Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Kripke and the CW.

This is for Hot Show who asked for a story about how Dean and Sammy learned to trust Bobby.

Previously on Supernatural- After buckling both boys in, Bobby climbed into the driver's seat and drove out of the junkyard.

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Bobby opened the back door of the car and leaned inside. After unbuckling the seat belt, he lifted Sammy out of his car seat and stood up dropping his keys. "Dean, grab my keys for me." He ordered as he watched the little boy nervously climbing out of the car.

"Yes sir" Dean replied. Jumping out onto the pavement he reached down and snatched the key chain. Noticing several of the keys were still on the ground he gathered them up and said, "Some of the keys fell off Uncle Bobby."

"Shi…Shoot!" Bobby quickly amended. "Just bring them all in. I'll fix it when we get inside." He took Dean's hand and the two walked into the building and up to the counter where he signed the boys in. He then took Dean and Sammy to the next room and sat down to wait.

"Here's your keys Uncle Bobby." Dean said as he held out the key chain and missing keys to his father's friend.

"I've kinda got my hands full right now Dean." Bobby stated as he attempted to hold a squirming Sammy on his lap. "Think you could put those keys back on for me?"

"Sure!" Dean replied with a grin. Setting all but one of the keys on the chair beside him, Dean began trying to reattach the key. It took several attempts for him to lift the outer ring of the chain enough to start to slide the key under it. Sticking his tongue out in concentration Dean carefully lined the hole in the key with the end of the outer ring and slowly pulled it through and back onto the ring. "I got one!" he shouted excitedly.

"Great job, kiddo." Bobby praised patting the eldest Winchester's shoulder. Hearing their name called he stood and readjusted his hold on Sammy. "Come on Dean. That's us." He said taking the little boy by the hand. Bobby followed the nurse down the hallway to the last room. Sitting in the chair by the door he settled Sammy on his lap before pulling Dean onto his other knee. "Remember what we talked about, okay Dean?"

"But Uncle Bobby, I haven't finished putting the keys on yet." Dean whined holding up the unattached keys.

"You can still work on the keys Dean. Just hold your left arm still for the nurse." Bobby instructed as he pulled Dean's shirt sleeve up. Placing a hand on Dean's back he watched as the nurse swabbed the area with alcohol and then administered the shot. Bobby sighed in relief. Dean hadn't made a sound.

Dean struggled to place the next key on the chain without moving his arm. Growling in frustration as the key slipped off the chain for the third time he looked up at his uncle and said, "Uncle Bobby, tell her to hurry up! I need to move my arm."

"You can move now Dean." Bobby told him. "She already gave you the shot."

"Really?" Dean asked. Wide eyed he glanced over to find the nurse putting a band aid on his arm. "I didn't even feel it. Cool!"

"You did good, champ." Bobby praised while mentally giving himself a high five. His key chain distraction had worked perfectly. He'd had a feeling it would. Making a note to put the customers' car keys back in the shop once he got home Bobby turned his attention to Sammy. He unsnapped the buttons on the baby's pants leg and pulled it up uncovering Sammy's leg. Spying the nurse walking over with the injection Bobby reached into his back pocket and pulled out the feather. Holding it in front of the youngest Winchester he said, "Look a here, Sammy." He ran the feather across Sammy's face making the baby giggle. Bobby handed the feather to Sammy smiling as the little guy excitedly waved it around babbling nonstop. He got a firm hold on Sammy's leg and sent up a prayer that the feather distraction would work as well as the keys.

Sammy chattered to himself as he shook the feather back and forth. He giggled at the nurse as she rubbed something cool and wet on his leg. The giggle became a scream when something stabbed him seconds later. Sammy dropped the feather and turned burying his face in his uncle's shirt as he cried his little heart out.

"Shit!" Bobby thought as he patted the toddler's back. "Guess Mrs. Richards was wrong."

Dean jumped at the sound of his brother's scream. Keys forgotten he ran his hands through his little brother's hair to comfort him. "It's okay Sammy. It's all over." He soothingly said. He glared at the nurse as she placed the band aid on Sammy's leg and then gathered up her supplies. Hands fisted at his sides he refused the sticker the nurse offered him. And Uncle Bobby's quick thinking was the only thing that stopped him from giving the nurse a pain in the leg to match his little brother's.

