The Sins of Bobby Singer

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"The Sins of Bobby Singer" Chapter 4

I don't own any of the characters, they belong to the CW, WB and Supernatural. Some dialogue taken from "Everybody Loves a Clown".

I had known Bobby Singer a long time before that phone call in '93 -- the one that nearly made me drop the whiskey in my hand, the good whiskey, not the crap stuff. He had just started to come to the Roadhouse though, managed to stay away for a very long time. Apparently, he wasn't all that fond of hunters, especially the ones that frequented this place. Some were drunks, some were total asses, but most to me were just men and women looking for a spot to vent, to wait for their next hunt, or hell -- to wash away their worries in a few shots of Jack.

However, the words that he mumbled were probably the craziest thing I had ever heard. Bobby was a troublesome old drunk, or at least that was what others had assumed, but to me Bobby was family so when that call came in, I just about had a heart attack.

He had told me something about the situation back in '89-ish, more like '91, I think, the years kind of fade together, but I didn't think anything of it then because he was punch-drunk on that "hunter's courage" that he kept stocked in his cabinets. John Winchester had dropped his boys off, leaving him in the care of the man, which Bobby seemed to enjoy, but the thought of John leaving those boys anywhere but Bobby's always gave me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

So, anyway, the words that came out of his mouth way back then were something along the lines of "you should John's oldest, Dean, he looks just like me when I was that age," and he laughed, which is how I knew he was swigging back that brew. I just shook my head at it, paid no mind, because I knew Bobby had a soft spot for those two, something about Mary Winchester back in the day always seemed to make him nostalgic, plus you throw John in and the way he was raising them and there was no way Bobby wasn't going to take care of them.

But the realization that what Singer was actually telling me didn't come to me until much later in life, like the moment that Sam and Dean Winchester walked through the doors of the Roadhouse. The place was quiet, Jo and I hung back since we weren't very busy. I was in the backroom, grabbing some of the finer stuff we tended to hide back there from the "regular" riffraff, and that was when this giant of a young man walked into the back. He was casual, but definitely on his toes -- there was just something about his face that reminded me of an old friend.

I watched him eye the shelves, the back kitchen and as he turned, hearing another man call his name, I clocked back the hammer on the gun and pointed to the back of his head.

"Nice and slow there," I whispered and watched as his hands went up slowly, giving a little bit of a sigh as if he were pretty sure he had screwed up somewhere. With a gentle tap of the end of the barrel to the back of his head, pushed him towards the door. "Move."

"Sam, a little help here!" A deep voice came from the bar room and I knew that Jo had been up to something. The one before me opened the door and I looked over at the shotgun Jo had pointed at the brown-haired man in a familiar leather jacket.

"Sorry, Dean, I can't right now. I'm a... little tied up." He answered and I watched the green eyes of the second man come up to meet mine, and that was when it hit me. There was a reason the one I held at gunpoint looked so familiar, there was a reason that jacket was triggering my memory.

"Sam? Dean?" I questioned and watched the look on Dean's face as he glanced back and forth between us all, "Winchester?"

Dean, the one with the green eyes, looked up at me, wiped the blood from his nose and nodded. "Yeah."