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Here is Chapter 3. ENJOY! :)
Chapter 3: Bobby comes home.
Bobby was on his way back to the Salvage yard. He couldn't get last nights conversation out of his mind. What had his boys get into now? He hated leaving a hunt so early, but the stress in Dean's voice made it clear that he was most needed at home.
"Dean," Bobby said. "What's with calling me twice in one day? Don't tell me you miss me already."
A small smile came across Dean's face. He always loved Bobby. He took care of him and Sammy more than anyone else.
"Can you get back," Dean asked.
Hearing the strain in Dean's voice, jokes left Bobby and he knew this was serious.
"What's going on, son," Bobby said.
"Something happened to Sam," Dean started. "He's...gonna...he's gonna need you."
Bobby could hear Dean stumbling over those words. What on earth happened to Sam that he won't need his brother?
"Dean," Bobby said. "Tell me what's going on."
"Bobby, I wish I knew. Right now, Sam's going to bed. I think this has something to do with the last hunt we did. We need your help. You're the only one that Sam will trust."
"Dean."
"Just hurry and come home." Dean hung up the phone.
Bobby had never heard that kind of desperation in Dean's voice when it came to Sam. The fact that Sam would only trust Bobby and not Dean, really had him worried. What could be so bad that Sam wouldn't trust Dean?
Bobby packed his bags, and started his way back home. As much as he knew Rufus could handle what was happening, Bobby knew he had to take care of his family.
The next morning, Sam woke up looking around the room. When he saw that the room was still vacant and that the bed next to his was still unused, his heart broke. Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe Dean didn't come home last night. But it felt so real. He could smell his brother all around him. He could still feel the hand that was over his eyes. A twinge of hurt came across Sam. He wanted his big brother.
He got up and got dressed for the day. When he went downstairs, he saw that Eric was still here. He was on the couch sleep.
Sam walked over to him and looked at him. He couldn't understand what was going on. He knew this man was a stranger but he couldn't help the feeling of pure calm and familiarization of being around him. Like he was suppose to be with him.
Sam stomach growling brought him out of his thoughts. He decided to look in the kitchen to see if Uncle Bobby had anything for him that he could eat. Sam pulled a chair out from under the table towards the counter. He climbed up in the chair and partway on the counter. While reaching for the cabinet door, he wasn't paying attention to the fact that the rickety chair was teetering to the side.
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Dean stretched all the kinks out of his back from sleeping on the couch. He sat up rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
CRASH!
"AAAHHH!"
Dean was up in a flash towards the kitchen. What he saw had him in total shock. Sam was on the floor crying holding his head. Before he could even register what he was doing, he rushed over to Sam and scooped him in his arms and carried Sam out of the kitchen. Sam buried his face in Dean's neck. There was that smell again. The same from last night. Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's neck.
Dean, rubbing Sam's back, walked back in the study and sat down on the couch with Sam on his lap.
Dean tried to pull Sam off of him so he could check his head from where he fell, but Sam wasn't letting him go. After a few minutes, Sam's crying turned to small sniffles and hiccups. Dean tried again in pulling Sam off of him this time being more successful. He stood Sam up and placed him between his knees.
"Are you okay," Dean asked.
Sam nodded, but winced. His head still hurt a little. Dean carded his fingers through Sam's hair feeling for any bumps. He didn't feel anything but when he got to an area that was tender he did turn Sam around so he could get a good look at it.
"Well, I don't think you're dying, but maybe you should refrain from opening the cabinets with your head," Dean said. Sam couldn't help but giggle at that. "What were you doing, anyway?"
"I was looking to see if we had any Lucky Charms," Sam pouted out. "I was hungry."
"Sammy, what have I...," Dean stopped mid-sentence. He wasn't Dean to Sam. He was Eric. "Well, how about next time you come get me and I'll see if there is something in the cabinets. How about that?"
Sam nodded. Dean stood up and they walked back into the kitchen. Dean found the cereal and fixed Sam a bowl. Dean noticed it wasn't a lot so they would have to make a supply run soon. But right now, he was fully content to sit and have breakfast with his brother.
Later that day, Jody came back to the house. She just couldn't stay away until they could find out what truly happened to Sam and if they could reverse it.
They were working at the desk and Sam was on the floor playing with some toys Dean had found in the side closet when an old truck engine was heard throughout the house. Bobby walked into the house and was greeted by a small bundle running towards him.
"Bobby," Sam screamed when he saw the man walking in the house. He jumped up and was in his arms hugging his neck. "You're home."
"Yeah kiddo," Bobby said trying to hid the surprise in his voice. The last thing he expected was to see a very young Sam barreling towards him. He looked over Sam's shoulder and saw Dean standing in the doorway of the study.
"Like I said," Dean said. "We have a little problem."
"I should say so," Bobby answered.
"Bobby," Sam said quietly.
"Yeah, Sam," Bobby said.
"Have you seen Dean? He was supposed to be here, but he's not. Do you know him? He says his name is Eric. He is nice though. He helped me this morning. I don't think Dean would be mad, but I would like to ask him."
While Sam talked to Bobby, he walked over to the table and sat down and placed Sam in front of him between his knees. He'd almost forgot how much he didn't miss the firing of questions and blabbering that came with small children, but he couldn't help the smile that came across his face.
"Okay, Sammy," Bobby cut Sam off. "Breathe. Stop for now. Let me get settled before you bombard me with questions."
"Okay," Sam said and ran out of the kitchen and went back playing with the toys.
Dean sat down across from Bobby. Jody went in the study with Sam to keep an eye on him and to let Dean and Bobby talk in private.
"Okay, what the hell is going on," Bobby asked quietly so not to let Sam hear.
"I wish I knew," Dean said in the same volume. "We were hunting what we thought was a witch. But now I'm not so sure. What's really stumping me is that I can't find what she did to him to fix this." Dean ran his hand through his cropped hair and down his face.
Bobby could see that it was really stressing him.
"Why is he calling you by your middle name?"
"I thought it would be best if he didn't think I was his brother. I know that kid. He's really going to think that he's some kind of freak or monster if he knows that there is something really different about him. I rather him figure it out than for someone to tell him."
Bobby looked at Dean and shook his head.
"What," Dean said.
"Nothing," Bobby answered. "It's just there is nothing cut and dry with you boys. You're lives is just one big gray area."
"You're telling me," Dean said.
Jody walked in the kitchen with Sam in tow.
"Well, I think we may need to go to the store and get a few things."
"What," Bobby said. "What are you talking about?"
"Well, Bobby Singer," Jody said putting one hand on her hip. "You have nothing here that is suitable for a growing boy to have, so we have to go shopping."
"I was going to go on a supply run this afternoon," Dean said.
"Well, what's wrong with going now," Jody countered. "We have a growing boy that wants something to eat."
"Oh, okay," Dean got up. "I guess I'll go now."
Sam walked over to Dean.
"Can I come with you," he asked.
Dean looked down at Sam.
"Sure, kiddo," Dean answered ruffling his hair. "Go upstairs and get your shoes."
Sam was grinning from ear to ear when he took off for the stairs. Jody walked over to Dean and cupped his face.
"You could never turn that boy down, could you?" Jody walked off before Dean could answer.
"Oh yeah," Bobby said getting up from the table. "You always had a soft spot for that boy. Even when you don't want him to know."
Bobby walked off towards the study leaving Dean standing in the kitchen.
TBC
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