Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Kripke and the CW. I own nothing.
Previously on Supernatural- Things were definitely back on track at Uncle Bobby's house.
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"Daddy has to go back to work now boys." John said as he walked over to the shelf by the door and picked up his keys. "You two be good for Uncle Bobby while I'm gone. And Dean make sure you finish that schoolwork, okay champ?"
"Okay dad" Dean agreed. Grabbing his book bag he pulled out his paper and pencils and quickly set to work.
Seeing his father getting ready to leave Sammy ran over to John and wrapped his arms around one of his dad's legs. "Does you have to go, daddy?" he timidly asked.
Sighing John leaned down and scooped up his youngest child. "Yes, Sammy. Daddy has to go this time. But don't worry. You and Dean and Uncle Bobby are gonna have lots of fun while I'm gone." He assured the little boy.
"Hey Sammy" Bobby called as he came into the room and gently placed Aaron on his blanket, "think you could help me with the dogs? I don't have enough hands to throw balls to Wolf and Harley."
"Okay" Sammy happily replied. He gave John a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before squirming out of his father's arms. He raced over to Bobby, took his uncle's hand, and started pulling him toward the kitchen. "Bye daddy!" he called.
"Huh, that went easier than I thought it would." John muttered. Pocketing his keys he picked up his duffle and glanced over at Dean. "See you in a couple of days sport."
"Sure" Dean replied. "Hey dad? I didn't really do all those things you told Bobby, did I?" Dean curiously asked.
"You kidding me? You tried to give Sammy to three different people the first few days he was home." John said. "And when that didn't do anything but earn you a time out, you drew all over one end of his crib, hollered for me, and then put the crayon in Sammy's little fist and told me he did it."
"I did? Bet you…Wait! How do you know I gave Sammy the crayon after I drew on the crib? How do you know Sammy didn't do it?" Dean questioned.
"You mean besides the fact that you drew three stick figures?" John asked chuckling as his eldest's expression. "You wrote your name Dean."
"I wrote my…Man! What an idiot!" Dean exclaimed slapping his forehead.
"Actually, your mom thought it was cute. She insisted we leave the picture there, wouldn't let me wipe it off." John told him.
"Really? She wasn't mad at me?" Dean asked.
"Oh, she was mad alright, just not at you. She let me have it for not paying enough attention to you." John corrected. "Don't think I'd ever seen her that angry before. She really chewed me out that time. Then she told you that you got to decide your old man's punishment."
"Like we did with Sammy" Dean commented. "So, uhh, what'd I make you do?"
"You told me I couldn't go play with my friends for a week." John laughed. "You were so proud of yourself for making me stay home. I didn't have the heart to tell you that I already had the week off from work."
Dean sighed as Aaron began fussing. "Guess I better go see what's wrong with the kid." He grumbled not wanting his dad to stop reminiscing. He walked over to the baby and sat down beside him. "What's a matter, kiddo? Want your rattle?" he asked shaking the toy.
John watched as Dean easily calmed the baby down. Smiling he opened the front door. "Bye Dean" he called before walking out the door.
Outside
"Get it Wolf!" Sammy hollered as he threw the big blue ball. Giggling as the dog loped over to the ball, snatched it out of the old tire it had landed in, and then curled up inside the tire the littlest Winchester raced over to his uncle. "Uncle Bobby! Look at Wolf!" he shouted pointing.
"Looks like you wore him out Sammy." Bobby told the little boy. "Guess we'll have to find something else to do for a while."
"Hide and seek! Hide and seek!" Sammy chanted as he danced around the hunter.
"Okay, hide and seek, it is." Bobby agreed. "I'll count while you go hide. Just remember, you have to stay in the yard."
"Okay, Uncle Bobby" Sammy agreed. He waited for Bobby to cover his eyes and then ran off in search of the perfect hiding spot. Seeing the picnic table and bench he raced over and climbed under the bench. Slapping his hands over his mouth so his uncle wouldn't hear his laughing Sammy lay still waiting.
"18, 19, 20! Ready or not, here I come!" Bobby called. Turning around he carefully looked over his yard grinning as he caught sight of Sammy's jean clad behind under the picnic bench. "Hmmmmm, where'd he go?" he loudly mused scratching his beard. Walking around the yard he made a show of looking in several different spots and scratching his head when he didn't find Sammy. After a few minutes of searching, Bobby went over to the picnic table. "Hmmm, I wonder where Sammy could be." he said as he slowly knelt down and reached under the table. "Gotcha!" he called grabbing the little boy's leg.
