A/n: So I tend to like to do these little one shots enough that I figured, why not just put them all in one setting? So here is the start of my new one shot stories. I will probably be posting any holiday or birthday ones seperately though. The reason for the over all title "Heat of the moment is because a lot of these just came to me, so I start to write them. I also am gladly taking any requests anyone may have as well, so feel free to leave one or some.

This first story is a POV from Bobby during season two episode "Born Under A Bad Sign." So, SPOILER ALERT for that episode as well as the begining of the season.

Thank you to anyone who reads, reviews, follows, favorites, and/or requests.

I don't own SPN or any of it's characters.

A Lesson In Conning A Con Man

I'm a lot of things, but gullible ain't one of them. From the moment I opened my front door and saw the youngest of the Winchester boys standing there with a big grin on his face, I knew something wasn't right. I've known both Sam and Dean since they were just kids, suffice to say I know those boys better than their own father had. That may have been Sam's body standing there, but that was not Sam.

"Sam," I greeted with a grin.

"Hey Bobby."

"It's been a while."

Sam chuckled and brought his attention to the floor.

"Come on in," I said, opening my door wider as a sign of invitation. As he entered the my house, he let slip a tell of exactly what kind of "Sam" I had invited in. I watched as the the boy's eyes flicked up to the ceiling briefly and then back in front of him. He had been checking for something, a trap. "So, what brings you?" I asked still in a friendly voice.

"Working a job nearby and I thought I'd stop in to say hey."

"Where's Dean?" That question had earned me a scoff.

"Held up somewhere with a girl and a 12 pack," had been his reply. I left Sam and made my way into the kitchen were I quickly threw together a holy water beer.

"Oh yeah? Is she pretty?" I called back.

"You ask me, he's in way over his head."

I returned with two bottles in my hand.

"Well, it's good to see you." I tilted mine towards Sam's "to John." He smiled and clinked his bottle with mine.

"To Dad." I watched as he managed to take a good chug of his beer before keeling over and coughing. Smoke sprayed from his mouth and he fell to his hands and knees. "What did you do?" He hissed through breaths.

"A little holy water in your beer," I said simply "Sam would have never noticed. But then, you're not Sam, are you?" My gaze never left the possessed boy's eyes as they went from jet black back to hazel. I stared down at him calmly. "Don't try to con a con man." With that my fist met "Sam's" face and the man and demon were out. It pained me to see him like that, but I knew it was going to be worse for Dean.

I picked up the phone to dial Dean's number, but found the line dead. The work of "Sam" no doubt. Without losing any more time then I had, I got to work rounding up rope and pulling up a chair so that it sat right underneath the Devil's Trap I had made years ago. Until I could get another hand in lifting Sam's giant unconscious body into the chair I was going to have rope his hands behind his back.

Luckily, and unsurprisingly, Dean had had a feeling his possessed little brother was going to make a stop at my place next. I swear that boy is tuned into Sam Winchester radio 24/7. I led Dean over to him and together we tied his arms to the chair. I watched Dean's reaction as we tried to come up with a game plan. He wouldn't stop staring at his slumped over brother with a look of defeat and guilt on his face. No doubt the Idjit blamed himself for this, and no doubt it hadn't been his fault to take.

Quickly I decided the best way to go about this was an exorcism. It would at least be the least painful for Sam. I watched as Dean smacked his brother's face as a means to wake him. It worked. The demon focused it attention on Sam's brother and began to taunt him. I knew Dean well enough to know that even behind his tough exterior, inside he was cringing every time he heard Sam scream from the demon being burnt by the holy water. It pained me too. Sam and Dean were like sons to me, family. To see him possessed was hard, not to mention it brought back memories of Karen. If I only I knew then what I know now.

I began the exorcism while Dean continued to talk with the demon.

"You're not getting Sam. You hear me? Because I'm gonna kill every one of you first." I knew that wasn't a threat, but a promise. He tried to keep his voice strong, but it shook ever so slightly and if I looked up from the book, I bet I would have seen that sad kicked puppy look that he would try to quickly mask with a an angry face.

