Two days after Dean’s encounter with the little girl, the Impala was heard pulling into the salvage yard. Bobby cursed, but Dean remained silent.
John entered the house when his son opened the door for him. He picked up Sam and hugged him and turned to stare at the older boy. Dean saw tears in his father’s eyes and frowned.
The boy watched his father intently. John turned red.
Bobby scowled, “Like hell you are. The agreement was when he turns seven and
he’s just six.”
The
angel went to his charge and looked into the hazel eyes and saw
determination. Sam was the main concern
now. Castiel shook his head. Before him was a small boy with a man’s
concerns on his shoulders. The angel
felt defeated.
“Son,” John spoke softly.
“I’m sorry I missed your birthday. I seem to do that a lot.” The older Winchester looked at Bobby.
“I’ve come to get the boys.”
“Well, I’m breaking the agreement. Dean and I have things we have to do. He knows it.
Don’t you, Dean?”
Thoughts of the yellow-eyed man and the little girl
worried Dean. He looked into his
father’s eyes and knew he had to go.
“Unca Bobby, I love you. This is home, but I gotta go with Dad.”
Castiel was fuming.
‘Father!’
‘It is time, Castiel, my Son. Dean knows there is a home here, but he now
has to train for Sammy. I have put that
need to do so in John Winchester. Dean will become the good son and the perfect
soldier. You will understand one day.’
Castiel stormed out of the house. He could hear loud voices. It took an hour, but Dean carried three
duffels with him. One was for
Sammy. One was for him. The third held the blade Beau gave him, holy
water, and salt that he took from Bobby’s supply. Slowly, he was building an arsenal.
John exited the house with Sam in his arms. Bobby had not convinced the man to leave the
youngest boy with him. Dean had said
Sammy was his job, and both men stared at the young boy.
Castiel sobbed, ‘Father, please?’
‘No, my Son.
Dean wants to go now. He knows that Sam is his job and he will do what
is necessary to protect him.’
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