South Dakota 1987,

"Get off my back Bobby," John growled.

After Dean went missing John had a vendetta with the demon who stole his son. John decided he would keep his vow to his eldest son and would not stop looking for him. Along the way John met a supernatural hunter slash mechanic Bobby Singer. Bobby took an instant liking to John and his boy Sam, but he felt John's hunt for his missing son was causing John to be blind towards the son right in front of him.

"All I'm saying is your leaving your fucking four-year old son when he is sick is pretty damn low." Bobby retorted. Sammy a couple of days of go caught a nasty flu and hasn't been able to shake it off. At first John was there for him, and taking care of him. Now John was growing restless, and decide he couldn't wait for his younger son to get better not when his older one is out there.

"Bobby if you can't handle it I can drop Sam off at Jim's..." John offered as he packed up his stuff. Bobby was red and steaming how could John be so ignorant as to ignore his sick son. Granted if Bobby had son, and missing one none the less he would go to the ends of the earth and back just to find his boy, but not when another son is in the mix and to top it all off the kid is sick.

"John Jim will be furious at you just as much as I am for leaving your son to go catch up with some random ass hunter." Bobby pointed out.

"Look this random ass hunter says he knows something about a kid with a scar on his neck." John retorted. Bobby let out one big huff before replying back, " John a lot of kids have scars on their neck... That doesn't mean shit."

John was walking down the stairs while yelling at Bobby, "Yeah well if there is a million to one chance of having my son back I'm taking it." John then walked over to the couch where Sammy was sleeping at.

"Daddy?" Sammy asked sleepily. John sighed and started to pet the top of Sam's head, "Yeah its daddy, Sammy daddy has to go for a little while but you need to be good for Bobby okay?" John asked and Sam weakly nodded with a smile. "Daddy you going to find Dean?" Sammy asked. John stared back at his sick son and saw hope in the young boy's eye. Though Sammy had chocolate brown hair, and brown eyes Sam reminded John of the trust and innocence Dean had at the age, "Yeah I'm gonna try." John answered. "Good cause I miss him." Sam then fell back into a deep asleep, and John saw him as an angel. Just loved his boys so much, but the thought of one of his angels out there in the world being tortured, or worse... No John couldn't live that he would find his boy till the day he died and protect him with everything he had.

John walked out the door and drove away, Bobby stood at the door frame shaking his head, "Idjit..."

"Uncle Bobby," Bobby snapped his attention from the empty front yard to the sick little boy on the couch.

"Yeah Sammy? He asked walking over the boy and kneeling in front of him, "Will daddy find ever Dean?"

The question took Bobby breath away, but he knew owed the boy an answer. The only thing was he didn't know how to answer it because Bobby never met Dean. The boy had been kidnap the night Mary died, and it was sad for multiple reasons but mainly because of how much John loved him. The little boy was all John ever talked about, apparently Dean at four years old was a protector and made John the envy of every parent. According to John dean hardly threw temper tantrums, fussed when he was told something he didn't want to do and the boy was smart as a whip. That why John made it his mission to find his boy or least the body of his boy.

Though Sam never had a chance to remember Dean he still wanted to meet his brother. John told Sammy there was a chance Dean was in heaven with mommy, but he wanted to at least find the body and give some a proper burial next to his wife grave. Sammy told his dad he understood, but he also told his dad he knew Dean was alive. Bobby could tell when ever Sammy told John this, it ate John up inside that his little boy had so much faith in him, and how could he possibly let him down. Bobby also knew about the promise John made to Dean four years ago, and Bobby knew John didn't want to let the other son down like he has done in the past. Bobby was still a bit against the idea of holding out an empty hunt for this long, but at least John give his eldest son a proper burial. He could understand that idea and was completely for since the odds of the boys being alive were slim to none.

"Bobby?" Bobby snapped back into reality when he heard Sammy's sickly voice. Bobby wanted to believe the little boy who stole his family heart years ago would be found, but it seemed unlikely, "Yeah I think your daddy will find Dean." Bobby lied for the sake of two little boys hurting in this situation, and the thought of there being a little hope out there for the boy was comforting to all of them.

"Hey why don't get you to a real bed?" Bobby asked. Sam didn't answer he just lifted his arms out for Bobby to carry him up the stairs. After Sammy had some medicine and was tuck into bed, Bobby let out a sigh, 'ain't this one hell of a night' He got and ruffled Sammy hair, "I think I'm gonna hit the hay Sammy night."

"Night uncle bobby I love you." Bobby almost had tears in his eyes from that. Bobby didn't understand why John couldn't give attention to perfect kid in front of him.

"Dean you must be one hell of a kid." Bobby said under his breath. After closing Sammy's door.

4:37 A.M Bobby's house

Bobby was dead asleep from pure exhaustion because of a sick Sam and an asshole John. That's why when the telephone rang at nearly five in morning bobby was less than pleased. At first he decided to ignore it, but after the third time Bobby had enough.

"This better be important..." Bobby mumbled to himself as he slowly shuffled to phone before picking it up.

"Hello who the hell is calling at fu..." Bobby started but was quickly interrupted. "Bobby its John!" Bobby rolled his eyes. Of course John Winchester would call at some ungodly hour, "John I should pump your ass with rock-salt for calling me this early in the morning! Now what do you want you damn idjit?" Bobby basically yelled.

Though Bobby was wanting answer nothing could prepare him for what John was about to say.

"I found Dean."