Supernatural

Meeting uncle bobby

Written by: Memphis_heat123

DISCLAIMER: I am in no way connected to the show or its actors. This story is not for profit, it is for fun only. None of the characters are mine.

SUMMARY: Three-year-old Sam and seven-year-old Dean meet Bobby for the first time when John drops them off for a couple weeks while he's hunting. WARNING: Contains the SPANKING of minors by an adult.

NOTE: I apologize if Sam seems younger or older then a three-year-old. I don't interact with kids that age very often, all of my nieces and nephews are either younger, or a lot older. I think I got it pretty close, but I'm not sure.

PRE-SERIES

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Seven-year-old Dean stood in the middle of a small motel room, his eyes scanning the room for anything he forgot. His Dad had just called fifteen minutes earlier and told him to have everything packed and ready to go.

"Where are we going?" Three-year-old Sam asked, as he sat on the bed playing with his toy soldiers.

"I don't know, Sammy." Dean replied.

"When are we leaving?"

"As soon as Dad gets here."

"When will Daddy get here?"

Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his little brother never got tired of asking questions.

"When he gets here." Dean answered.

"Wh….."

"Sammy." Dean said, cutting off another question. "Go ahead and put all of your soldiers but a few into their bag, you don't want to forget and leave them."

"Okay." The little boy said, doing as he was told.

The boys heard a soft knock on the door, then silence, then two more knocks. It was their Dad's knock. A moment later, the door was unlocked and John walked into the room.

"Daddy!" Sam squealed, launching himself off of the bed and into John's arms. John caught the flying boy, but the force of the impact caused him to take several steps back.

"Hey Sammy." John hugged his youngest boy, then sat him on his feet.

"Everything's ready to go." Dean said.

"You did good, Son." John said, ruffling his hair. "Help me pack up the Impala."

"Yes Sir."

Within a few minutes, the small family was heading down the highway.

"Boys." John said, looking in the review mirror at the boys in the backseat. "I need to be gone for a couple weeks."

Dean's head shot up and met his Dad's eyes in the mirror. He had never left them alone for more then a couple days at a time.

"I'm going to leave you two at the house of a very good friend of mine." John said.

"What's his name?" Sammy asked.

"Bobby Singer." John said, and then he smirked and added. "You can call him Uncle Bobby."

"Cool." The three-year-old smiled. "We have an Uncle."

"Dean." John said.

"Yes Sir."

"Bobby is a good man, you will be safe there. But he's not exactly the babysitting type; he doesn't know much bout kids. I expect you to be on your best behavior and watch out for Sammy."

"Yes Sir."

"And so you know, I already gave him permission to put both of you over his knee if you act out. Understand, boys?"

"Yes Sir." Both replied.

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It was several hours later when John pulled into a junk yard, the sun had started setting and cast strange shadows around the yard. Both boys looked out the windows at the stacks of old clunker cars towering above them. The two young boys thought it looked creepy.

John drove past a stack of cars that, to three-year-old Sammy, looked like it was about to collapse and land on top of them. He closed his eyes tight and crossed his fingers. He couldn't believe his Daddy was going to leave him here.

Dean saw his brother's reaction and quickly laid a reassuring hand on the younger boy's arm. The place looked creepy to the seven-year-old as well, but his Dad said they would be safe there. So he knew it was safe.

John parked the car and Sammy opened his eyes. They were parked in front of an old house. A man a little older then their Dad was standing in front of it. He was about as tall as John, but was slightly bigger.

John got out and motioned for the boys to do the same. Dean helped Sam out of his booster seat, then the two boys climbed out of the car and walked over to stand beside their Dad.

"Boys, say hello to Bobby." John said.

Sammy looked up at the man and decided right then that he didn't like him, he looked scary. His face was hid behind a bunch of hair and a cap, and his face looked mad. The little boy wrapped his arms around one of John's blue jean clad legs, and hid behind him.

