"What are you boys doing here?" Bobby asked gruffly, stepping in front of Sam and Dean; blocking their way before they could make it to the library.

"Bobby?" Dean questioned, already suspicious.

"Company," was all Bobby said.

Dean looked at him for a moment, before his eyes widened slightly and he grinned at Sam. "Bobby's got a lady friend!"

Sam grinned at Bobby too. "Wow, Bobby."

"Quit being a bunch of bone heads." Bobby growled back.

"This lady musta really need some lovin' if she's coming to you." Dean snickered.

Bobby swatted at him, which caused the younger man grin even more as he tried to dodge it. Bobby wasn't going to correct them, they had assumed that he had female company and he wasn't going to try and deny it—it was an excellent cover; one that they made up no less. He just wished that they'd hurry up and leave before Nathan came back down stairs and noticed his absence, and came looking.

"Fine." Dean said, knowing the implications that lay behind Bobby's stare if they stayed longer and the bodily harm that lay with it.

Sam and Dean turned the door, it was halfway pushed open when Nathan came stomping down that stairs and Bobby silently cursed. Though there was still that chance that the brothers would leave it alone—as it turned out, Sam did, already out the door and waiting for Dean—but Bobby just wanted to kick Dean where it hurts because he just couldn't let it go—especially this one time when it meant everything.

"Dean," Sam sighed, noticing that said brother had turned around, a devilish grin on his lips.

And even then it was fine because Bobby could still kick Dean's ass because that was the one thing that Dean would not want; to be on Bobby's bad side. But then that went to hell to because Nathan called out, in search of his father.

"Dad?"

"Dad?" Sam and Dean chorused giving Bobby confused looks; Sam coming back inside.

"Balls," Bobby cursed quietly, taking off his hat and scrubbing a hand through his hair as the doors behind him slid open and revealed Nathan.

"Dad? Oh!" Nathan said in surprise as he noticed Dean and Sam. "I didn't know that we had company."

"Dad?" Sam and Dean repeated, incredulous.