Bobby was
awakened by an early phone call. He
looked at his clock and noted the time.
It was 3:00 a.m. He walked into
the kitchen and picked up his hunter phone.
A soft,
weak voice queried, “Bobby?”
“John? Are you okay?”
“It wasn’t
what I thought. It was a demon, Bobby; a
powerful one. It’s gone. Protect my boys. It told me you have them. I think it’s coming after them. Protect my boys.”
“John are
you all right? You coming here?”
“I’m hurt
pretty bad. I busted my leg and there’s
no way I can even drive right now. Don’t
worry about me. It wants my boys,
Bobby! Protect them!”
“Don’t
worry about them, John. I’ll take care
of them. Caleb is here.”
“Thanks,
Bobby. Keep me updated. You have the number here.”
“I will.”
The hunter
hung up the phone and turned to see the oldest Winchester boy staring at him.
“Dean, are
you okay?"
“How bad is my Dad?”
“He’s messed
up his leg, but he’ll be okay,” the hunter replied softly.
“What’s
coming, Uncle Bobby?”
“A demon,
Son.”
“Tell me
what I need to do,” the boy said quietly.
“Go get
Caleb and check on your brother and make sure the room is salted at any
opening.”
“Yes, Sir,”
Dean answered as he headed upstairs to awaken Caleb.
Bobby made
a pot of coffee and some hot chocolate.
Caleb entered and sat at the table.
Ten minutes later, Dean joined them.
The three
made their plans to keep out a demon and whatever it brought with him.
Castiel,
listening to the plans, looked towards the ceiling.
“Father?”
“Yes, my
Son?”
“May I
fight?”
“If it
becomes necessary; yes.”
“Thank
you, Father.”
The angel
stood behind his charge and kept his peace surrounding the boy, helping him remain calm.
Bobby
fixed breakfast and all turned as Sam entered the kitchen, yawning.
“Hey,
Sammy. There’s hot chocolate and Uncle
Bobby’s making pancakes.”
The
younger Winchester smiled and joined the three at the table.
The time
of waiting was upon them.
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