Bobby took Dean and Sam to town the last week of
August. Sam was in a stroller and kept
trying to climb out of it. Dean would
walk to the stroller and tell his brother to behave.
Both boys had grown a good deal. Bobby bought Dean new clothes and shoes for
school. He bought clothes and shoes for
Sam. School supplies were next on the
list. The store had lists for each
grade. He was pretty sure the
Kindergarten teachers were not going to be happy. Dean knew how to read, write his name, count
to twenty and could recite the alphabet.
Bobby took the boys out for lunch. Dean asked for a cheeseburger and pie.
“You know that’s not really good for you. If you eat a regular meal, I’ll get you the
pie.”
The hazel eyes stared up at the older man and weighed
his options. Bobby always loved to watch
this. The young boy was smart and was
contemplating whether or not he could manage keeping the pie if he pushed for a
cheeseburger. He finally nodded.
Castiel, watching this, was betting on Dean. He was trying to figure out how the boy would
get what he wanted.
The waitress asked them what they wanted. Bobby ordered a dinner, some finger foods for
Sam, and turned to Dean.
“What will you have, Son?”
The boy had listened carefully to how Bobby ordered his
meal.
“Hamburger steak with fried potatoes. Can I have a salad with lettuce, cheese, and
tomato? I don’t want rolls. Can I just have some bread please? And pie.”
The waitress walked off, Castiel was laughing, and the
hunter stared at the boy in front of him who had found a new way to order a
cheeseburger and still have a full meal. The hazel eyes stared at him and Bobby
swore there was a twinkle of laughter in them.
“God help us,” he murmured.
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