Author's Notes: Bobby's POV after Sam is resouled and messed up. He's not so good at taking care of himself, but he's fiercely protective of Dean.
Summary: Season 6 spoilers. Hunters come for the Winchesters after they hear that Sam's not all there anymore. In their line of work, you think they'd have learned never to underestimate their enemy. Especially these brothers. Bobby POV. Unstable!Sam
In the Debris
Bobby stared in shock at the carnage. A dozen hunters littered the floor. In more than a dozen places. They looked…god, some of them wouldn't be able to be identified even if the police did find their bodies.
Dean, for his part, kept his eyes on Sam as he knelt by his brother and immediately pressed his hand over the freshly torn open bullet wound in Sam's side. He wasn't rushed or angry, just worried.
"Hey, Sammy."
The lost look left Sam's eyes and he lit up immediately.
"Dean." There was enough in the word that more weren't needed.
Bobby started forward. Dean had told him what Sam could be capable of, but…
He thought maybe he should be afraid, seeing what Sam had done to these hunters. But he wasn't. He could never be scared of Sam. For Sam, but never of him. He had the distinction of being one of the admittedly few things that Sam still cared about.
It was obvious that Sam had used his powers, natural-born, not demon blood fueled. No one could do this kind of damage bare-handed, not even a righteously pissed off Winchester.
Bobby felt nothing for the dead around him. They had gone after his boys. He'd seen them shoot Sam before he and Dean had been able to stop them. Bobby would have killed them himself if he'd gotten to them first.
But he hadn't.
Sam had done this.
Hell-scarred, hunted Sam. He'd tracked them down and torn them apart. But why now? If he could have done this before… This level of ability, there was no way he couldn't have taken out at least a few of his attackers before they'd taken a piece out of him. But he'd only gone off later, after they'd started after Dean.
"Sam…" The kid's attention was immediately on him. His eyes alight with trust and respect that he'd never given John and Bobby felt himself at once humbled and frustrated. "Why, Sam?"
"They went after my brother. They deserved to die."
Nothing but honesty from Sam anymore. Both a blessing and a curse.
"Yeah, they could have killed your brother, but they almost killed you! You didn't even try to fight, not like this, so why now?" Bobby was breathing heavy, well and truly pissed at the younger Winchester. Dean didn't say anything, but his eyes looked sad.
Sam looked up at the older hunter and cocked his head slightly, like he couldn't comprehend what Bobby wasn't getting. He repeated himself patiently, like he was speaking to a slightly simple child.
"They went after Dean."
Bobby drew up in shock, hearing what Sam meant.
Dean was worth killing for, Sam wasn't.
Dean paused in his motions of cleaning the blood off his little brother's face. He looked up at Bobby almost pleadingly.
The man's shoulders drooped, but he settled down on the other side of Sam, wiping some bit of doomed hunter off the kid's cheek with his sleeve.
"Okay, kid. Okay." Sam had been a little more than a bit off since getting his soul back, but to see the extent of his self-loathing tore something new inside the hunter that he was sure had been broken for months in Dean.
Bobby looked at his boys and felt his eyes mist. He quickly tamped down on that urge. He had to be strong for them, they needed him to be.
Bobby didn't know if he could fix them this time, but he was damn well gonna try.