"I'll pick you boys up Sunday night and don't give Bobby any trouble, you hear?" John told his three sons right before the trio exited the black '67 Chevy Impala.
"Yes, sir," his eldest said as he pulled a duffel bag from the trunk.
"Take care of your brothers, Dean."
Dean saluted his dad. "Come on guys."
Adam stretched from the backseat and kissed his dad's cheek. Sam said bye to his dad and rocketed out of the muscle car. John gave his sons one final wave before driving down the empty road.
"Free at last!" Sam bellowed stretching his long gangly arms in the air. "Two whole days without dad"
"I'm going to play X-Box!" Adam squealed in delight. One of the perks of staying with Bobby was that he allowed them to watch movies and play video games.
Dean led his little brothers to the rickety porch. Music blared from the backyard. The teenager smirked. The song playing was Creedence Clearwater Revival's "Have You Ever Seen the Rain?" Thanks to Bobby, Dean was learning about classic rock bands and this one in particular became one of his favorites right off the bat.
Adam ran up to Bobby, who was in the process of teaching Castiel how to change the oil of a tan 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V. The six year old hugged the older man. "Hey kiddo! I forgot your dad's seminar was this weekend." Bobby removed his trucker cap and put it on Adam.
"Can I go play?" Adam jumped up and down.
"Sure thing, squirt and Sam, go set up the X Box for your brother." Sammy held his brother's hand and led him inside the house through the kitchen door.
Dean got on his knees in front of the playpen. He kissed Alfie's chubby cheek. "How's the cutest baby in Lawrence?" Alfie clapped his hands at Dean.
The Winchester's eyes travelled to Castiel, who donned blue jeans which were ripped at the knees and a white oil stained wife beater. Dean never realized until now Castiel Novak was in great shape. His eyes traced the other boy's lightly muscled biceps.
"What's up, Dudley Do Right?" Cas smirked before returning his attention to the vehicle.
Dean scowled at him. Bobby cleared his throat. "I'm gonna get the inflatable bed from the attic. Sam and Adam can sleep on it. You can bunk with Castiel. He has two twin beds in his room."
Dean's eyes opened wide. "I can take the couch."
"Nonsense you idjit; that thing has more springs than a menagerie of Jack in the Box." Bobby took the kids' duffel bags. "Why don't you help Castiel change the oil of his car?"
Dean nodded and laughed. "That's your car? You a pimp now?"
Castiel leaned against the driver's door with his arms crossed. Dean refused to glance at Cas' muscular arms. "I like it. Beggars can't be choosers. Bobby was nice enough to give it to me. So I can't complain."
"At least you'll be able to drive to school. I'm stuck taking the bus with Gabe and Crowley, who always pick on me, when they're stoned which is almost every day." Dean shrugged his shoulders.
"You shouldn't let those losers make fun of you. Stand up for yourself, man."
"My dad taught us not to settle things with violence." Dean approached Castiel and the two teens worked on changing the oil.
