Sons of My Heart Ch. 2
Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizable in this story, nor am I making a profit from it. As usual, I have no medical knowledge whatsoever and all mistakes are mine.
SPOILER Warning: If you haven't seen the first few episodes of season seven, you might not want to read this story.
Author's Note: Sorry you had to wait so long on this chapter. I can't thank you enough for all of the support you have given me over the past week where my brother is concerned. Things are rough, but we're getting through one day at a time. Thank you so much also for understanding that it could take longer to get chapters up. I will do my best to post regularly, but that will be affected by the ups and downs we go through.
Previously: "We're nearly there. Just do what you can," Bobby stated, hoping it would be enough. He couldn't lose his boys, not when they were his main reason for going on.
Pulling into the overgrown driveway, Bobby groaned at seeing the state of disrepair the old hunting cabin was in. One of the windows was broken and they would definitely have to be careful traversing the front porch with the way a few of the boards were buckled up or bending in places. Scrubbing a calloused hand across his lower jaw as he parked the stolen ambulance as near to the old cabin as possible, he contemplated the best way to get his boys inside. He could really use Dean's help in getting Sam inside the run down structure, but that was a no go now that the kid was hobbling around on crutches. Hell, Dean would be lucky if he didn't end up on his ass from navigating his way across the shabby porch.
"Balls, what the hell am I going to do?" Bobby groaned to himself as he tugged his trucker's cap off and tugged fingers through his slightly disheveled hair.
"Bobby?" Dean questioned worriedly from the back of the ambulance where he sat holding his brother's hand.
"S'okay idjit, just give me a minute," Bobby replied, curbing his frustration so as not to worry the young hunter in the back. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself for the job ahead and then pushed the driver's side door open and slid out of the seat. Quickly making his way around back, he jerked the double doors open with a tug and then glanced inside.
"Okay, here's what we're going to do," Bobby stated, pulling himself up inside the back of the ambulance and crouching beside Dean. "I'm going to help you out of this vehicular contraption and get you inside where you can rest on a chair or something and then I'll come back out to get Sam."
"What? You're crazier than a loon if you think I'm leaving Sammy out here without any backup or protection!" Dean stated incredulously, his mouth dropping open at the mere thought of leaving his sibling alone, especially when they didn't know if they had gotten away completely unseen. What if those damned big mouthed leviathans were near?
"Damn it boy, don't fight me on this," Bobby growled as he gave Dean a pointed look. "That porch out there is in bad state of disrepair and I can't chance you falling and busting that cast."
"Bobby, please? I can't leave him alone out here," Dean pleaded, his voice cracking at the end.
"I swear, you two are going to be the death of me one day," Bobby grumbled, though the words came out as anything but harsh since they were filled with the affection Bobby felt for the boys. He would gladly give his life for either of them in a heartbeat, just as their own Daddy had. "Okay, you sit your butt there while I get this damn gurney out and then we'll find a way to get you and Sam in at the same time."
"Thanks Bobby," Dean voiced, watching intently as the gruff older hunter unlocked the wheels to the gurney Sam was lying on and started pulling it from the back of the ambulance. Pushing the button that would release the folding wheels, Bobby sighed in relief when Sam was safely on firm ground, even if it was in a horizontal position on the gurney. Reaching back in to help Dean climb from the back of the ambulance safely, his attention was suddenly drawn back to the youngest Winchester when Sam moaned in pain.
"Sam, you back with us, Kid?" Bobby queried, motioning for Dean to stay put where he was or risk his wrath.
"Bobby?" Sam questioned confusedly as his partially opened eyes tried to focus on the hunter. "Where's De'n?"
"Right here, Tiger," Dean voiced, hissing in pain as his leg jolted from the drop to the ground even though he had been extra careful not to jar his leg as he sat down to safely remove himself from the ambulance.
"Damn it Dean, I ought to tan your backside for not waiting," Bobby voiced gruffly, though he never left Sam's side. The kid was just too out of it right now and he didn't wanna chance Sam falling off the gurney in his condition.
"Bobby, m'd a' me?" Sam mumbled incoherently, clenching his eyes shut as a wave of nausea rolled over him.
"No Son, I'm not mad at you," Bobby replied tenderly as he reached out to brush a hand through Sam's sweat soaked hair. "I might feel like knocking your damn head off once in a while, but I could never really be mad at you."
