No Son of Mine

All Good Things Come To An End Eventually

Dean declared Bobby the best, not-related, uncle there ever was on the face of the earth!

After running back to the house, feeling as if he felt a thousand pounds lighter, he had bolted up the stairs in search of the trunks Caleb had unknowingly gifted him.

Dean had found the trunks after only minutes of searching and was sitting impatiently on the musty old recliner in the living room by the time Bobby came huffing back into the house.

It didn't take long for Bobby and Dean to get Sam situated in an old swim diaper that was lying around and to get three bags full of food that would sustain them all until dinner time.

Before leaving the house, Bobby slathered both the boys in sunscreen, knowing full-well that as soon as they were out the door, getting sunscreen on the two of them would be harder than herding cats.

Deciding against letting Dean run ahead alone again, he made the boy sit with Sam in an old rusted Chevy pickup while Bobby loaded the back of it with all necessary camping gear, extra flashlights, two shotguns loaded with rock-salt, a sawed off with alternating iron and silver rounds, and two hunting knives; one silver and one made for skinning fish. After making a pit-stop in the salvage garage for an old, fold-up poker table, and two large speakers that he had lifted from one of his previous fix-ups, they made their way towards Dean's new spot.

It was slow going, and as there was no path to their destination, they had to make their own. Tree branches scratched at the top of the truck, while bushes and weeds screeched as they shoved against the metal at the bottom. Wheels were sent jolting as bumps and dips presented themselves suddenly in the thick foliage. If Bobby hadn't had the Chevy for more than forty-five years, and hadn't left it to rust in the less-visited part of the yard, he would've been worried about almost everything that was taking its toll on the vehicle, but as it was, Bobby just gunned the engine a little harder when he was met with resistance.

Finally, after more than twenty minutes of thinking that they were never going to make it, they were met with glorious accomplishment as they finally broke free of the timber into the clearing.

Bobby had barely opened his mouth to tell the boys to have fun and be careful, when said boys were already gone, truck door still bouncing with the force of its opening.

After that it was nothing but shouts of joy, trills of laughter, splashes of water, crackles of a fire, and a steady thrum of music warbling its way out of speakers set up on an old table. The sounds went on until late that night until the only thing that could be heard were the snores of those that had let go of everything and had fun until they dropped with exhaustion.

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Bobby shook his head, dismayed that he hadn't thought to check the time before letting the boys sleep in and then go for a morning swim. This disaster could've been avoided if they had just made it to the house a little earlier.

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After that first night by the pond, Bobby had willingly let himself be goaded into staying for another night...and another. It wasn't like it was hurting anything. The boys were having fun like they'd never had before and there was a shimmer in Dean's eyes that had replaced the dull, lifeless edge that had been residing there since arriving earlier that weekend at Bobby's house. It was the biggest reason the boys didn't have much trouble convincing the hunter to stay those two extra nights. If Bobby could give the boys those extra two nights of freedom and fun, especially for Dean, who bore the weight of the world on his young shoulders, who was he to say no? Scouting the woods four times and finding nothing more than trees and more trees was another major factor that the man let himself be such a pushover; there was no danger, so there was no need to pack up early. At least that's the reason that he told himself when he finally broke his way free of the brush with both boys fast asleep beside him on the truck bench. Things would've been alright, but it was the fact that they were about five hours later than he had originally planned that put the fly on top of the shit cake.