Meeting the Winchesters Ch. 2
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Previously: Making his way into his bedroom, Bobby walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers and slipped them on before crawling into bed. The last thing he thought before going to sleep was, "I'm sure glad it's only one man I have to deal with this time" and not two inept bunglers like the last two that idiot Caleb had sent his way just so he wouldn't have to deal with them. He still owed the bald hunter a swift kick in that ass for that one.
Waking early the next morning, Bobby threw the wool blanket covering him off and then sat up, yawning, as he swiped a hand across the beard that adorned his lower face. It was still rather early, only 6:30 in the morning, but he needed to make himself breakfast and then get started on rebuilding the motor in that Chevelle if he wanted to get it even halfway finished before the Winchester man showed up.
"Hmmm, maybe I'll get lucky and the rookie will know a little something about cars and I'll have a little help for a change," he thought to himself as he pushed himself up off the bed to make his way to the bathroom so he could take care of pressing business.
"Nah, not with the luck I have," Bobby grumbled as he washed his hands after having used the bathroom and then made his way downstairs, dressed only in his boxers, so he could cook himself some bacon and eggs. He didn't think the imbecile Jim sent his way would appreciate him doing so once he arrived.
Arriving at the bottom of the stairs, he walked into the kitchen and cursed as he stumped his toe on one of the hard wooden chairs at the table. Walking over to the fridge, he pulled out the egg carton to find only one cracked egg sitting in the container.
"Balls, can't anything go right this morning?" he groused as he threw the container in the trash and reached for the container of chili left over from last night. Warmed up chili would be better than nothing in his stomach.
Grasping a metal pot from underneath the counter, he placed it on the stove and then poured some of the chili into it, making sure to turn the burner on low heat. Once satisfied that the pot would come to a slow boil, he left it simmering so that he could take care of feeding Rumsfeld also. He was a damned good guard dog and as such, deserved to be well taken care of. Putting some food and water into the dog's bowl, he whistled loudly for the dog to come eat breakfast and then made his way back inside. His stomach was beginning to think he'd slit his own throat, he was so damn hungry.
~~Supernatural~~
Rolling over in the bed as the sunlight streamed through the motel curtains, John gasped aloud at the sight of the empty bed across from his own, the bed in which his oldest son should have been sleeping. Quickly pushing the blanket covering him from off his legs, he stood up and was about to begin the search for his eldest when he heard the soft sound of suckling coming from the portable crib.
Knowing immediately where Dean was, John walked over to the crib and smiled at the sight of his baby sucking his thumb contentedly while a slumbering Dean was snuggled up close to him.
"Bet you need a diaper change, don't you Tiger?" John whispered as he reached into to pick up his youngest, trying his best not to disturb Dean. Off course, he should have known it was futile since he immediately saw inquisitive green eyes looking up at him when he removed the baby from Dean's side.
"It's okay Sport, it's just me," John informed his son with a smile as he lifted Sammy into his arms. "Your brother needs his diaper changed."
Nodding his head in understanding, Dean stood up and climbed over the bar of the portable crib so he could be close to Sammy as he was changed. Sometimes Sammy could be cranky during a diaper change, and he needed to be there in case his baby brother needing soothing.
Laying his youngest down on the bed with a sigh, John longed to hear his son's voice. Dean had rarely spoken since his mother's death and he was worried that he was going to lose the child to a place he knew he wouldn't be able to join him.
Pulling the tabs lose from Sammy's diaper as Dean climbed onto the bed and started stroking his brother's cheek, John pulled the diaper open to only to find his shirt getting suddenly soaked by a golden shower.
"Whoa, there Kiddo," he hissed as he quickly placed the diaper back over Sammy to stop the baby from peeing on him even more than he already had. He didn't complain however as he heard the best sound he had heard in ages, the sound of his first born giggling.
"You think that's funny do ya?" John stated with a smile as he reached over to ruffle his son's blond hair. "I think maybe I should let you change this one instead of me."
"Okay, Daddy," Dean voiced softly, his voice a little hoarse from not being used. "Sammy won't pee on me."
Allowing Dean to sit in front of him, John monitored as Dean expertly changed his baby brother for the first time, his heart soaring at the fact that Dean had finally spoken a few words. Sure, Dean's voice was nothing more than a mere whisper, but to him it felt like Dean had shouted the words from the highest rooftop.
