Sammy's First Day Disaster Part 10
Previously on Supernatural- Taking Dean’s hand, John whispered, “Let’s go home, kiddo.”
Heading toward the doors Dean grinned up at his father. “Hey, dad? Do you think I could have those nuggets, now?” he questioned.
The next morning a disgruntled Dean headed out the door with Bobby, who had been released after giving a statement and agreeing not to leave town until the case was settled. Dean had been unsuccessful in his attempts to convince his dad that he should stay home from school with Sam.
“Buck up, Dean” Bobby told him, “School ain’t that bad. Besides, your teacher seems to be a good one.”
“But what if Sammy needs me?” Dean asked frowning.
“Sammy’ll be just fine, Dean.” Bobby replied. “I think your daddy and I can handle the little runt for a few hours by ourselves.”
“Yeah, right” Dean laughed. “You mean like it was the last time you watched him? Or have you forgotten what happened already?”
Bobby scowled, face turning beet red, as he remembered his last experience babysitting the littlest Winchester. It had been a disaster from the moment John and Dean left. Glaring at Dean, Bobby quickly voiced his opinion, “That was an accident! It could have happened to anybody! Besides, I’m not watching him myself this time. Your daddy will be there, too.”
“Whatever you say, old man” Dean called out as he climbed out of the truck. Shutting the door he added, “Just don’t come crying to me when “Hurricane Sammy” bowls you over.”
“Bye, Dean. Have fun at school.” Bobby taunted before he drove away. Bobby’s scowl became a grin as Dean raised his hand in a one-finger salute. “That boy’s a real pistol.” He thought watching Dean in the rearview mirror as he disappeared into the building. He just hoped that Dean was wrong about “Hurricane Sammy”. He didn’t think he was up for another episode like the last one.
Luck seemed to be with Bobby. Sammy didn’t stir until almost lunchtime. After Sam had a bath and got dressed, they decided to go out for lunch. When Sammy quickly vetoed the clown restaurant, John opted to stop at Burger King so Sam could get something to eat and play for awhile. While Sammy ran around the playground, John and Bobby discussed what to do about the school situation.
“What do you think, Bobby? Should I take him back there or do I keep him home and teach him myself?” John inquired.
Bobby watched Sam playing in the ball pen before replying. “Didn’t Mr. Bonner say he’d put Sammy in a different room? At least give it a chance, John. You know as well as I do that you can’t keep him home. He needs to be around other kids. Mr. Bonner seems like a good guy. Take him up on his offer. It might take Sammy a little while to get comfortable, but he’ll be okay.”
“I know you’re right, Bobby.” John told him. “But I can’t help worrying about sending him back after yesterday. What if something worse happens next time? We could have lost him yesterday!”
Bobby thought for a minute before answering. “How about this? Why don’t you take Sammy to school tomorrow and stay in the classroom with him. That way, you can check out the teacher for yourself.”
“That’s not a bad idea” John responded. “Let’s see how Dean’s day goes and we’ll take it from there.” Walking over to the slide, John picked up his giggling youngster. “Let’s go, sport” he told Sam while setting him on his shoulders.
They had barely set foot in the motel room before there was a knock on the door. John turned the TV on for Sammy while Bobby went to answer the door. “Can I help you?” Bobby asked eyeing the well-dressed lady at the door.
“Are you John Winchester?” the woman asked.
Walking up behind Bobby, John spoke up, “I’m John Winchester. What do you want?”
“Mr. Winchester, my name is Mrs. Toler, and I’m with Child Protective Services. It seems we have gotten a report that your children are being neglected, and I’m here to check things out.”
“That bitch!” Bobby shouted. “I can’t believe she called CPS on you!”
“Bobby!” John warned, motioning at Sammy with his eyes.
“Sorry, Johnny,” Bobby apologized. “Why don’t I go sit with Sammy while you talk to her?”
“Thanks Bobby,” John told him. John led Mrs. Toler to the small table to talk. “Now, what do you need to know?”
“First, can you tell me why you and your family are living in a motel room?” Mrs. Toler began.
“We only moved here two days ago. I’m still looking for a more permanent place to say. The desk clerk can verify the date we came, and I can give you the name of several apartment buildings I looked into.” John told her. “Why don’t we get to the heart of the matter? The person who reported me was a teacher by the name of Mrs. Horton. I don’t know exactly what she told you but let me tell you the facts. Mrs. Horton is under scrutiny from the school board for her treatment and subsequent loss of my son yesterday. I can give you the name of the officer who was in charge of the search. I suggest you talk to Lt. Bryant and the principal of the school, Mr. Bonner before you ask me anything else.”
“Your child was the one they were searching the woods for last night?” Mrs. Toler asked sympathetically.
John shook his head as Sammy climbed in his lap. “Yes ma’am. He was.”
“I’m glad he was found safe and sound.” She said smiling at the little boy. “I think I better go check into this a little more. I’ll talk to the people you suggested, Mr. Winchester. You’ll be hearing from me in a few days.” That being said, Mrs. Toler left the room.
John gave Sammy a hug and sent him back to the floor to play so he could talk to Bobby.
“You alright, John?” Bobby inquired once Sam was out of earshot.
John scrubbed a hand through his hair in frustration. “What’s her problem? Why is she doing all this and what’s she gonna do next?” he ranted.
“I don’t know, Johnny,” Bobby replied. “But whatever it is, we’ll handle it together. Besides, what else could she possibly do?”
Chapter 11