The boys
walked for two hours before they found a restaurant. Dean ordered breakfast for the two of them
and spent more time watching his little brother eat. Neither noticed the old car pull into the
parking lot. They did not see Bobby
Singer walk towards the door. He stood
inside the restaurant looking for the boys.
Spotting
Dean’s face, he grimly walked toward their table. The older boy spotted him and stood, studying
the older man’s face. Bobby knew that
the boy understood he was in trouble.
“Uncle
Bobby, I found Sammy,” came a stutter from older brother as the younger one
jumped up and hugged the man.
“I missed
you, Uncle Bobby,” came a mumbled reply as Sam’s face was buried against Bobby’s
body.
Bobby
shook his head and told both boys to sit down and finish their breakfast. He motioned to the waitress and ordered ham
and a short stack with a cup of coffee.
Dean
stared at his plate. He looked up into
the stern features of the hunter sitting next to Sam.
“I’m sorry
Uncle Bobby, but I’m not sorry I looked for Sammy. I found him.”
“You both
coulda been kidnapped, killed or worse,” came the gruff reply.
“I had to
go after him, Uncle Bobby. He’s my
brother and it’s my job to protect him.”
“It’s your
Dad’s job to protect him, Dean. It’s
your job to tell me things and get my help.
You’re a kid!”
“I’ve
taken care of him since I was four, Uncle Bobby. I’ve been raising him. It’s my only job. I won’t stop.”
Bobby
Singer looked at the defiant stance of the older Winchester boy. He would have become angry if he didn’t see
the quivering lip and the fear and worry in the hazel eyes.
He took
sip of his coffee.
Sighing,
he looked at both boys, “From now on, when you get an asinine idea like this,
think twice and don’t do it. Idjits.”
Sam smiled
and continued eating. Dean looked
relieved and sighed.
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