Drag the Vamp

Bobby Singer was the go to man whenever a hunter needed to know something about whatever. He was also the guy who could be a director of the FBI, US Marshals, you name it and he could do it while cooking up his usual fare of lunch. He was also the guy that firmly believed that time could be taken out of training to teach a boy how to play baseball; a firm belief that all work and no play made a person dull and more likely into an ass.

It was a beautiful summer day and he decided he was going to spend it with his two favorite boys, Sam and Dean Winchester. The boys had been left with him even though they were somewhat old enough to go with John on the hunt but given that what he was hunting was something the boys shouldn't have to see just yet, it was better that they stayed with him. The truth was that Bobby didn't mind at all since he was rather fond of Sam and Dean.

Bobby looked out at his property while dishing himself a cup of coffee, deciding what to do as a fun day for the boys. Granted that John expected them to learn something from their time with him, Bobby figured that he could squeeze in both fun and work.

"Uncle Bobby, are we going hunting today?"

Bobby turned to see sixteen year old Dean standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Twelve year old Sam was nowhere to be seen; probably hitting the books again. That boy was like a walking encyclopedia. He replied, "Not today Dean."

"Dad wanted us to get in some practice. Easy ones since Sammy is still green though I think he kicked ass on his first one."

Bobby heard all about Sam's first hunt and how he ganked the spirit. What he couldn't figure out was who the hunter was that kept the spirit busy while Sam did the work of salting and burning the thing. He knew quite a few really good hunters but the description that Dean gave, which was supplemented by Sam, was not a description he was familiar with. He figured that the boys were lucky that night.

They didn't get away with it completely when John came back. Rather he was upset that they almost got themselves killed but he seemed to be proud of them too. According to Bobby it was one of the rare times that he actually heard something that sounded like praise coming from the man.

"Well, there may be a few things but I thought today we'd take a day off," Bobby replied.

Bobby saw the look of puzzlement flash across Dean's face. It was Sam though who asked as he came into the kitchen pulling on one of his hoodies, "What are we going to do today Uncle Bobby?"

That was a good question. Bobby wracked his brains for something that didn't hit too close to home in terms of hunting and research. He knew Sam was the whiz at it but that kid was happier with a laptop than with a gun or knife in his hand. As far as he knew, there was one thing that he could think of that would take their minds off of hunting and training and the like. He looked at the boys and said, "Well…"

~0~0~

"This is great Uncle Bobby!"

Bobby watched as Dean caught the ball he had thrown. It was a spur of the moment idea but heck playing baseball seemed to be a good way to bring some fun into the boys' lives. Even Sam was having a good time and that kid preferred soccer. They stayed the entire day and the sky was starting to darken as night was coming. He watched as Dean said, "Hey Sammy, see if you can hit this one."

"I can hit anything you throw at me!"

Bobby chuckled as Dean threw the ball. Sam took aim and swung his bat. The ball hit with a good sounding pop and it sailed high into the air. Bobby was getting old but he could still run a fair piece and he was going to prove it. He had his eyes on the ball.

Sam grinned as he watched Bobby try to catch his ball. It was disappointing when he did but that meant that it was his turn to play the outfield. He handed the bat over to Bobby and raced to be out there with Dean as his brother went to take left field.

Sam took right field and waited. Bobby popped one first to Dean who caught it easily and threw it back. The next one was his. He watched as Bobby popped it out towards him. It was going to go deep so Sam took off running. He kept his eye on the ball and followed it but he didn't anticipate the result.

The ball was caught by a man. He looked a little pale like he didn't have enough sunshine. He was grinning at him though as he was holding the ball Bobby had hit and was tossing it up and down. He looked at Sam and asked, "Lose something?"

Sam could sense that something was not right with this guy. He wasn't sure though so he had to be polite. "That's my ball. We… we're playing baseball."

"Ah the great American sport," the stranger replied still holding onto the ball. "The perfect game for young boys. It makes it flow nice and fast."

Sam was officially freaked out now. He didn't have anything but a small pocket knife he kept in his pocket and his glove. He took a few tentative steps backwards.

The stranger said, "What are you running from? Don't you want your ball back?" He held it out to Sam.

Sam was no fool though. He didn't move even when the stranger prompted him to take it. That seemed to make the stranger angry and Sam saw something that verified that the stranger was not human in the least. The eyes became red rimmed and the pupils were huge. Sam took off running. Better to have Bobby there.

The stranger took off after Sam. It was early in the day for such activity but the little boy smelled good. His blood smelled good. He was hungry and he wanted it.

Dean saw Sam running and he was followed by someone chasing him. He knew it wasn't in jest since Sam's face was distorted into fear. His first instinct was protect Sam. That was his job. He started running to meet Sam and his hand strayed toward his pocket for his knife. "Sammy!"

Bobby saw it and had the bat and was ready to start swinging. He and Dean were on an intercept course to catch the guy. Bobby knew it was a vampire. He noticed the features that distinguished them and he cursed that he didn't have anything to chop the head off but he could give it a hard enough hit to keep him dazed. He gripped the bat hard and raced forward.

All of a sudden, something leapt over the fence that separated the field from the parking lot and bounded towards the guy chasing Sam. It took Bobby a split second to realize that it was a rather large dog that leapt forward and actually leapt over Sam and collided with the vampire. Bobby watched as the dog tackled the vampire and with a bone crushing grip, grabbed the wrist holding the ball and dragged the vampire back towards someone near the edge.

Bobby couldn't make head or tails out of who it was since they were wearing a hoodie like Sam was but he could distinctly hear, "You're out."

Before Bobby could say anything the three of them were gone into the tree infested park. They must've bobbed in and out through the trees since Bobby couldn't see anything. Sam and Dean joined him and he asked, "You alright boys?"

"Yeah," they answered in unison.

"Who was that Uncle Bobby?" Sam asked the question.

Bobby had no idea. He did have a clue that it was a hunter because they knew how to handle themselves. The thing was he had never seen a dog do anything like that.

"Forget that Sammy, that dog was awesome. Did you see the way it dragged the guy?" Dean was ecstatic over the action now that Sam was safe.

As if on cue, the dog came back and it had a gift for them. It approached Bobby and looked at him. Bobby looked at the boys and then at the dog warily and held out his hand. The dog put the missing ball into his hand along with a little bit of drool. It barked and then turned around and ran back. Bobby held the ball and looked in the direction it went before ushering the boys back to the truck.

On the way back to the house, the boys talked about the dog and the catches and this they made. To Bobby they didn't seem any worse for the wear so he was fine with that. They seemed to chatter animatedly about the dog. He knew they wanted a dog and they could always play with Rumsfeld but with the way John raised them, a dog was a hindrance.

"Hey Sammy, did that dog look familiar to you?"

"Maybe Dean."

"No biggie. At least we had fun right?"

Bobby didn't say anything. His mind was on the hunter that just showed up out of nowhere and saved their bacon. John had told him something similar happened. He wondered if it was the same one. If so then someone must be watching out for the Winchesters and it looked like it was a full time job for whoever it was.

A/N: Sorry had to re post once I realized what someone was taking about.