Meeting the Winchesters

Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognizable in this story. I am making no profit from it either.

Author's Note: This is a Weechester story. Dean is nearing six years of age and Sammy is approximately nineteen months.

Standing outside in the early evening as he worked on the 1963 two tone classic Chevy Chevelle that he had promised a customer would be done by no later than Monday, Bobby Singer couldn't help but grumble aloud as he tried to loosen a rusted bolt on the engine, without much luck. "Damn that Jim Murphy. Who the hell does he think he is taking it upon himself to send a damn greenhorn my way, telling the idjit that I would be happy to train him? He had no damn right to do so without contacting me first."

Tugging off his grease stained ballcap as he slapped it against his leg, he cursed at the idea of having to train another newbie to the hunting profession. He didn't have the time to hold the man's hand as he tried to learn the ins and outs of becoming a full-fledged hunter of the supernatural. Yeah, he felt sorry for the guy after Jim told him what happened to the man's wife, but damn it, he had a business to run.

"I don't have the time to coddle his amateur ass and Jim should have known that." Bobby groused before placing the ballcap back on his head, knowing he needed to at least get the engine ready for pulling in the morning.

Grasping a different socket wrench from the tool box, Bobby placed it over the rusted bolt and pulled with both hands, heaving a sigh of relief when it finally came loose. At least one thing was going right in his world right now. Removing the bolt, he tossed it into a bucket and then went about removing the others so he could soon pull the engine from the car. He had a hell of a lot of work ahead of him yet, but most of it would have to wait until tomorrow since it was becoming dusk.

Closing the heavy steel tool box, he carried it over to the shed where he kept his tools and placed it on the stand before walking outside the shed and locking the doors. Yeah, his yard was well protected, but he didn't want to chance any thieves sneaking in through the night and heisting the tools it took him years to amass.

Walking across the yard towards his front porch, he smiled as his trusted guard dog, a brown colored Rhodesian Ridgeback, came trotting up to him, its tail wagging in the slight breeze. "Hey Boy, you getting hungry?" he asked as he reached out to scratch Rumsfeld behind the ears.

Allowing the dog to follow him up on the porch, he commanded it to "Stay" as he walked inside his house to get the bag of dog food. Carrying it out to the porch, he filled the bowl to overflowing. Waiting for the dog to finish its meal, he then gave it the command to patrol the perimeter of the yard and watched as it immediately trotted off to take up sentry duty. Now, he could go see about making his own meal.

~~Supernatural~~

Pulling into the long and winding driveway of the Traveler's Rest Motel, John parked his classic black Impala in front of the reception area and turned off the engine. It had been a long afternoon and evening of driving and he was more than ready to just relax for an hour or two and then climb into a comfortable bed. Of course, he knew he would have to order in some food for his boys before sleep time, but that wouldn't be much of a problem. Thrusting open the door, he slid his legs to the left and then climbed out, stretching the muscles in his back for just a minute before opening the back door of the car and reaching in to get his youngest out of the carseat.

Unfastening the buckle that held Sammy secure, John lifted the straps from around his baby and then tenderly lifted the slumbering toddler from the seat. "Let's go Dean," he voiced softly as he cradled Sammy against his chest with one arm.

Leading his boys inside the building, John wasn't surprised when Dean hid slightly behind his legs as they approached the receptionist's desk. Dean had only recently started coming out of his shell since the incident that took Mary so long ago.

"Yes Sir, how can I help you?" Jackie, the voluptuous young blonde haired receptionist inquired as she eyed the man with two small boys in front of her.

"I'd like a room with double beds," John informed the woman as he pulled out his ragged leather wallet and gauged how much money he had.

"Yes Sir. Would you like a portable crib for the baby at no extra charge?" Jackie offered as she typed the information into a computer. "They are cleaned and sanitized after every use."

"That would be great. Thanks," John answered as he pulled Dean close when he felt his eldest shiver just a little.

