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This is for Hot Show who asked for a story about how Dean and Sammy learned to trust Bobby. Hope this is what you wanted.
Previously on Supernatural- There at the edge of the field was Sammy standing face to face with a cottonmouth!
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"Stay there Dean!" Bobby ordered as he dashed towards the youngest Winchester. His mind raced as he tried to come up with the best way to save Sammy from the potentially deadly reptile. Not wanting to anger the snake he slowed to a quick walk once he got closer to the little boy and studied the situation. Sammy's face and the snake's were mere inches from each other as they continued their stare down. Seeing the lump in the cottonmouth's neck and the tiny feet sticking out of the snake's mouth, Bobby let out a relieved breathe. "Well I'll be" Bobby thought smiling. "About time we caught a break." Keeping his eyes focused on the snake he walked up behind Sammy and scooped him into his arms. "Gotcha kiddo." He said hugging the baby tightly. Bobby walked backwards for several feet before turning to walk the rest of the way to Dean.
"You two stay here." Bobby directed as he placed Sammy in Dean's arms. "I'll be right back." He trudged back over to the rut and stared at the still snacking snake. Scratching his beard he tried to figure out the best way to get rid of the menace. There was no way he was letting that potential threat roam around his backyard. Not with the Winchester boys in his care. Going over the options on hand Bobby's first thought was to shoot it with his pistol. But he quickly nixed that notion. He didn't want to risk frightening the boys anymore than they already were. That left his knife. Reaching around he pulled the knife from the sheath and eyed his target. After calculating various factors such as the distance from the target, Bobby grasped the knife by the end of its handle and let it fly with a flick of his wrist. He watched as the knife severed the snake's head from its body. Hearing footsteps behind him he turned and gave the two boys a stern glare. "Thought I told you to stay there." He growled.
"That was awesome!" Dean shouted gazing up at Bobby in awe. "Can you teach me to do that?"
"Not till you're older champ." Bobby replied as he walked over and carefully picked up his knife. After wiping the blade off on his pants leg, he quickly put it away and went back to the boys. "Come on Dean. Time to go inside." He said as he hoisted Sammy onto his shoulders. Bobby led Dean around to the front of the house and down the driveway to the mailbox. Opening the box he let Dean reach in and grab the day's mail before heading inside the house. Once inside Bobby set Sammy on the floor beside the toys, took the mail from Dean, and walked into the kitchen. Sinking down into the nearest chair he threw the papers on the table and rested his head on his trembling hands as the afternoon's events hit him. That had been way too close. Sammy could have been killed. He could just imagine what John was going to say about this one. That is if he was still standing after John found out that he had lost the kid.
Tossing those thoughts aside for now Bobby glanced through the mail stopping at a postcard addressed to John. Turning it over he quickly scanned the message and frowned. Looked like it was past time for both boys' next round of immunizations. Noticing that the small health department would be giving the shots the next day Bobby made a mental note to call the place first thing in the morning. He'd rather go ahead and get that taken care of than take the risk that someone might come snooping around wondering why John hadn't taken care of it. They had already had people question why Dean wasn't in Kindergarten. But since Kindergarten wasn't mandatory, they didn't have a problem. The immunizations might be a different story however. Bobby shook his head. He never realized how much work was involved in raising children. He didn't know how John did it.
Bobby stood and glanced at the fridge. Not in the mood to cook he grabbed his keys and walked into the living room. After a quick diaper change, he herded the boys out to the car and headed for town.
Blue Earth
Pastor Jim set the phone down. He knew it was only a matter of time before John got hurt. He had just hoped that the small family would be closer to him when it happened. Sighing Jim said a prayer for John and his boys and then grabbed a suitcase from the closet. He needed to get to Bobby's in a hurry. The man was probably going crazy trying to deal with two active little boys. After stuffing a week's worth of clothes into the bag, he picked it up and dashed to the door. He had a family to take care of.
Bobby's house
Bobby finished toweling Sammy off before dressing the squirming toddler in a diaper and pajamas. Throwing the towel in the hamper he carried the little boy into the living room and sat down on the couch with Sammy in his lap. "Think it's time you learned to say my name kiddo." Bobby told the little boy. "So you just repeat after me, okay?"
"Kay" Sammy replied clapping his hands.
"Bobby" Bobby said pointing at himself. "Say Bobby Sammy."
Sammy clapped his hands and grinned at his uncle.
"Come on Sammy. I know you can do it." Bobby prodded. "Say Bobby. Bob-by"
"Dob" Sammy declared patting Bobby's arm.
"No Sammy. Not Dob. Bob." Bobby corrected. "Bob-by."
"Dob" Sammy repeated.
Bobby groaned. This was harder than Dean made it look. Thinking back he tried to recall how Dean taught Sammy his first words. "Hmm, first words." Bobby thought. "Let's see damn, Dean, Dada." He was sensing a pattern here. Bobby's thoughts were interrupted by Sammy's giggles.
"Dob, Dob, Dob" Sammy sing songed clapping his hands in excitement.
"Bob, Sammy. Say Bob-by." Bobby coaxed.
"Dob" Sammy started. "by"
Bobby tried again. "Bob-by"
"Dob by" Sammy giggled as he climbed off Bobby's lap. He plopped down on the floor and grabbed his blocks still babbling, "Dob-by"
Bobby took off his cap and ran a hand through his hair. "Guess Dobby it is." He muttered as he watched the youngest Winchester playing happily with his toys.
Dean came into the room and sat down beside his little brother. Snatching up a toy truck he started running it around the floor and over the furniture.
Bobby let the boys play for a few minutes before announcing that it was bedtime. He helped them clean up the blocks and other toys and then led them back to their bedroom. Bobby asked Dean to pick a book to read while he settled on the bed with Sammy. Smiling as he took the book from Dean he waited until the little boy was nestled beside him and then began to read, "Once upon a time there were three little pigs."
By the time he was halfway through the book both boys were fast asleep. Bobby slowly and carefully climbed off the bed. Turning he tucked the covers around the boys and crept out of the room making sure to leave the door ajar just in case.
Bobby secured the house and then walked into the kitchen and poured himself one last cup of coffee. He took his cap off and set it on the table as he attempted to unwind after his long, hard day. Hearing the phone ring he jumped up and grabbed the receiver before the noise could wake up John's boys. "Singer here." He whispered in the phone.
"Bobby, it's Josh."