"Wow, you did good, Sport." John praised his eldest once Dean had finished the diapering Sammy and he picked the baby up and prepared to place him into Dean's arms. "How about feeding your brother so I can take a shower?"
Nodding his head in agreement, Dean leaned back against the headboard for support and then gladly accepted the weight of his younger sibling, as John made sure he had a firm hold of the little one before letting him go.
"I'll only be a few minutes, Dean-O," John stated as he grasped a bottle and filled it with milk and then handed it to Dean before making his way to the small motel bathroom, making sure to leave the door open just in case anybody tried to enter the room.
~~Supernatural~~
After having cleaned off all the sludge and degreasing the engine, Bobby began to disassemble the engine, starting first with the external parts. The exhaust manifolds were the first to come off, quickly followed by the brackets that held the AC compressor, alternator, power steering pump, and smog pump in place. Using the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the sweat off of his brow, he then removed those parts so he could take the distributor out, which would have to be wrapped with a clean rag for washing later.
Finishing up approximately an hour or two later with removing the rest of the external parts, he decided to have himself a cold brew before going to work on dismantling the internal parts of the engine. It wouldn't hurt to have a beer or two before the freaking greenhorn arrived and it would hopefully put him in a better mood to deal with the man.
Striding across the yard and into the house, he noted the mess of tomes strewn about the floor. He wondered if maybe he should clean them up some and put them away, but then thought better of it. If that Winchester fella didn't like the way he kept house, then that was just too damned bad.
Walking into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and pulled out a PBR, twisted off the top and guzzled half of the refreshing bottle of booze before pulling it away and wiping the moisture from his lips and chin where the beer had dribbled from his mouth.
Letting out an impressive belch, Bobby glanced towards the pantry that held what little food he had. He would have to make a run to the grocery store if he had any hopes of feeding the newbie that was headed his way. He thought about waiting and letting Winchester pay his part for the food that was to be bought, but then he knew Jim Murphy would have his hide if he ever found out, and Lord knows, he didn't want to cross the preacher man. Jim could be a downright ornery cuss at times, especially for a man of the cloth.
Taking a fee more sips of his beer, Bobby recapped the bottle and then placed the rest of it back into the fridge. He didn't need to drink too much of the stuff if he was going to be driving into town later. The last thing he needed was another run in with that new Sheriff Jody Mills. He couldn't understand what the woman had against him, but she sure liked to rattle his chains. Hell, he couldn't help it if he had the reputation of the town drunk.
Scratching the scruff of his beard, Bobby belched one last time before heading back outside. He had a job to finish.
~~Supernatural~~
Exiting the bathroom with a terry cloth towel firmly wrapped around his waist, John quickly checked on his boys before rooting through his duffle for a clean pair of boxers and blue jeans. He knew he would have to get their clothing washed soon or they would have nothing to wear. Of course, he also knew he didn't really have the money to spend at a laundromat if they were going to make it all the way to North Sioux City, South Dakota.
He still needed to purchase some more diapers for Sammy and Dean would need something to eat along the way until they arrived at Singer Salvage. He would just have to be careful with his money and forgo meals of his own to make sure his children were taken care of.
Knowing there was no sense in worrying about things that he couldn't change, John quickly returned to the bathroom to get dressed. Glancing in the mirror, John could hardly believe the man looking back at him in the reflection was himself. The past year had aged him more than he cared to admit. God , how he missed Mary. Even after a year, it still took everything he had within him to get through the day. If it weren't for his boys, he was afraid to think about what he might have done.
Shaking the morose thought from his mind, he strode out of the bathroom with a fake smile upon his face.
"You about ready to go, Champ?" John asked as he walked over to the bed where little Sammy was finishing his bottle.
Taking the gurgling baby into his arms, John lay Sammy against his chest and then patted his back, eliciting a burp from the youngster as Dean slid off the bed and grabbed his duffle in reply.
'Guess it is going to be a quiet trip,' John thought to himself with a sigh as he placed what little they had laying around the motel room into his own duffle.
Glancing around the motel room, he surveyed it one last time, before ushering Dean out the door. They still had a long trip ahead of them.
TBC