Dean thought the man looked scary as well, and he wanted to hide behind his Dad. But he was taught to be respectful of adults, and he didn't think that that was very respectful. Besides, his Dad said the man was a friend, and his Dad would never leave them with someone who would hurt them.

The seven-year-old took a deep breath, then stepped forward and held out his hand. His voice was calm and solid as he spoke. "Hello, Mr. Singer. Thank you for letting Sammy and me stay here."

Bobby smiled as he shook the small hand. "Hello Dean." Then he looked at Sam, who was peeking at him from behind John's leg. "Hello Sam."

The three-year-old gulped, then quickly hid again behind John.

"Sammy don't mean to be rude." Dean explained. "He's just shy."

"That's okay." Bobby said, smiling at Dean. "I have a couple weeks to get him to like me."

John twisted around and picked up Sammy, who wrapped his arms around his Dad's neck and buried his face into his shoulder.

"Come on in." John said, leading the way into the house.

Dean looked around the cluttered room, telling himself that he was going to have to watch Sammy closely. There was a lot of books and other things piled on top of each other that the little boy could easily topple over.

"Dean." Bobby said. "You and Sammy will be sharing a room, top of the stairs and first door on the left. The head is the second door on the right."

John sat Sammy down on his feet and looked at Dean. "Go on up and get settled, Bobby and me have some things to talk about. Stay in your room till I call you."

"Yes Sir." Dean said, grabbing his and Sammy's bags. "Come on Sammy."

The two boys headed upstairs, Sammy following closely behind his brother.

"Don't touch nothing." Bobby said, sounding gruffer then he meant to. "Assume everything is loaded."

"Yes Sir." Dean said. He knew not to touch weapons unless his Dad was right there. He was a pretty good shot, and knew how to clean most of the weapons. But he wasn't allowed to touch one by himself.

Dean and Sam walked into the room and Dean shut the door and dropped the bags onto the floor.

"I don't want to stay." Sammy said, as his eyes watered. "He's mean."

"Sammy, you don't even know him."

"He looks mean."

Dean knelt in front of the small boy and asked. "Do you think Dad would leave us with someone who's mean?"

"No." Sam said.

"Then Mr. Singer isn't mean."

"You sure?" Sammy asked, with hopeful eyes.

"I'm sure, just give him a chance."

"Okay." Sammy smiled.

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John and Bobby were sitting in the kitchen, drinking beer and talking.

"Thanks again for watching them." John said.

"Not a problem." Bobby replied. "But like I said, I ain't exactly the Ward Cleaver type."

"Just don't forget to feed and water them, they'll be fine." John smiled. "Dean can watch after Sammy."

"You just concentrate on the hunt." Bobby said. "A nest of Vamps require your full attention."

John looked at the map spread out on the table. "Thanks to Elkins, these things are nearly extinct. He's damn good at tracking them." John laid a finger on a section of the map. "He says they're here."

"It's still a pretty big area to search." Bobby said.

"Yeah, that's why Elkin asked me to join him. Figured two could cover more ground."

"Elkin's an expert on Vamps." Bobby said. "I know you're stubborn as hell, but listen to him."

"I will."

"Does Dean know what you're hunting?" Bobby asked, hoping not to spark another argument. When John had told him that the seven-year-old knew about monsters, that John had sat him down and explained all about the evil creatures out there, Bobby had told him he was damn idiot.

In Bobby's opinion, seven was too young to know what was out there. He also thought that seven was too young to baby sit his kid brother for a day or two at a time. But they were John's kids, and he knew he didn't have a say in the matter.

"No." John replied. "He knows I'm going hunting, but he doesn't know what I'm hunting."

The two men talked for a few more minutes about Vamps and about how to kill them. Then John called Dean and Sam downstairs.

"Boys." John said, once they entered the kitchen. "I've got to head out, you two listen to Bobby and don't give him any trouble."

"Yes Sir." Both boys said.

"Dean, you watch your brother."

"Yes Sir."

