Meeting the Winchesters Ch. 3
Disclaimer: See Chapter One
Previously: '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.
Driving down the road approximately an hour later, John glanced into the backseat to see Sammy sleeping and Dean staring out the window with a somewhat somber look on his face. He couldn't help but wonder what was going through the child's mind. He knew Dean still had trouble dealing with what happened to his mother, even though it had been over a year now since she had...well, he didn't want to even think about it. All he knew was that it made his heart ache to think about the number of times that his eldest child had woken up screaming from a nightmare and crying for his Mommy.
Scrubbing his hand across his lower jaw, John thought back in time to the discussion he had with Missouri Moseley after the fire. People had thought he was crazy for going to see a psychic, but Missouri had opened his eyes to the world of darkness out there and it was something he was determined to protect his children from at all cost. The demon or whatever the hell it was that took his wife from him was not going to get his children too. He would be forever thankful to the woman for introducing him to Pastor Jim Murphy, who took him in and helped him and the boys when they needed it most. He knew he and the boys would always have a home with the man, should they ever need it.
Of course, the Pastor had opened his eyes to the world of hunters. Through Jim, he had met a man named Daniel Elkins who filled him in on the history of hunting, and had tried to teach him some basic survivor skills when it came to hunting the Supernatural, but then the man had been called out on a hunt which ended the training earlier than he would have liked. After returning to Jim's to allow the boys a little downtime, he and Jim had talked at length about a hunter named Bobby Singer who could teach him everything he needed to know. Apparently Bobby was the go-to-guy when it came to hunting. According to Jim, Bobby would teach him the skills he needed to protect Sam and Dean from the demon, and damn...he still had trouble believing they existed, while also training him to be one of the best hunters out there.
Glancing into the backseat once again, he noticed that Sammy was beginning to squirm about in his carseat and knew they would have to stop soon as the kid was sure to need a diaper change and would want something to eat soon. Sure, he knew Sammy should be out of diapers and off of the bottle by now, but what was the sense in potty training him when most of their time was spent on the road? No, he would wait until they were more settled to attempt that little feat. Spotting a sign for a diner up ahead, John slowed down and prepared to make the turn that would allow him and the boys to nourish and relieve themselves before hitting the road again.
~~Supernatural~~
Walking down the aisle of a grocery store, Bobby grumbled to himself as he glanced at the various canned foods for sale. Hell, he had no idea what that Winchester man would want to eat. He figured he couldn't go wrong with a few cans of beef stew and maybe a can or two of beans so he picked them up off the shelf and tossed them into his shopping cart before pushing on to the next aisle. Rounding the corner, he cursed aloud as he nearly ran into a couple of little old ladies standing there, gossiping no doubt from the sound of it. Tipping his hat and wishing them a good day as he walked away, he almost turned back around and gave them an earful about minding their own business when they started talking about him and his drinking. It was none of their damn business if he chose to have a few drinks now and then. If they knew some of what was really out there, they would get plastered a few times themselves.
Walking halfway down the aisle, Bobby tossed a few loaves of bread into his shopping cart before making his way to the meat department. Any man in his right mind would enjoy a few steaks and maybe some bologna and ham for sandwiches. Other than that and some eggs and cheese, Winchester would just have to do some damn shopping himself if he wanted anything other than what Bobby was cooking.
Making his way to the checkout, Bobby tossed the few items on the conveyor belt and then grabbed a box of cereal that was sitting on the counter. He thought maybe he had some milk in his refrigerator and a bowl of cereal would be better than no choice at all for breakfast if Winchester refused to eat eggs. And hell, why was he worried about feeding the man anyway. Damn Jim Murphy for putting him in this position once again.
Loading the three shopping bags in his car after having paid for them, Bobby climbed into his two tone Chevelle and fired up the engine. Pulling out of the parking lot just moments later, he decided to stop off at the liquor store also for a bottle of Jack and a couple of six packs of Bud. He was sure he would need them after a day of training the greenhorn in the finer art of hunting.
~~Supernatural~~
Eating some of the fries on his plate while sitting in the corner booth at the diner, Dean couldn't help but glance longingly at the park across the street. It had been so long since his Daddy had spent time with just him and Sammy to play. He knew his daddy was busy with those other men and was trying to learn things, but sometimes he wished that things could be like they used to be when Mommy was alive.
"Dean, you okay Champ?" John inquired as he noticed his child's eyes begin to glisten with unshed tears, drawing Sammy's attention to his big brother
"De' sad?" Sammy inquired as he reached out toward Dean from his high chair, wanting to be close to the big brother he adored.
"No Sammy, I'm fine," Dean whispered as he watched John lift Sammy from the highchair and place him beside Dean on the bench seat. Even if he was a little sad, he wouldn't let Sammy know that. His baby brother meant everything to him and all he cared about was that Sammy was happy.
"Uv you De,'" Sammy stated as he wrapped his arms around Dean and placed a sloppy kiss on his cheek making the older boy smile. He hated when his De was sad and knew how to make him feel better,
"Hey boys, what do you say we go over to that park across the street and play for a little while?" John asked shortly thereafter, having noticed the longing look on Dean's face as he watched the other children playing there. "I think it would do us some good to have fun before we have to climb in the car again and make our way to Bobby's place. I know I could sure use a little fun."
"Can we really?" Dean asked, his soft voice filled with hope. He knew Sammy was too little to play on the swings, but he was sure they could build a sandcastle in the sandbox with their dad's help.
"Sure we can Champ," John answered, knowing he had made the right decision by the smile that suddenly encompassed his son's face. But first, let's finish our meal," John stated as he scooped up a spoonful of mashed potatoes and offered the food to Sammy for eating. He was glad for once that Sam wasn't demanding to feed himself as he wasn't sure he was ready to clean up another royal mess of an attempt at self feeding.
Walking across the park just a few moments later, John played with his boys in the sandbox, building a fortress of sand that any person would be proud of until he noticed Sammy beginning to yawn and Dean beginning to act a little sluggish himself approximately ninety minutes later. It was time to hit the road again.
~~Several Hours Later~~
Sitting in the chair behind his desk as he did some research for Rufus Turner, Bobby glanced at his watch to see that it was a bit later than he thought. He knew he should go into the kitchen and throw a meal together, but just didn't feel up to the task of cooking yet. Hopefully the newbie wouldn't be too hungry when he arrived. Glancing back down at the tome he was trying to decipher, he had just gotten into the translation good when he heard Rumsfeld begin to bark
Hearing the sound of an unfamiliar engine just scant seconds later, Bobby stood up and walked over to the screen door and glanced outside to see a sleek black 1967 Chevy Impala making its way up the drive.
'Looks like the idjit has arrived', Bobby thought to himself as he threw open the door and walked out onto the porch to greet the man appreciating the fact that at least the greenhorn had a fine taste in cars, if nothing else.
Watching as John parked the muscle car and then exited the front seat, he threw a hand up in greeting and walked down the steps to meet him halfway. He was surprised when instead of walking forward, the man opened the backdoor to his car and reached inside for something, 'perhaps a duffle bag' he thought to himself.
His eyes just about grew out of their sockets when he noticed the man pull a child, no...a toddler from the car instead, and then another child slide out and stand almost hidden behind his jean clad legs.
"BALLS", Bobby swore under his breath as he plastered on a fake smile. "The idjit had rugrats!"
TBC Sorry for the late post. I meant to have this up sooner but was hit by the stomach virus that really knocked me for a loop. Hope you enjoyed the chapter.