"'Kay," Sam mumbled, his mouth quirking up in a small grin.
"You think you're up to making a little trip inside?" Bobby asked, holding up a hand with his palm out to shush a protesting Dean. He hated that he was going to need Sam's help in getting the Sasquatch of a hunter inside, but there was no way he was going to be able to carry the kid.
"Ye-yeah," Sam answered hesitantly, as he glanced at Bobby. "Help me up?"
"You needn't have asked, boy," Bobby answered, grasping Sam's hand and levering the younger hunter up to a sitting position, only to wrap and arm around Sam and pull the kid to his chest scant seconds later as the younger hunter wavered precariously, the change in position hitting him full force.
"Dizzy," Sam mumbled into Bobby's shirt, his face paling a deathly white as nausea assailed him once again.
"S'okay, idjit, just relax. We're in no big hurry," Bobby voiced, his eyes shifting from Sam to Dean and then back to Sam again
"Sick," Sam gasped, struggling to push away from Bobby as bile rushed up his throat.
"Balls," Bobby swore, managing to move out of the way just as the vomit spewed forth while still keeping a firm grip on Sam to keep him tumbling from the gurney.
"Sammy," Dean gasped in alarm, leaning heavily on the crutches as he hobbled to his brother's side.
"M'okay," Sam replied, raising an arm to wipe the slimy mess from his lips once the puking had stopped.
"Alright Squirt, let's try this again," Bobby stated, unconsciously using the nickname he had dubbed Sam with when he was just a small tot as he pulled the young man to his feet, placing a steadying hand on Sam's chest once he attained a standing position.
"N-not a Squirt," Sam retorted, his feet taking unsteady steps as Bobby led him towards the rickety porch.
"How well I know that," Bobby groaned, making sure to take small steps as they progressed ever steadily towards the porch.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Bobby guided Sam into the house and deposited him on the tattered looking couch, admonishing him to stay there while he went back out to help Dean. Lord knows, he didn't need the stubborn idjit falling again in an attempt to make it inside himself.
~~Supernatural~~
Glancing around the cabin approximately 30 minutes later as Sam slept on the sofa and Dean snoozed in a drug induced slumber in the recliner, Bobby couldn't help but grimace at the look of the place. One thing was for damn sure, he would have to do a cleanup if they were going to stay there. Sam was already in bad enough shape without getting sick from all the germs inhabiting the place. Admittedly, his own house wasn't the cleanest in the world, well...before it burned to the ground anyway…but he did at least use a broom on it every other day and dust at least once a month whether it needed it or not.
Walking over to their duffle bags which were placed in the corner, Bobby pulled out a charcoal crayon and set about to drawing sigils on the windows and doors. Sure, he knew Rufus most likely had the place protected, but it had been a hell of a long time since anyone had stayed in the cabin and he wasn't taking any chances where his boys were concerned. And yeah, he knew the sigils most likely wouldn't work if the Leviathan showed up, but hell, he had to do something. He had just finished placing a Devils' trap under the carpet by the back door when he heard the unmistakable sound of Sam moaning in pain. Quickly making his way the youngest Winchester's side, he knelt down in front of the young man, his knees protesting the movement, to see Sam's eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Shhh, s'gonna be okay," Bobby whispered soothingly, reaching out to gently card calloused fingers through Sam's chestnut colored hair as he did so. He knew Sam probably needed something for the pain, but he just wasn't sure it was safe to give him anything yet with the significant head injury the kid had suffered at the hands of the purgatory escapee.
"Pl-please Bobby, hu-hur's," Sam slurred, his dewy eyes pleading for Bobby to do something to take the pain away.
"I know it does, Tiger, but we need to wait a few more hours before I can give you something for the pain. I don't want you slipping into a coma on me," Bobby voiced softly as he gently began to massage Sam's neck with his fingers, before moving them up and rubbing them in a circular motion on Sam's head…making sure to avoid the nasty lump…while applying very gentle pressure for only fifteen seconds and then repeating the process in hopes of relieving Sam's pain.
"Just close your eyes and try to relax," Bobby prodded, smiling as Sam's eyes began to droop, the pain lines beginning to recede from his face a few moments later.
Continuing the motion until Sam's breathing evened out and he slipped into slumber, Bobby couldn't help but smile fondly at the two young hunters who had so firmly taken hold of his heart. Maybe they weren't his sons by blood, but they surely were in every other sense of the word.
TBC