Love is All That Matters
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own them; if I did do you think I'd be writing fan fiction.
Summary: Just because you don't share the same blood doesn't mean you're not family. Angst. OC. Starts after IMTOD while the boys are staying at Bobby's.
"Hey Bobby," Sam said half heartedly as he sat down at the kitchen table and began watching Bobby prepare some hamburgers. Sam was exhausted, talking to Dean these days was worse than facing off when a wendigo.
"Sam," Bobby replied back, sneaking a quick look at the boy. "Somethin happen?" Bobby had made a living reading other peoples' faces and emotions and Sam looked like he had just come out of a country song where his girl had left him, his best friend had died, and his dog had ran away. The two Winchester boys had definitely been down since they had arrived, Bobby really hadn't expected any less. However, something seemed different about Sam at the moment; he seemed even more down and out than he had in the past week. Besides being incredibly perceptive Bobby had also heard the yelling and then the unmistakable sound of metal on metal. Bobby had poked his head out real quick only to see Dean waling away on the Impala's hood. The poor kid was bad off, but what else could Bobby have thought would happen after the guy's idol passed away.
"Dean, he's, he's bad. I don't know how to help him," Sam replied softly. He was worried about his brother. Dean may have tried to put up a wall but Sam was always able to see through them. And besides did he think Sam would suddenly go deaf and not hear the resounding banging of his brother destroying the love of his life.
"Sam, as close as you and Dear are, you are two very different people. You're the bleeding heart and Dean, well, he's got one somewhere," Bobby commented, glad to see his attempt to lighten up the mood brought a slight smirk to Sam's face. "Dean has to deal with this himself, he'll get past this, he always does."
"I hope so," Sam allowed himself one more forlorn look at the old rickety table before clearing his throat, "So, you need any help?"
"No, just got to grill them now," Bobby grabbed the plate with the patties on them and started heading out before he remembered something, "oh Sam, there is a box of your dad's old stuff upstairs in the spare bedroom. He dropped it off years ago; I forgot it until just now. Now that your dad is, well, I figured you could have the stuff if you wanted it."
Sam watched Bobby walk out the door and then headed upstairs. He never knew that his dad had left stuff here. What kind of crap could it be, most of their belongings had gone up in the fire. Sam found himself in the bedroom that Dean and he had spent so many nights in wondering when their dad was coming home. He could almost hear Dean teasing him about worrying whether or not their dad will be okay. "You big girl, you know dad is a super hero, nothing could ever hurt him." That was back when he had been five and Dean was nine. Whenever, Sam had been worried about John coming home Dean had always reassured him that he was a super hero. Sam used to think that it had been for his benefit, now he thought that Dean had believed what he was saying. After some digging around in the small closet that adjoined the bedroom Sam found a box that was simply labeled, John's.
The box was surprisingly large, Sam thought it would have been smaller considering the house had almost been burned to the ground, there was little to be saved. He sat on the bed with the box, not surprised when a little dust came off the sheets. Bobby was a great guy and like family but he wasn't the worse house keeper. The first that greeted Sam was a horde of old photos. A couple were of John and Mary probably before Dean or he came along. There was one where John was on a Harley with Mary sitting behind him in classic biker babe clothes. Sam let out a little sigh when he saw a picture of his parents with wedding cake on their faces and the family he had never known standing around laughing. Then there was one in which John was standing over Mary who holding a little bundle wrapped in blankets. The back read, baby Dean, first day home. Another one, almost a carbon copy, was of Sam's first day home. Then there was one in which a little boy was all decked out in football gear and his dad was crouching behind him, the date was two days before the fire. There were a multitude of other photos, all which threatened to bring tears which Sam was desperately trying to hold back. Nothing could change what the demon had said, his mom and Jessica were gone because of him. It was his fault that Dean never got to finish pee wee football and he never got to know his mom.
The memory of those words were pushed aside when he dug out two blankets. One was perfectly good, minus the dust and smell of staleness, it had the word Dean stitched in one corner. The other though was charred and hardly worthy enough to be called a blanket, it was only the size of a washcloth. There was the letter S in one corner but that was it. The blanket must have been in the nursery. There was also a ragged bear whose one arm was hanging on by a thread, the other one was no where to be seen. Sam remembered this bear, Dean had teased him endlessly about how he carried it everywhere. Sam let out a small laugh as he remembered what had happened to the bear's other arm. One of Bobby's dogs had stolen the bear when Sam had let it inside, saying it was mean to keep dogs outside. The dog had repaid him by taking the bear and devouring one whole arm before Dean came in and rescued the bear from the dog's huge teeth. Sam had cried when he saw what kind of shape his bear was in but quickly professed that he had hurt his arm in training when Dean called him a sissy for crying about a stupid stuffed toy. That was the last time Sam had seen the bear, he must of thrown in the closet where his dad had found it and put in the box.
There were a few more odds and ends in the cardboard box including a piece of lace which when Sam unfolded he discovered it was his mom's wedding veil. There were a few little baby outfits that must have been his and there was even the football helmet he had seen Dean wearing in the picture. The last thing that Sam pulled out was actually a miniature safe, 'that must have been the reason the box was so heavy,' Sam mused. Inside were the usual items, passports, birth certificates, even a few very old bank statements. The last two pieces of paper he pulled out though were not usual and when Sam read them he dropped them in his lap and just stared at his empty hands.
Bobby had just finished grilling the hamburgers and putting them on buns when he heard Sam come down the steps. The boy was looking very intently at two sheets of paper in his hands and didn't even look up when Bobby asked if everything was okay. So, he let it go and sat down to eat his burger but before he could take a bite Sam laid the papers in front of him.
"Bobby why are there adoption papers in my dad's safe?"