"You're welcome. That will be thirty dollars and fifteen cents," Jackie informed the father of two, noticing the gold ring on his finger as he pulled the money from the wallet and handed it over. As she put the money in the drawer, she couldn't help but wonder where his wife was.

Handing over the room key, she said "You're in room 125. It's to your left and around the corner of the building."

"Thank you," John stated once again as he took the key before leading his boys out of the building. Opening the front door, he urged Dean in and then climbed in, holding Sam close to himself. Starting the engine, he drove the car around the corner and then parked in front of their room.

Climbing out of the car once again, he walked to the back of the car, knowing that Dean would follow, and opened the trunk where he pulled out a couple of duffle bags loaded with their things and Sammy's diaper bag.

Leading his children to the room, he opened the door and the deposited the duffle bags at the bottom of the bed closest to it. He was just about to start undressing Sammy to get him ready for a bath, when he heard a knock at the door. Peering through the peephole, he saw a young man holding a portable crib and opened the door for him to enter.

"I'll just set this up for you sir," Jamison, the young man, stated as he walked in and swiftly set up the portable crib by the far bed in the room.

"Thanks," John voiced as he pulled out his wallet and removed a five dollar bill from it to tip the young man.

"That won't be necessary sir, it was my pleasure," Jamison informed the man as he waved off the money. The small family didn't look like they had much and he wasn't going to be the reason those two little children had to do without food or clothing

Nodding his thanks, John escorted the teen out of the room and then locked the door behind him. It was time to call in a pizza and get his boys bathed for the night.

~~Supernatural~~

Standing by the old stove in the kitchen as he stirred a pot of his four alarm chili, Bobby thought about the things he would need to do before the man called John Winchester arrived. He knew that he would need to get some clean bed sheets and put them on the bed in the spare bedroom and maybe a blanket or two since the nights were getting cool. He would also need to make sure there were some towels and washcloths in the hallway bathroom and a roll or two of toilet paper. He never used that bathroom much, but with another man in the house, it would probably be prudent to do so.

Turning off the stove burner once the simmering pot of chili had come to a boil; Bobby reached up into the wooden cupboard and pulled out a ceramic bowl to place some of the chili in. Carrying it over to the table, he placed it there to cool for just a moment while he went to the fridge and pulled a cold beer from it.

Walking back over to the table, Bobby popped the top of the beer bottle, sat it beside the bowl of chili and then eagerly dug in with a spoon. Damn but he was hungry.

Finishing off his meal nearly fifteen minutes later, he rinsed the bowl off with tap water and placed it in the drainer. He would wash it along with the breakfast dishes in the morning. Grabbing a plastic container from the cupboard, he put the left over chili into it and then covered it with the lid. It would make for a good lunch for him and that Winchester fellow that was due to arrive on his doorstep some time tomorrow after noon.

Turning off the kitchen light and leaving the stairway light on, he walked around the house checking the sigils and wards around the doors before deciding to head up the stairs for the night. He really needed a shower to wash all the grime off of his body from working on the car and he needed a full night of sleep if he was going to be training another novice in the finer points of hunting.

Trudging up the stairwell once he knew the house was secure, he grimaced as he thought about the long days ahead of him that would entail teaching the new tenderfoot how to shoot properly, how to make silver bullets, and what he knew would be worst of all…trying to teach the aspiring hunter how to recite a Latin exorcism.

"One thing is for sure, Jim Murphy is going to owe me after this one," he thought to himself as walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, setting the temperature to his liking, before stripping off his clothing.

Finishing up his shower moments later, Bobby waltzed out of the bathroom, a large, blue terry cloth towel the only thing protecting his modestly. Making his way into his bedroom, he walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of boxers and slipped them on before crawling into bed. The last thing he thought before going to sleep was, "I'm sure glad it's only one man I have to deal with this time" and not two inept bunglers like the last two that idiot Caleb had sent his way just so he wouldn't have to deal with them. He still owed the bald hunter a swift kick in that ass for that one.

TBC It's been a while since I have written anything. If you are still interested in my style of writing and want to read more, let me know.