John hugged Sam and kissed the top of head, then did the same to Dean. Then he left. Bobby looked at the two small boys, both of whom looked as if they wanted to cry.

"How does chili sound for supper?" Bobby asked, as he stood up and walked over to the stove.

"It sounds good, Mr. Singer." Dean said, trying to sound cheerful for his little brother. "We love chili."

"You can drop the Mr." Bobby said. "It's just plain ole Bobby."

"Daddy said we could call you Uncle Bobby." Sammy said, looking at the man. To him, Bobby still looked scary, but his big brother said that Bobby was not mean. And his big brother was never wrong.

Bobby wasn't sure why, but he liked the words 'Uncle Bobby' coming from the small boy. He figured John told him that as a joke, but Bobby didn't care. He still liked it.

"I would be honored for you two to call me Uncle Bobby." He said.

Sammy smiled, Dean was right. He wasn't mean.

"You two run along and play, I'll warm up some chili."

"Yes Sir." They said, and then went back upstairs.

Bobby smiled as they walked out of the kitchen, maybe the next couple weeks wouldn't be that bad after all.

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That night, the two boys laid in bed.

"Dean." Sam said.

"Yeah?" Came the sleepy reply.

"Uncle Bobby's nice."

"I know. Now go to sleep."

"Dean?"

"What?" Dean moaned. He was really sleepy.

"Is two weeks a long time?"

"No."

"How…."

"Sammy, go to sleep."

"Not sleepy."

"Don't care, sleep anyway."

"Can't."

"Then lay there and be quite."

"Okay."

Everything was quite for about two minutes, and Dean was just about asleep.

"Hey, Dean."

"Sammy." Dean snapped. "Go to sleep."

Sammy was quite after that and Dean smiled, then he frowned when he heard his little brother sniffling.

"I didn't mean to sound cross." Dean said, as he wrapped an arm around his brother. Sammy snuggled in close to Dean and soon both boys were asleep.

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The next morning, Dean woke up and smiled at his sleeping brother. He carefully climbed out of bed and walked into the hall and to the bathroom. He took care of his business, then walked out of the bathroom and almost ran into Bobby.

"Morning, Dean."

"Morning, Uncle Bobby." Dean said, causing Bobby to smile.

"After you get Sammy up, come on downstairs. I've got pancakes and sausage for breakfast."

"Okay."

Bobby went downstairs and Dean went back into the bedroom and over to the bed.

"Wake up Sammy." He said, shaking the younger boy's shoulder. "Come on, Sammy. Get up."

Sammy mumbled something, but did not open his eyes.

"Sammy." Dean said, more sternly. But the little boy didn't stir.

"Sammy. Time to get up."

"Go 'way." Sammy mumbled.

"Fine." Dean smiled. "Be that way." Then he sat on the edge of the bed and reached a hand under the covers. He made sure Sam wouldn't be able to see his arm under the sheet, and then he pinched his little brother's big toe.

"Oww!" Sammy sat up and glared at Dean. "That hurt."

"What hurt?" Dean asked, pretending innocence. Then he pinched the toe again.

"Stop it!" Sammy yelled.

"Stop what?" Dean asked, holding up both hands in surrender. "I didn't do nothing."

"You pinched my toe." Sammy accused.

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"No I…." then Dean got a scared look on his face. "Oh no, it's them."

"W...what's them?" Sammy asked, not liking the sound of his brother's whispered voice.

"Bed bugs." Dean whispered, slowly standing up and looking in horror at the bed. "They have huge teeth and love nibbling on little toes. Then if they like the taste, they bite the toes off."

The statement had the desired effect, Sammy jumped out of bed in a flash. The little boy was completely awake now. But Dean did not expect the boy to run from the room screaming at the top of his lungs.

"Sammy, no." Dean ran after him, trying to stop him. But it was too late, he heard Bobby running up the stairs.

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Bobby was pouring orange juice into glasses, when he heard a high pierced scream coming from upstairs. The hunter sat the juice pitcher down and rushed to the stairs, grabbing a sawed off shot gun filled with rock salt from the top of a shelf in the living room.

