Characters: Bobby Singer, Young Sam Winchester, Young Dean Winchester
Rating: PG for a Swear
“You boys all packed up? Your Dad’ll be here in a few minutes and I know he wants to get on the road so make sure you’ve got your bags packed. Don’t be leaving anything behind you might be wanting or that I don’t want to be finding when you’ve gone, and I’m looking at you Dean.”
Dean squirmed and tried to look innocent as he smiled back at his “Uncle.” Dean and Bobby both knew Bobby was talking about the magazines he’d found under Dean’s bed after their last visit. John and Sam didn’t need to know but Bobby had had a few uncomfortable words with the boy upon their return.
Bobby sighed. John Winchester had no idea his boys were growing up and becoming men, all he saw were two hunters-in-training, Bobby didn’t really think it was his place to talk about the birds and the bees but he supposed his short sermon on respecting women was better than nothing. It was more than John had time or patience for anyway.
“Sam, about that conversation we had earlier, if it goes well you’ll be needing this,” Bobby added offering Sam a twenty dollar note. Bobby was referring to Sam’s intentions to ask a young lady friend out to a movie, but Bobby knew better than to blurt it out in front of Dean, who would no doubt tease Sam senseless during the long drive ‘home.’
Sam looked wistfully at the offering but didn’t reach for it, “Dad says we’re not allowed to ask for money.”
“You didn’t ask. Just if she says yes, you’ll be a gentleman about it, if she says no buy yourself an ice-cream you poor bastard.”
“That’s a lot of ice-cream,” Dean complained.
“I did you a favour not telling your Dad about that other thing remember? Now you two stay out of trouble and try to eat something green once in awhile.”
“Yes Uncle Bobby,” Sam smiled.
“Alright, go wait out front for your Dad then," Bobby instructed gruffly, he couldn't have those boys thinking he'd gone totally soft.
The boys nodded and headed out. Bobby let out a sigh as the door clanged shut behind them, he always felt like a little piece of himself left with the boys.