#assbutt john

The caregivers, on the other hand, were really worried about him. “He needs therapy,” Jody said. “He's not talking. Not a word all day long! We have to do something about this.” Donna sighed deeply and stared at the table. “I know Jody but we have to think about money in this situation too. Do you think the insurance or the state will pay for his therapy just because he gets a little shy sometimes?” Sonny said softly. “He doesn't just 'get a little shy’ sometimes. He isn't talking!” “I know Jody. Believe me, I know,” he said and sighed. “But you know how they are. When they see that Dean is adapting well. Doesn't show unusual aggression and gets good grades they'll just say that he doesn't need therapy.” “That's just bullshit!” Jody said loudly and shook her head. “We have a child suffering here. A sweet, clever, strong, little boy who didn't deserve the stuff he's been put through!” “Jody, we know,” Donna said now. “Maybe we should ask Rowena if she can pay for it. She said she liked Sam so maybe she'll do something for his brother too…” Jody sighed and shrugged. "I don't know if she'll pay for that. She just gave us money for the advent calendars." "We can ask her at least," Donna said and shrugged.

It knocked on the office door and they all turned around. A man stood there, he was holding an old baseball cap in his hands and looked into the office. "Sorry, I'm just here for visitation day?" he asked, biting his lip. "Of course," Jody said getting the documents. "Who are you visiting?" "Sam and Dean Winchester...?" the man said and Jody stopped. Donna put a hand on her back and smiled. "That's nice. The two of them have been here for three months and nobody visited them yet," she said sharply. "Yes... I just found out what happened, sorry," he said and cleared his throat. "Their father is here too by the way. He's just looking for a present for them." "How nice," Jody said ironically. Donna just smiled again and nodded. "I'll bring you to the visitation room. I'll send the boys in soon. What did you say was your name was again?" "Bobby Singers. And their Daddy 's John Winchester."

Dean looked at his lego fortress displeased he really didn't like it a bit. Sammy seemed to like it a lot but he was just a tiny kid. He liked basically everything Dean made. "Sam? Dean?" Jody asked entering the room. They looked up. She smiled softly. "There's someone here for you," she said. "Really?" Sam asked and looked over at Dean who had jumped up. Maybe it was their Dad? Maybe he came to take them back home, finally? Jody took them to the visitation room.

The man who was sitting on one of the tiny chairs was not their Dad. "Uncle Bobby!" Sammy squealed and ran towards him. Bobby took the little boy on his arms and smiled. "Hey, kiddo," he said and pressed Sam against his chest. "I missed you, uncle Bobby, missed you so much..." he mumbled against his neck. "Missed you too," Bobby smiled and put the boy down looking over at Dean. "Hey, Bobby," he said quietly and looked at his feet. "What's the matter with you, Dean? You too old to hug me already?" Bobby asked him. Dean shook his head smiling and ran up to Bobby to hug him too. "Your Daddy's coming too," Bobby whispered into his ear. Dean smiled. They would finally get out of this place. Finally.

"Now why don't you tell me how things are going for you?" Bobby said and smiled down at the two of them. And before Dean could even think about opening his mouth Sammy already started to talk about everything. About his preschool, about the toys, the cookies, Santa's letterbox, the advent calendars simply everything that had happened in the last three months. Bobby listened and nodded from time to time. Dean was just thinking about Dad. He would come. And then they would be on the road again. Dean would probably miss Castiel though. And Charlie. Thinking about him made him feel sad. But... but he couldn't have stayed here anyway. He needed to be with Dad.

Suddenly he felt a rough hand on his shoulder and looked up. "Dad!" he said and jumped up. "Hey, Dean," his father said and ruffled his hair. "Hey, Daddy," Sam said and waved at him and smiled at him. Dad smiled and set down next to him kissing his cheek. "Sammy, hello..." "Actually I got something for you two," he said and smiled and pulled two long candy canes out of his backpack. "For us?" Sam asked and looked at Dad. "Yes," he said and smiled. "Thank-you, Daddy!"  Sam smiled and grabbed the candy cane. "Thanks, Dad," Dean said and took his. He wanted to go soon and now that Dad was there they surely would be on their way soon?

They didn't go right away. Sam chattered away about everything again, being his usual bubbly self until he actually fell asleep on Dad's lap. "And what's going on with you, Dean, huh?" Dad asked over Sammy's head. "You doing good in school, I heard?" "Kinda..." Dean mumbled. "I had help." "That's good, Dean. What about friends? You got friends here?" John asked. "Some, I guess," Dean said. "Doesn't matter anyway. We're leaving this place, right?"

There was a pause and Bobby looked over at John. "Dean..." "You're taking us back? Right? That's why you're here?" he grabbed onto the candy cane, flinching when he heard it break. "Right??" "No, we're not, Dean," John said and looked at him. "You and Sammy will stay here." "No! No, we need to be on the road... we have to..." Dean said stumbling over his words. "Dean, listen. I thought about it. I won't get you back if I don't do this the legal way. They're watching us and... and I think this... maybe this is better. For now at least. If you think something's bad you can always call me... plus I have a lead on the demon, the one that killed mom." Dean shook his head. "No. Dad! I want to help... I want to hunt with you! Why don't you..." he stopped feeling tears in his eyes. "You don't care about us," he said and his mouth felt bitter. "You don't care. You want to hunt and you're leaving us here so you can hunt..." he looked over at Bobby. The man sighed and looked away. "Dean, that's not true..." Dean shook his head. "It is, Dad. You always cared more about the demon than about us..." He jumped up and ran out of the visitor room.