Sammy shrieked with delight as his uncle pulled him out from under the bench and tickled his tummy. "My turn! My turn!" he giggled.
"Okay kiddo, close your eyes." Bobby instructed. Once Sammy's eyes shut he quickly walked over to the grill and sat down behind it while still keeping an eye on the boy.
"16, 19, 20! Ready or not, here I come!" Sammy hollered opening his eyes. Bending down he looked under the table and bench for his uncle. Finding no one there he stood back up and looked toward the house. Hearing a loud cough he spun around and stared in the direction of the noise. Seeing his uncle's plaid shirt behind the legs of the grill he dashed over and jumped on Bobby's back. "I found you! I found you!" he sang.
"Sure did champ" Bobby praised as he stood and gave Sammy a piggy back ride. "Guess that means it's my turn."
Bobby spent the next hour and a half playing hide and seek with Sammy only stopping when Dean hollered out the door that the baby was hungry. Taking Sammy by the hand Bobby led the little boy inside. "You and Dean go wash up for lunch while I warm up the casserole." Bobby instructed ruffling Sammy's hair.
"Okay" Sammy agreed. "DEAN! Uncle Bobby said to wash up!" he hollered as he ran out of the kitchen.
Shaking his head Bobby took the casserole dish out of the refrigerator and set it in the microwave to heat up. After setting plates and spoons on the table, he walked into the living room, scooped up Aaron, and carried him into the kitchen. He had just gotten Aaron settled in his high chair when Dean and Sammy ran into the kitchen. Catching Sammy around the waist he tossed him into the air before depositing the youngster into his chair. Bobby then spooned casserole on Dean and Sammy's plates before taking a seat and helping himself to some.
The kitchen was full of talking and laughter as Sammy recounted everything he and Bobby had done that morning down to the last detail. Even Aaron got into the act slamming his hand down on his plate splashing food all over himself and Bobby.
"Dean, are you almost through with your work?" Bobby asked as he cleaned the baby's fingers and face with a wet rag.
"Almost. I have two more math problems." Dean replied.
"Good" Bobby said as he picked Aaron up. "You and Sammy take some of the books on the floor and start making us a race track while I go put Aaron down for a nap and change shirts. That way everything will be ready to race by the time I get back."
"Cool! Come on Sammy" Dean called. He put his plate and Sammy's in the sink before following his little brother out of the kitchen.
"Alright, Aaron, let's go get cleaned up and get you to bed." Bobby said as he walked out of the room.
Later
"I won!" Dean softly shouted. Grabbing his car he carefully set it back at the top of the ramp ready to race again.
"We'll get you this time Dean." Bobby challenged. "Won't we Sammy?"
"Uh huh" Sammy replied as he placed his car beside Dean's. Hearing a knock on the door he turned.
"Stay here, you two" Bobby ordered. Getting up he cautiously walked over to the door and peered out the tiny window. Opening the door a little he took a flask off the shelf and handed it to the person outside the door before nodding and stepping aside to let a young couple come in.
"Aaron asleep?" Chet asked as he walked through the door.
"Yeah" Bobby replied. "He's on the bed in my room."
"I'll get him." Chet told his wife as he headed for the hallway.
Lib Campbell walked into the living room and frowned. "Winchester's here?" she asked.
"No, John just stopped by to drop the boys off." Bobby replied.
"Figures" she huffed scowling at the two boys as they started playing chase. "You didn't let him near Aaron, did you?"
"What's your problem, Lib? I know John's kind of demanding and he can be a real pain in the rear sometimes. But he's a good man and father." Bobby defended.
"Good father? Please, the man doesn't have a clue how to handle children. Frankly I'm surprised those two are still in one piece." Lib retorted. "The state really ought to take his children away before he…"
"Don't you dare say that!" Bobby growled. "You so much as think about calling on him and you'll regret it!"
"Chill out, Bobby. I wouldn't do that to the almighty John Winchester. I value my life." Lib grumbled. Staring at Sammy as he ran past she hollered, "Hey kid! Quit making so much noise!"
"Leave'em be. They're not hurting anything, Lib." Bobby instructed grinning in relief as Chet walked back into the room with a wide awake Aaron. "I bet you guys are ready to get home and relax for a while after that long ride. Let me show you to the door."
