Title: The Winchesters' Protector
Summary: Bobby opens the door to two Winchester boys and lets them feel safe for a few days. He doesn't care about stained carpets as long as his boys know that they are safe with him and they let him be the one to watch over them for once.
Note: This is a little, short, ficlet that begged to be written tonight as I thought about how Bobby takes care of his boys. Maybe or maybe not I will start writing again, but hope you enjoy this little story anyway and please review. Thanks for reading. Don't own the Winchesters or Bobby, of course - they are just perfect the way they are.
Bobby opens the door to two Winchester boys; one is standing, looking half pissed off, quarter amused and quarter concerned.
The other brother provides the answers for questions about Sam's expression.
Dean is leaning - more slumped - on one side of Bobby's porch, face pale and turned to his brother with a look of annoyence but also, undeniably, relief and love.
Sometimes it's worth knowing the boys for years so the day comes when he can read the story on their faces, Bobby thinks as Sam practically pushes his brother into the elder hunter's house with a muttered greeting mixed with apology as he drags Dean towards the living room.
Bobby just sighs and shuts the door behind the two idjits.
He gives them a little more than five minutes before looking into what is always their room.
Dean has been shoved on the bed closest to the door - no need to guess why - and Sam is sitting on the other bed, sorting through his bag. There's already a water bottle and packet on pills on the bedside table.
The youngest Winchester glances up as he feels Bobby's gaze on them.
With a sheepish smile, he says "not planning on going anywhere in the next week, right?"
It's an unspoken (friggin Winchesters can't do it out plain) ask for help, and Bobby's more than relieved to give it to him if it lets his boys rest for a few days.
"Boy, I had my anti-idjit and flu shots when that dumb son of a bitch was born."
Sam's smile reaches his puppy-dog eyes and Bobby sighs, weary but content, as he turns and leaves the idjits to their care of each other.
With a sick Dean Winchester, he's going to have to stock up on meds and, most of all, whiskey, but it's always worth it to see those boys again.
They come to him for help and shelter, and although having two bleeding, bitching, sometimes barely conscious young hunters at his doorstep at two am is more than a nightmare, but by morning they are still alive and Bobby doesn't care about the stained red on the floor.
As long as his boys know that they are safe here and lets their protector take his own watch for them.