This is a story about the first time John Winchester left his boys with Bobby. Dean is 7, Sam is 3.

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Bobby Singer lived alone in his house in the old salvage yard in Sioux Falls. He had never had any kids with his delayed wife Karen – in fact, he never wanted to have kids at all. Bobby didn't think he had it in him to become a father and he was satisfied with the way things were. Little did he know, when he woke up this particular morning, that his life was about to turn upside down.

Bobby was sitting in his kitchen with a cup of steaming hot coffee in his hands when he heard the rumble of a car pulling up in his driveway.

"The hell..?" Bobby mumbled with a frown and put the coffee down.

He picked up his shotgun and carefully went outside on his porch to see who dared to stop by unexpected. If it was Rufus again, Bobby would shout him an earful for not calling first! But as he stepped outside and saw a black Chevy Impala from 1967 come to a stop in his salvage yard, Bobby was quite surprised to see who stepped out of the car.

"Winchester.." Bobby said in a gruff voice and lowered his shotgun. "What are you doing here? If you wanted help with something, you could've just called me."

"I know, but I need your help Singer." John said and then opened the door to the backseat to pick something up.

Bobby's eyes grew wide as the other backseat door – the one closest to him – opened up and a blond-haired boy that couldn't have been more than seven or eight stepped out of the car and looked around. The boy was wearing jeans and a worn t-shirt saying Led Zeppelin (that Bobby had no idea what meant) and he eyed the older hunter warily. On the other side of the car, John straightened up with something in his arms and closed the door behind him before walking around the car. Bobby gaped when it then occurred to him that the thing John was carrying wasn't a thing after all. It was another boy who was smaller than the first one and he was asleep. John put his hand on the oldest boy's back and led him towards Bobby who was still speechlessly watching the sight in front of him.

"Like I said.. I need your help." John said as he stopped up in front of the older hunter. "I've mentioned my boys, right?"

"Well.. Yeah.." Bobby said and let his eyes travel to the two young boys, before his look settled on John's face again.

"This is Dean.." John said and ruffled the hair of the boy who was standing next to him.

Dean didn't look satisfied with his hair being all messed up, but either John didn't seem to notice or he simply chose to ignore it.

"And the sleepy one here is Sammy.." John said as he nodded down on the sleeping boy he was carrying.

Bobby looked at the small boy in John's arms and wondered what the boy might look like behind the mop of curly brown locks that covered his face. Judging from the size of him, Bobby guessed the youngest boy – Sammy – was around two or three years old.

"Dad.." Dean said and pulled a bit at John's sleeve.

"I know Dean.." John said with a sigh and Bobby noticed how tired the younger hunter looked.

"You wanna come inside?" Bobby asked.

"Actually no, I'm kinda in a hurry." John said. "I need you to look after my boys while I'm off on a hunt."

"Come again?" Bobby said and gawped.

"I can't bring them along on this hunt and I can't leave them alone either." John said and shifted Sam a little bit on his arm.

The small boy let out a soft sigh but didn't wake up.

"Oh no no no.." Bobby said and held his hands up in the air in defense. "I can't take them."

"But this is really important. I talked to Joshua who knows someone that has got a lead on you-know-what." John said, obviously not wanting Dean to know the details of this hunt.

Bobby knew perfectly well what John was referring to. Ever since a hunter Bobby knew had first introduced the ex-marine John Winchester to him, he'd known that this man was on a mission to kill the evil supernatural creature that had killed his wife. For a long time, that was the only thing Bobby had really known about John's personal life since John was a man of few words and didn't trust a lot of people. Hell, Bobby couldn't blame him for that one. He only trusted a handful of people himself and only a few of them with his life. Bobby had wondered though for what reason John always either had to cut the phone calls short or had had to rush away after Bobby had helped him out with some research for God only knows what. That was until John had revealed to him - over a bottle of Johnny Walker - that he had been left alone with his two little boys after John's wife had been killed. How John had managed to be a hunter and also take care of two boys on the side was beyond Bobby, but this was indeed the very first time John had ever introduced his boys to him.

"Well good for you." Bobby said. "But you gotta find someone else to take your boys. I ain't doing it."

"I've got no other options Bobby. I haveto follow this lead, but I need to keep my boys safe." John said and was beginning to look rather desperate.

"And you think they'll be safe here.. with me?" Bobby asked and raised his eyebrows. "I know nothing about kids, John."

"They'll behave, I promise." John said and glanced down at his oldest son who was sulking a bit. "Right, Dean?"

"Yes sir.." Dean said but couldn't stop a little sigh from leaving his mouth.

John turned his attention back to Bobby and once again shifted Sam on his arm. This time, the small boy turned his head a bit to the side without waking up though, and as John carded a hand through Sam's bangs Bobby got a short glimpse of the youngest boy's face.

"I don't know what else to do, Bobby. You gotta help me.. Please.." John said which emphasized how desperate the younger hunter really was, since this was the very first time Bobby had ever heard the man use the word please.

"Ah hell.." Bobby mumbled, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, before looking back up at John. "How long do you plan on being gone?"

"You don't know how much this means to me." John said as he lit up in a relieved smile. "If I succeed, I'll finally be able to settle down with my boys.. Give them the life Mary always wanted for them, ya know?"

Bobby didn't get to answer before John had turned his attention to his oldest son.

"I have to go now, Ace." John told him and put a hand on Dean's shoulder while bending down a little to look him in the eyes.

"I wanna come with you, dad." Dean said. "Sammy too."

"I know, but I can't bring you with me this time, and since I don't know how long it's gonna take I'm not gonna leave you alone in a motel either, okay?" John said.

"But dad.." Dean started.

"Dean, that was an order." John said in a sharp voice.

"Yes sir.." Dean sighed.

"You do what Bobby tells you to do." John said. "And watch out for Sammy."

"Yes sir." Dean repeated and John patted his shoulder before straightening up again.

He then turned his attention to the sleeping boy in his arms and sighed. John brushed the hair away from Sam's forehead and then placed a kiss there before he let the hair fall back in place.

"Be good, Sammy." John mumbled and then handed Sam over to Bobby who reluctantly accepted the sleeping boy.

"You're not gonna wake him up before you leave?" Bobby asked.

"No.. It's better this way." John said before he turned around and walked to the car.

He pulled out a bag and placed it on the ground before heading to the driver side of the car.

"How long are you gonna be gone?" Bobby asked when he suddenly remembered that John hadn't answered his question from earlier.

"I don't know yet, but I'll be back as soon as possible!" John said as he grasped the door handle of the car.

"Wait, what?" Bobby exclaimed. "I don't know how to take care of kids, Johnny! What do they eat? What if something happens? What if they're gonna cry or something?"

"You'll figure it out!" John said and opened the car door. "Dean is a big boy and he'll help you with Sammy - he's good at that. Bye!"

John got into the car before Bobby could ask more questions and was soon speeding out of the salvage yard – leaving behind only a cloud of dusty sand as the rumble of the Impala slowly disappeared in the distance. That was also the moment where the youngest boy in Bobby's arms chose to wake up and then started wailing on the top of his lungs when he discovered the man grasping him wasn't his father.

"Balls.." Bobby mumbled and then sighed.

This was gonna be a very long day.

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