I'm Scared, Dean
A/N: I watched Mama, and my friends and I were just like "ERMAHGERD THERE'S SUCH A DEAN/SAM RELATIONSHIP" and so this was born
Bobby frowned. The truck smelled of eucalyptus, dirt, and heat. The boys in the seat next to him, not seeming to mind as they curled into each other and glared at him. Bobby smiled at them. "Are you boys excited to be home?" He tried to be happy and friendly, but after all those years of bitter regret he was finding it to be quite a challenge.
"I'm leaving, Bobby, and I'm taking the kids." John's face crackled over the phone.
"John, just- wherever you're goin', keep em' safe, can you promise me that?" Bobby scratched the back of his head, unsure of how to react. John was accused of arson; he knew John couldn't stay, but Mary had died only recently. Was he really in the right state of mind to be caring for a toddler and a baby?
"…Yes." John's voice was silent on the other end.
"Tell me you're not doing anything stupid, John."
John's frown was audible. "Goodbye, Bobby."
"John- John, you answer me right now- John- JOHN." Bobby frowned as the line went dead. Bobby threw his phone at the ground. "Dammit." He sat on his rugged sofa and put his head in his hands. He tried to rationalize with what had just happened. No matter what happened to Mary, John loved those boys, right?
Dean nodded cautiously. Sam poked him in the side. "Shhh." the younger boy whispered.
Dean looked at Bobby and spoke slowly. "Okay, Sammy. We're safe. We're safe." Dean stroked Sam's mangled hair. Bobby glanced at the boys, especially noting Sam's long brown hair with weeds and sticks tangled in it. The boys' clothes were ripped and dirty, and there were scars on their feet where shoes should have been.
"What happened, boys? How did you get into that cabin?" Bobby wasn't exactly known for his sensitivity.
"Daddy was mad. He yell at Sammy, and we fell. It hurt. When we wake up Daddy take us to cabin. Daddy put gun at my head, then Daddy went away." Dean whispered, and Bobby noticed Sam immediately tense.
"Daddy went away?" Bobby asked.
"Shh, Dean." Sam hissed, tears making clean paths down his face.
Dean frowned. "Mommy took him. Mommy said no."
"Mommy?" Bobby felt nausea deep in the pit of his stomach. "What happened to Mommy?"
Dean frowned. "I do what Daddy tell me."
"DEAN SHH."
"What did Daddy tell you?" Bobby turned into his neighbourhood.
"DEAN."
Dean looked at the floor and ran his grimy toenails through the carpet of it. "Daddy say to get the shotgun. Daddy say to get the shotgun and point it at Mommy and Daddy say to pull the button."
"Why did Daddy say that?" Bobby asked, fear pumping hard and fast through his veins.
"SHH DEAN SHH."
"Mommy want Sammy." Dean frowned and stared into the rearview mirror. "Mommy want Sammy."
As soon as Bobby pulled into the driveway Sam jumped out of the car and dashed away. Dean frowned. "Sammy!" Dean bolted after him, checking under every car in the parking lot. "Sammy?" Dean asked, talking to a huddled figure under a black car.
Sam rolled out from under the car and jumped into the back seat with Dean following suit. "Sammy, calm down." Sam grabbed Dean tightly and sobbed loudly. "Sammy, it's okay. We're safe."
"I'm scared, Dean." Sam choked.
"I know, Sammy." Dean kissed his head. "I know."
A/N: Fuck-a-duck that was awful. Blerrrgghhhhh oh well it was okay I guess good enough for government work. Whatever it's 4 am and I need to stop doing this BYEEEEE