Hugging Sammy tightly Bobby one handedly snapped the baby's pants back up and stood to leave. Seeing the furious look in Dean's eyes and the boy's leg inching back he grabbed Dean and pulled him back before he could exact his revenge. Keeping a firm grip on the boy's shoulder he walked out of the room, down the hall, and out to the car. He fastened a still crying Sammy into his car seat and then climbed in himself. Pulling out of the parking lot he took a right and headed for the hospital. He could hear Dean softly singing to Sammy. Glancing into the rearview mirror he smiled at the image of Dean rubbing his little brother's arm in comfort and singing. In that moment the kid looked more like Sammy's daddy than his brother. John really needed to rethink his priorities.

Feeling the car stop Dean peered over the seat. "Where are we Uncle Bobby?" he asked eyeing the large white building suspiciously.

"This is the hospital Dean." Bobby said as he turned in his seat to face the boys. "See your Uncle Josh called and said that your daddy was hu- sick." Seeing the little boy's eyes widen in fear he placed a hand on Dean's shoulder and smiled. "Don't worry. Your daddy's gonna be fine. He just needs to stay here for a little while so the doctors can make him all better."

Dean was reaching for the door handle before Bobby finished talking. "I wanna see my daddy!" he shouted as he scrambled out of the car. He struggled as Bobby's arms wrapped him in a hug. "Get off me!" he hollered. "Let me go!"

"Cool it Dean!" Bobby ordered as he held onto the raging boy. "You're scaring Sammy!" He smiled as Dean froze in his arms. "That's better. Now listen up kiddo. I'm going to take you to your daddy in just a minute. But we need to get Sammy out of the car first. Okay?"

"Yes sir" Dean replied sullenly. Standing next to the car he kicked at the ground impatiently.

Bobby swiftly unbuckled Sammy and scooped him up. He grabbed the diaper bag and then shut the door before taking Dean's hand and walking to the entrance. Once inside he led the way across the lobby and to the elevators. "Push the up button for me, champ." He told Dean.

Dean obediently pushed the button and followed Bobby into the elevator. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked up at his uncle. "Is daddy really okay?" he timidly asked.

"Yes, he's really okay." Bobby answered smiling. "His tummy and chest are just sore from being sick. So you need to be careful when you see him. Alright?"

"We'll be careful, won't we Sammy?" Dean said nodding his head at his little brother.

Sammy nodded his head sleepily. "Dob, Dob" he said laying his head on his uncle's shoulder. Sticking his thumb in his mouth he gazed down at his big brother.

Smiling down at the toddler Bobby rubbed Sammy's back. Feeling the elevator stop he waited until the doors had completely opened before stepping out. After a quick check of the signs on the wall, he led Dean halfway down a hallway stopping at room 370. He glanced down at Dean as he grabbed the door handle. "Remember Dean. We have to be careful not to hurt daddy." He reminded before opening the door and walking inside.

Hearing the door creak open John eagerly looked up and grinned at his boys.

Dean ran across the room stopping beside John's bed. "Daddy! Are you okay? What happened? Does your tummy still hurt? Can you go home now?" Dean questioned.

John carefully pulled his eldest in for a hug. "Hey Dean." He greeted. "You been good for Uncle Bobby?"

"Yes sir" Dean proudly replied. "I've been real good. Uncle Bobby even let me help fix a car!"

"Da Da!" Sammy squealed reaching out to John. "Da Da!"

"Sammy" John called as he motioned for Bobby to bring his youngest to him. He patted a spot on the bed beside him. "Put him right here Bobby." he demanded. He threw an arm around his baby boy as soon as Bobby set him down and then slowly shifted to make room for Dean who was climbing up on the bed. Throwing an arm around each of his boys John settled back against the pillows and relaxed. He smiled as Sammy immediately curled up next to him and fell asleep. "Looks like someone's had a long day." He said. He bushed Sammy's bangs off his face and placed a kiss on his baby boy's forehead. Turning to Dean he ruffled his son's hair. "So, what have you guys been up to while daddy was gone?" he asked.

"Oh crap!" Bobby thought wincing at the memories of the past few days. "I'm so dead!"