"Na na na na na! You can't get me!" Sammy sang sticking out his tongue at Dean. Turning he ran around the recliner and headed for Bobby.
"Kid! I said stop!" Lib hollered grabbing Sammy's arm and yanking on it.
Sammy's cry of pain had Dean racing over. Growling at the woman to back off he gently picked up his little brother and carried him to the couch with Bobby right behind him. "You okay, Sammy?" he softly asked. "Did she hurt you?"
"Uh, uh huh" Sammy cried holding his arm close to his side. "She hurted my arm!"
"Let me see, sport" Bobby said as he carefully took the injured limb and examined it. "Crap! She pulled his elbow out. Dean, go get the truck keys. We'll have to take him to the ER to get it popped back in." Turning to the young couple he scowled. "I think you two better leave."
"Yeah" Dean agreed. "You better keep an eye on her mister. She doesn't know how to treat little kids."
"Now wait just a minute!" Lib hollered. "I'll have you…"
"Cool it Lib!" Chet broke in. "You've done enough damage! Get out to the car now!" He watched his wife stomp out the door before glancing back at Bobby and the boys. "Sorry about that Bobby. He needs anything, you let me know. And tell the doc to send the bill to me."
"Alright, thanks Chet" Bobby said as he picked up Sammy and headed for the door.
After sitting in the waiting room of the busy ER for an hour, Sammy's name was finally called. Bobby and the boys stood and followed the nurse to the room five. Rounding the curtain they were surprised to find Nurse Vonnie waiting for them. "Vonnie, I thought you were at a conference?" Bobby asked as he sat on a chair with Sammy in his lap.
"I just got back a little while ago and came in to get my schedule for next week. I was on my way out when I saw Sammy's folder on the desk. Thought I better stay and see what the problem was." Vonnie explained smiling down at Sammy. "What's wrong with my favorite Winchester?"
"That bitch Lib pulled Sammy's elbow out!" Dean fumed.
"Dean" Bobby warned placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"What? She is." He replied.
"That doesn't mean you need to use that word, Dean." Vonnie said. "You wouldn't want Sammy saying that, would you?"
"No, dad would flip." Dean muttered looking down at his feet. "Sorry Nurse Vonnie"
"It's alright Dean. I'd be angry if someone did that to my brother, too." Vonnie told the little boy. Hearing the doctor come around the curtain she added, "Now what do you say we get Sammy fixed up so you guys can get out of here."
"Sounds good" Dean replied. He stood beside Bobby rubbing Sammy's back whispering reassurances to his little brother as the doctor examined his arm before popping the elbow back in place. "See Sammy? That was a piece of cake." He whispered.
Bobby carried Sammy out to the waiting room and sat him down in a chair beside Dean so he could go sign all the paperwork. He talked to Vonnie as he signed the various papers. Then with a quick goodbye he walked back to the boys and herded them out to the truck. After making sure the boys were buckled up, Bobby started the truck and pulled out of the parking lot. "Hey guys Vonnie told me about a great pizza place that's close by. She said they've got the best pizza in town and there's even going to be a special guest there tonight. What do you say? You boys up for some pizza?"
"Yea!" both boys hollered.
"Pizza it is." Bobby agreed. He drove a couple of blocks before turning into a small parking lot. Parking in the first available space he cut the engine and opened the door. He helped Sammy unfasten his seat belt and then picked the little boy up. Taking Dean by the hand he walked the two boys into the restaurant taking a booth by the window. After ordering their drinks and a large pepperoni pizza, Bobby relaxed watching as John's boys colored on their place mats. Hearing the familiar music start up and seeing a certain person coming out of a door in the back Bobby smiled. "Look Sammy!" he called pointing behind the boys.
Sammy turned around in his seat and sat up on his knees. He peered over the back of the bench eyes widening when he saw just who his uncle was pointing to. "Eeyore!" he hollered waving at the larger than life character. "Dean! It's Eeyore! Can we go see him? Can we? Huh? Please?"
"Go ahead boys. Just stay where I can see you." Bobby replied.
"Thank you Uncle Bobby!" Sammy shouted throwing his arms around the man's neck. "I love you!"
"Love you too Sammy" Bobby said returning the hug. "Now go on and see Eeyore before he gets away." Bobby sat back and watched Sammy race over dragging a reluctant Dean with him. Wishing every day could be like this for his boys he vowed to make the most of the time he had with both boys. Nothing was going to come between them again. Nothing.
The End (for real this time)