Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Kripke and the CW. I own nothing.
AN- Yeah, I know. The last thing I need right now is another story. But this one just wouldn't leave me alone.
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Bobby Singer crammed the last of his ancient tomes on the highest shelf in his library before closing and locking the door. Stuffing the key into his shirt pocket the hunter hurried into the living room giving the place a final once over to confirm that everything even potentially dangerous had been hidden away. Satisfied that the room was clear he went through the rest of his house checking each room with a fine tooth comb. This would be the first time his friend John Winchester had left Sammy at the salvage yard alone and he wanted to make sure the boy couldn't find anything that might lead to trouble.
Finding nothing amiss Bobby went back into the living room smiling as the distant rumble of the impala reached his ears. Walking to the front door the hunter stood in the doorway watching as the sleek black car raced down the drive rolling to a stop right in front of the porch stairs. He waved at Dean as the boy jumped out of the car and bounded around to the other side. The kid was so excited to be going on his first hunt he was practically vibrating. Glancing over at his friend Bobby was surprised to see John pick up his youngest son. He hadn't carried Sammy in almost a year; not since the little guy had declared that he was too old to be carried like a baby. Worried he reached over and pushed the screen door holding it open for John and Dean to walk through. Closing both doors behind the small family Bobby turned to John. "Sammy alright?" he asked eyeing the boy with concern.
"Yeah" John replied as he trudged across the room and deposited Sammy on the couch. Motioning for Bobby to follow him the Winchester patriarch marched into the kitchen. Going to the counter he poured himself a cup of coffee. "Sam will be fine, Bobby. He's just worried. The kid's been a nervous wreck ever since he found out what's really out there. I thought he was doing better since I gave him my dog tags to hold onto when I went on a hunt. But I guess Dean going with me has really freaked the kid out. He's been upset and clingy since he found out about the hunt a couple of days ago. Think Sammy's managed to worry himself sick. We had to stop a few times for him to throw up."
"You sure it's just worry?" Bobby questioned glancing through the open doorway.
"Positive" John assured his friend. "The puking didn't start till we were on our way here and the only thing he's complaining of is a stomachache. He doesn't have a fever either. Look, I know you're not thrilled about taking care of a sick kid but I'm sure Sammy will be alright in a little while. I gave him some Pepto for his stomach. That should take care of things."
"Well, if you're sure" Bobby hedged.
"Don't worry, Bobby. Sammy will be running circles around you before you know it." John said with a smirk.
"That's what I'm afraid of." Bobby muttered under his breath. Hearing footsteps he turned to see Dean walking into the room. "Hey Dean, you ready for your first big hunt?"
"Yes sir" Dean enthusiastically replied giving Bobby a mega watt smile. The smile dropped however as he peered over at his dad. "Uhh, dad I know you want me to go on the hunt and all but I was thinking maybe I should stay here and…"
"No, Dean" John broke in. Putting a hand on his eldest's shoulder he gave it a slight squeeze. "I know you're worried about your brother but he's going to be just fine. Bobby will take good care of him till we get back, won't you, Bobby?"
"Sure" Bobby answered crossing his fingers behind his back. "Don't worry about a thing. I'll take real good care of Sammy for ya Dean. Now you two better get going if you're going make it to Athens by tonight."
"He's right. Let's go, Dean" John ordered as he stood and walked out of the room. Going to the couch he leaned down and ruffled his youngest's hair. "We've gotta go Sammy. You be good for Uncle Bobby now champ. Okay?"
"Yes sir" Sammy softly replied.
"Hey Sammy, you feeling any better?" Dean inquired taking a seat on the coffee table in front of his little brother. "Cause if you're not, I could always stay here with you, you know just to make sure you're alright."
"I'll be okay Dean" Sammy assured his brother. "It's just a stomachache. Go ahead and go with dad."
"Okay" Dean agreed. Standing he patted his brother on the back. "You take it easy and get some rest. I'll call you tonight when we get to the motel."
"Bye Dean! Bye dad!" Sammy called smiling and waving as his family walked out the front door. Once the door shut behind them Sam's happy façade crumbled. Rolling onto his side the little boy wrapped both arms around his stomach and curled into a ball whimpering as a sharp pain shot through his midsection.
Bobby rushed over to the couch dropping to the floor beside the ailing child. "Sammy? Sammy, what's wrong?" he asked as he gently started rubbing the little boy's back. "Come on kiddo talk to me. What's hurting?"
"My, my stomach" Sam gasped reaching up and grabbing his uncle's arm. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to breathe through the pain like his dad had taught him. And then just as quickly as it had come the pain faded away. Relaxing Sam dropped his arm and stretched back out. "It doesn't hurt anymore." He whispered around a yawn.
"Maybe that pink stuff your dad gave you is starting to work. Why don't you lay back and try to get some sleep?" Bobby instructed. Pulling the throw off the back of the couch he gently tucked his nephew in. "I bet you'll feel better when you wake up."
"Thanks Uncle Bobby" Sammy yawned closing his eyes he drifted off to sleep.
That evening
"Thanks Josh. Bye" Bobby said before hanging up the phone. That task taken care of he grabbed his keys and hurried through the living room and down the hall to the bathroom. As soon as the kid finished in there he was taking him to the hospital whether Sam liked it or not. This wasn't a case of worrying himself sick like his dad said but it wasn't like any case of food poisoning he'd ever seen either. The sharp pains seemed to come and go almost like labor pains or something. Shaking his head at that absurd notion Bobby mentally went over the rest of the symptoms. There was the vomiting but that had ceased a couple of hours ago only to be replaced with something even worse; diarrhea. The kid had already had two accidents, the latest of which had been bloody cementing Bobby's decision to seek medical help. Looking up as the door opened the uncle frowned as Sammy shuffled forward leaning against the door for support. Shoving his keys in his shirt pocket Bobby leaned down and easily scooped the little boy up. Cradling the littlest Winchester in his arms Bobby dashed down the hall, out the front door, and down the porch steps to his old pick-up truck. Wrenching open the passenger door he carefully settled the little boy inside and shut the door. Hurrying over to the driver's side he yanked the door open and climbed inside smiling as Sammy laid his head on his lap. Revving the engine of the old clunker he jammed it in drive and peeled out of the driveway. Carding a hand through Sammy's mop of chestnut hair he whispered, "Its okay Sammy. Uncle Bobby's gonna get you some help. Just hang in there, kiddo."
AN- So, what do you think?