Reckless and Brave

II. I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

"Are we there yet?" Sam asked for at least the fifth time.

"Sam, enough. We'll get there when we get there!"

Holly started whining and Dean figured she was probably hungry. It'd been awhile since they'd eaten, and according to his dad, they were close.

Dean pulled out her sippy cup and said, "Hopefully juice will keep you calm."

He offered her the sippy cup and her tiny hands took it and put it to her mouth.

The Impala came to a stop and Dean noticed a sign that said SINGER AUTO. He shook his brother's shoulder. "Sammy, we're here."

Sam yawned and started rubbing his eyes. "Where are we, daddy?"

"Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Remember, Sam? Come on, boys. Dean, grab Holly. Sam, grab her diaper bag."

The four of them walked side-by-side up to the front door. It opened to reveal an older man with a mustache and beard. He had on plaid and a baseball cap. Dean got the sense that this man was tough, but soft on the inside, whatever that meant. The man looked at his dad. "John Winchester, right?"

John nodded. "Hi, Bobby. These are my kids. Dean is the oldest at eight, Sam is four, and Holly is one."

Bobby smiled at the little girl. "May I hold her?"

Dean glanced at his dad who nodded. He handed Holly to Bobby.

Bobby smiled at her. "Precious little thing, aren't you?"

Holly started playing with his facial hair and Dean found himself smiling. He didn't know this man, but there was something about him that gave him peace.

John and Bobby sat down at the kitchen table. "Do you have any idea as to what might've my wife? From what I can guess, it wasn't human."

Bobby let out a sigh. "I would give anything to not have to tell you this, John. But--"

John saw his kids and said, "Boys, go outside. Take Holly."

Sam instantly grabbed his action figures to take them outside. He took Holly's hand and the two of them went out back. Dean remained inside and hid behind a corner. He wanted, no, needed to find out what killed his mom, no matter how bad it was.

"Monsters are real, John." Bobby said.

"By monsters you mean--"

"I mean ghosts, werewolves, vampires, shifters, the creatures you read about in stories. They're out there and they're evil."

John's voice dropped as he asked, "You know how to kill them?"

Bobby nodded. "It's what I do for a living. I'm a hunter. I hunt these creatures. I can show you how if you'd like. I can also help you find out what killed your wife. Most people become hunters to get revenge, and obviously this is the case for you. I have countless books on different creatures and lore you can use to research. I can train you in the ways of a hunter. You and your children."

John shook his head. "Dean is old enough, but Sam and Holly are too young. What do you think killed Mary?"

Bobby thought for a moment and shrugged. "Could have been any number of things. Just the way she died, I'm thinking it might have been a demon." He heard a shuffling and said, "Come on out, kid."

Dean slowly entered the kitchen and John narrowed his eyes. "How much did you hear, Dean?"

He looked at the ground and said, "Everything."

John cupped his ear. "Excuse me? I didn't hear what you said."

Dean raised his voice. "I heard everything."