My reading only stopped when Sam went from screaming to laughing. I had been around and exorcised enough demons to know that laughter at that extent, wasn't a good sign. The demon reassured Dean that he wasn't possessing Sam because of the supposed "master plan" the yellow eyed demon had going for Sam. I quickly began reading again, the sooner we had that demon out of him the better.

"Oops!" The demon yelled, causing me to stop again "doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks." It's eyes which had been glued to Dean closed and Sam bowed his head mumbling something in Latin that I was unfamiliar with. The fire that I had put on earlier suddenly flared up startling both me and Dean and a sudden wind picked up causing papers and things to take flight around my study room.

"This isn't going like I pictured. What's going on, Bobby?!" Dean yelled over the sound of the wind.

I walked to the other side of Sam, doing a quick scan with my eyes, until they fell on his right arm. I quickly tore back his shirt sleeve to reveal a bright red mark that reassembled a Q. I hadn't seen it that often, but apparently that didn't matter. It pays to have a good memory.

"It's a binding link!" I informed Dean also raising my voice so that I could be heard. "It's like a lock! He's locked himself inside Sam's body!"

"What the hell do we do?!" Panic was clear in Dean's voice as well as written all over his face.

"I don't know!" There was the sound of something cracking and we both looked up to see my ceiling a split start to snake it's way through the Devil's Trap and eventually break it.

"There," Sam said eyes now back to black and a smile on his face "that's better." With only a look, he sent me flying into a wall, hitting it hard, and tumbling to the ground.

It knocked me pretty good and it took a few minutes to get my vision back completely focused, but I managed. When I finally could see, I saw Sam repeatedly hitting his fist into his brother's face. As quickly and quietly as I could, I pulled the poker from next to the fireplace, stuck into the fire and waited for it to grow white hot, then snuck behind the possessed boy. I waited for him to swing his arm back, then once he did I grabbed it and pressed the still hot poker onto his arm. Sam let lose a loud inhuman scream and black smoke fled from his body dropping him to the ground as it left. As I expected, Sam woke up confused at the scene before him. He looked from me to Dean who had actually taken some real damage against the demon. Happy to have his brother back but still looking for some payback, Dean socked Sam right in his cheek. He looked at me in disbelief and confusion and I looked down at the two who reminded me of a couple of toddlers.

Once I had made sure both brothers were taken care of, I went into my bedroom and pulled out a few little charms he had picked up on a hunt with Rufus. My cell phone rang and, when I answered, it had been a friend of mine who was calling to tell me that someone or something had killed Steve and that I should be careful. I thanked him and told him to watch himself too, then went back to chat with the boys. My face must have shown my concern.

"What is it, Bobby?" Sam asked, his hand on his arm. Both pairs of eyes had been on me.

"You boys ever hear of a hunter named Steve Wandel?" I asked. Sam shifted uncomfortably, but Dean kept his poker face. Not that he needed to, I was already pretty certain I knew what happened.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just heard from a friend. Wandel's dead. Murdered in his own house. You wouldn't know anything about that?"

"No sir never heard of the guy," Dean responded quickly.

"Dean," Sam whispered trying to catch his brother's eye.

"Good. Keep it that way. Wandel's buddies are looking for someone or something to string up. They're not going to slow down to listen to reason," I paused looking straight into Dean's eyes. That should be enough for them to get the message, but those two were known for letting things fly over their heads from now and again so I added "you understand what I'm saying?"

"We better hit the road," Dean removed the ice pack from his shoulder and pushed himself to his feet. Sam followed suit. "If you can remember where we parked the car," he teased.

"Here. Take these," I insisted handing one to Dean then the other to Sam.

"What are they?"

"Charms. They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there. This'll stop it from getting back up in you."

Dean, ever the charmer that he is responded with "that sounds vaguely dirty, but thanks."

"Your welcome," I countered with a quick smile. "You boys be careful."

"You too," Sam said. He gave me one of those sad apologetic smiles, and turned to follow Dean out the door. Sam was an emotional one, no doubt about it, but he knew that I wasn't exactly the girly talk type and a simple head nod and grin satisfied me well enough. I watched them leave and then turned back to look at the chaos that consisted of books, papers, blood, and pieces of ceiling scattered all over the room. Those two Idjits had created ANOTHER mess and I was once again left to clean it up. "

Balls."