He made it half way up the stairs, and saw Sammy start to run down them. The little boy was screaming something about not wanting his toes bit off. When Sammy was a few steps above Bobby, he jumped and landed in Bobby's arms. Then he buried his face into the stunned man's chest.

Only many years of training kept Bobby and Sammy from toppling back down the stairs. Bobby managed to steady himself after the impact of the small body hitting him. He looked up and saw Dean standing at the top of the stairs, he too looked upset. But Bobby noticed that Dean looked more guilty then scared.

"What's wrong?" Bobby asked, as he leaned the shotgun against the wall so he could use both hands to pull the frightened three-year-old away from his chest to look at him.

"Your bed bugs bitted my toe." Sammy wailed, clinging to Bobby's shirt.

"Bed bugs?" Now Bobby was really confused.

"Don't let'em bite'em off." Sammy wailed, reburying his face into Bobby's chest.

Bobby looked up at Dean again and saw the seven-year-old shifting from foot to foot. The young boy looked nervous, scared, and guilty. Realization hit Bobby and he grabbed the shot gun and turned around, heading back downstairs.

"Come here, Dean." He growled, as he walked. One arm was wrapped around the frightened boy tightly.

Dean gulped, and then followed. He figured he was in deep trouble. And he felt real bad about scaring Sammy as bad as he did, he didn't think the kid would react like that. He just wanted to scare him a little bit, not a whole lot.

Bobby replaced the shot gun and gently sat Sammy on his feet, after prizing his small hands a loose from his shirt. Once Sammy was no longer clinging to Bobby, he instantly rushed over to Dean and clung to him. This made Dean feel even worse.

Bobby was about to start lecturing Dean, but stopped when he saw the look of misery on the young boy's face. He just stood back and watched the scene unfold.

"Sammy." Dean said gently, as he knelt in front of the smaller boy. "There ain't no bed bugs."

"But they bitted my toe." Sammy sniffled.

"No they didn't, I pinched your toe."

"Why?" Sammy asked, giving the older boy a confused look.

"To scare you, it was only a joke."

"It not funny." Sammy glared at him. "I was scared."

"I know, and I'm real sorry. I didn't mean to scare you so badly."

"I mad at you." Sammy said, crossing his small arms across his skinny chest.

"Come on, Sammy." Dean pleaded. "I'm sorry."

"Okay." Sammy said, sighing. "I forgive you."

"Thanks Tiger." Dean hugged the little boy, and Sammy hugged him back.

"Sammy." Bobby said. "It's a little cold in here, run upstairs and grab your slippers. And grab Dean's too."

"Yes Sir." The little boy said, running upstairs. The bed bug scare done forgotten.

Dean watched him head upstairs, then he stood and faced Bobby. The hunter was giving the boy a stern look, and Dean bit his bottom lip.

"You think that was funny, boy?" Bobby asked, his voice serious.

"A..at the time, Sir." Dean said.

"How about now?"

"No Sir."

"You sure?"

"Yes Sir."

Bobby grinned and said. "It still is to me."

"Really?" Dean sighed in relief. If Bobby was smiling, then he couldn't be in much trouble.

"Yeah." Bobby said. "But next time you decide to scare the kid, give me a heads up. That scared ten years off of my life." He sat down in a chair and motioned for Dean to sit as well.

"I didn't mean for him to run from the room screaming." Dean said, sitting on the couch.

"You scare him often?"

"No Sir, just every once in a while."

"Well, I guess that the privilege of being the big brother." Bobby said. He stood up and added. "You were wrong by the way. I don't have bed bugs."

"I know." Dean smiled.

"But I do have couch bugs, nasty little critters."

"What?" Dean asked, jumping up. Then he glared at the man a moment later. "Not funny Uncle Bobby."

"Remember what I said about older brothers?" Bobby asked, as he walked in the kitchen. "It goes double for uncles."

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TBC

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