John and the boys stayed with some relatives of Mary’s. An uncle bought a cemetery plot and a stone,
but the grave was empty. The fire had
been incredibly hot.
John knew her death had not been normal. He tried researching and could find nothing. He went to Missouri Mosely. Most of the time, he took the boys with him. From Missouri, he learned about the evil that
was out there.
John would bump into hunters because he was looking for
them. They knew how raw and unlearned he
was. He was given a name: Bobby Singer.
While John was searching, Dean was having his own
problems. He was afraid; horribly
afraid. All memories of Castiel and his
protection were gone. His mind, in pain
and anger, blocked all of it; too much pain and horror for a four-year-old. Mary’s
family didn’t want him. He refused to
talk, and they could not separate him from Sam.
John had changed drastically. When he got the name of Bobby Singer, he
called the man. Leaving the boys with
Mary’s family, he drove to South Dakota.
After several weeks, he received a call to come get Dean. The Campbells told him they would gladly take
care of Sam, but Dean was not normal and
had to go.
John talked with Bobby and left for Lawrence,
Kansas. There was a loud
argument. Dean climbed back into Sam’s crib and refused
to get out. John entered the room and
packed the boys’ things. He reached into
the crib for his oldest son. The boy
froze and stiffened and held on to his baby brother.
“Dean, I am taking both of you away from here. I don’t know how you know, but you do. Where you are going, you’ll both be
safe. Now let me get both of you in the
car. We’re leaving here and I won’t
bring you back.”
Hazel eyes looked into the older Winchester’s. The blond head nodded, but he still didn’t
talk.
John put both of his sons into the back seat of the Impala
and drove to South Dakota and Bobby Singer. In the back seat with the boys was
a very sad guardian angel.
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