The next morning, Dean woke up in a panic. He looked around, and didn't recognize his surroundings. He reached under his pillow for his knife, but it wasn't there. He looked over and saw Sam, still sleeping peacefully. He felt a stinging under his eye, and he touched it, wincing. It was then that the memories had come rushing back to him. Dad's drinking. The glass breaking. His father's hand flying at him and knocking him backwards. Bobby.

Bobby's house. They were at Bobby's house. They were safe.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief. He shook Sam's shoulder's, gently waking him.

"Five more minutes." His little brother mumbled.

Dean smiled. "I'll be in the kitchen when you decide to drag your ass out of bed, sunshine."

"Bad word." Sam muttered into his pillow sleepily.

Dean chuckled. Sammy's innocence surprised him sometimes. He slipped out of bed, tucking the covers back around Sam before he left. As he made his way to the kitchen, he smelled food. Bacon.

"Mornin', kid. You sleep alright?"

"Yeah. Thanks again for letting us stay here."

"Anytime." Bobby gestured for him to sit, and then served him up some waffles with a side of bacon.

Dean stared at it as if it was a foreign object. Was he dreaming?

"You okay?" Bobby asked, looking amused.

"Yeah, I just...we never have bacon."

"Well, I hope you like it. Got a whole freezer of it out back."

"This is awesome." Dean started eating, saving the smoky flavor of the delicious, crunchy bacon.

"And, here comes sleeping beauty!" Bobby grinned as Sam came shuffling in.

"Is that Bacon?" he asked, eyes wide.

"It's just bacon, kids. I don't see what the bid deal is." Bobby laughed.

"It's Bacon." Dean said around a mouthful of waffles. "It's like the Holy Grail of meat."

"Okay then." Bobby rolled his eyes, and served Sam a plate.

"You're the best, Uncle Bobby." Sam threw his little arms around the older man.

"Shut up and eat your food." Bobby grumbled, but he hugged Sammy back nonetheless.

After breakfast, Bobby instructed the boys to get their shoes on. They hadn't packed a bag or anything, so it was time to run to town for supplies.

Two hours later, they were at the checkout stand with some new clothes, and toothbrushes. When the cashier asked for his ID, Dean gasped a little when Bobby pulled out his Driver's License. Once in the car, Dean turned to the older man. "You used your actual credit card?"

"Aw, kid..." Bobby said sadly. Making a living with theft and credit card fraud was no way to live.

They had barely reached the house when they heard a familiar sound: the Impala's engine coming down the road. Terror flashed in the boys' eyes, and Bobby felt the rage coming back. "Take these and go inside." Bobby shoved the bags at Sam and Dean, and the boys ran inside.

Bobby stood on the porch, arms folded across his chest. John threw the car in park and stumbled out. "Where are they?"

"John Winchester, you son of a bitch." Bobby resisted the urge to punch the man square in the face.

"Bobby, you tell me where they are."

"Get off my property before I call the cops."

"You wouldn't."

"Oh, I would." Bobby pulled out his cell phone. "The boys are safe, which is more than I can say when they're with you. That's all you need to know."

"You're not their father!"

"Well you ain't actin' like much of a father!" Bobby spat back, flipping open his cell.

"Fine! I'm leaving." John backed away grudgingly.

"Don't even bother comin' back til you're sober." Bobby warned.

John muttered unintelligible curses under his breath, but got in the Impala to leave anyway. Bobby breathed a sigh of relief and went inside to check on Sam and Dean. He found them in his room, cowering in the closet. Dean's arms were wrapped tightly around Sammy.

"He's gone." Bobby told them. They visibly relaxed, and came out. In an uncharacteristic display of affection, Bobby wrapped the boys in a hug. "You're safe here. That bastard can't touch you as long as I'm around."

Although they were safe physically, Bobby knew from experience that the emotional damage would last a lifetime, especially for Dean. He only hoped that in the time the boys were here, they would learn some semblance of normalcy. He vowed to be the father they needed.