(Sooo I caught up to myself and I am finishing CH 16. Seriously I'm at like 3,500 words and once I get at 4,000 or more I will post it. So it won't be long I promise. Because I'm not finished I'll post this. It came to mind mid chapter and I had to write it or else I wouldn't remember. Nothing worse than forgetting an idea.
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I'll keep trying to post here, and I'm trying to jump back in Hillwood Garden's again, another Fem!Sam…but that is more…thought driven than these cutsie little one shots, and I don't know that I can work on 2 stories at once. So I'll try my best.)
Return
Sam tilted her head and laid it on her arm propped against the window. Her phone sat next to her head and many times she had checked the display to see if anyone was calling, or double check that the sound was all the way up so she wouldn't miss a call.
The hot chocolate Bobby had placed next to her had been long forgotten. Bobby could even see the mug frosting from the chill outside the window.
He couldn't take it anymore. The moping, the silence; any of it. "They'll be here." Bobby grunted as he stood up from his chair and walked over to the lump of blankets and depression. He ignored her protests as he bundled the blankets around her and lifted her up.
"I gotta watch." She moaned.
"And I have to make sure you stay healthy. You keep at that window and you'll catch something." He freed an arm temporarily to tug up the blankets edge up over her red nose.
She squirmed. "I can walk. Lemmie go."
For someone who was in advanced Mathematics, Science, knowledge in Latin, Spanish, and the beginnings of Japanese, AND rigorous training in weaponry. Sam could whine like no one's business. If she was displeased with something or someone she made sure they knew. It just wasn't too often it was turned towards himself.
"No, you cannot walk." He stated patiently depositing her on the floor next to the fire. "See that cast. Right there on your right leg? You may have dragged yourself to that window, but you certainly didn't walk over there."
The fourteen-year-old looked petulantly up. "I could if I wanted to."
"If you wanted to you could genetically alter pigs so they could fly, that don't mean you should." Bobby sat himself back on the couch.
"What if he doesn't make it back, though?" Sam looked anxiously back at the window. Her hair spilling in front of her face. "They haven't called once while they've been gone. Dean would have called. What if the wolf got them? What if Dean doesn't come back? What if he's dying somewhere and I could have done something?" Her voice raised with each worry.
"Hey, look at me." Bobby fixed her with a steady gaze and didn't move. He waited until she looked up from a curtain of hair. "I know you hate being left behind. I get it. You got a bum leg though. I hate to say this but you would have been more of a liability than an aid. And anyways, when has Dean not ever returned. One time."
She didn't move her hair. "Upstate New York."
Bobby stilled. He remembered that. In New York, Dean had tried to swipe his kid sister some dinner and ended up getting caught. Rather than get his sibling in trouble he avoided her and got sent to some reform boys home. Sam had been inconsolable in the two month's he'd been gone. She rarely ate, didn't talk. Nothing Bobby and John could do would get her to even move away from the window. According to their foolish father (for letting it get that far and go that long- and many other things) she had started speaking the second Dean had stepped out of the home his bag in hand. She hadn't let her big brother go once in that evening. Not that Dean would have let her go either.
"That was a special situation. He got- lost." Bobby scratched at the back of his head. "Besides, he's 18 now. Kid won't get lost."
"But he did. I lost him…I thought he would never come back."
"But he did, come back." Bobby reasoned. "It took him a while to do so, but he returned home."
Sam fixed him with a glare. "He was sad though. I mean he was happy to see me, but there was something that was making him sad. Something happened. Something happened while he was away and I couldn't help him. He always helps me. And when he needed me I- I wasn't there."
He was forbidden to mention what happened, by threat of bullet in his ass. But he knew what had bothered her brother. For the first time he had gotten a taste of normal. Had a girlfriend he saw longer than a week. Had a mentor who didn't expect anything of him besides going to school and getting good grades. Hell he'd joined wrestling while away. Bobby was sure that while Dean was more than happy to see his sister, he was mourning the loss of his normal life.
Bobby sighed and moved up from the couch again. He bundled the blankets around her once more, making sure to be careful with her cast, and put her on the couch. Uncharacteristically he pushed her against him in an embrace. It took a lot to get Uncle Bobby to hug. He moved away however and cleared his throat. The blankets had fallen away from her and the small breast that were forming had pressed into his side. She hadn't had those last time that she had visited. She had been so small and young. He knew that she would grow up, but he wasn't comfortable with that, he didn't think he ever would be.
"Let's just tuck that around you. Don't want you cold." He fixed the blankets then tugged her close. Better. "Why do you think you didn't help him? You don't know it but you help him every single day. Your brother loves you so much. He'd not only do anything for you, he'd lose it if anything ever happened to you. Which is why you are here. He threatened and hollered at your daddy until he agreed to come drop you off at my place. So you want to worry yourself sick by that window fine, just know that he'll come home, and be unhappy with me."
She sniffled. No tears came, but he could see her face scrunching up. "I know. I just want him to come back. I don't know what I'll do if he leaves me or if he-"
Bobby didn't need her to finish. If he died… Their stupid father had kept them together so long that the only ones they could rely on were each other. The co-dependency was sweet yes, but dangerous too. He'd heard of situations with sibling dogs. One died, the other went too. John had created that situation. One of his kids died he'd lose the other. Maybe not physically. Maybe Dean wouldn't drop dead if Sam were to die, but the spirit would go. Dean wouldn't be Dean. Sam wouldn't be Sam. Which would in turn hurt not only their father, but Bobby himself. Bobby loved Sam and Dean like they were his own. He'd changed enough of their diapers, griped at them enough times to do chores, and help them tied their shoelaces, enough times that he'd been a father to them.
"He will come back." Bobby pressed. He squeezed her and tucked his head down on hers. "Nothing can keep your brother from returning to you. Be it Hell or high water he'll be back at that door rushing inside and the first thing he'll say is your name."
Sam didn't say anything.
"And he'll probably say something about how bad-ass he is. Something like oh I'm Dean Winchester and I tackled the Werewolf all by myself." Bobby lowered his pitch to mock the boy.
Sam laughed this time. The first time since her big brother had left. "Probably. Then add oh it was a lady Werewolf too, and I used only my charm."
Bobby laughed with her. "She saw me flex my muscles and couldn't help but swoon."
Sam was grinning wide. "I totally got her number."
"Yeah, exactly that." Bobby's laughter minimized. He was going to say something else when he heard an engine rumble.
Sam's ears twitched immediately at the sound and she pawed away from Bobby to look out the window. Bright beams pierced through the window. Even though she couldn't see the car she knew the engine rumble all too well. It was the Impala. It was home. Which meant that Dean was back.
"Stay on the couch." Bobby ordered as he stood up and headed towards the door. By the time he'd reached it and had it unlocked, Dean had his own engine shut off and was coming up the porch stairs. When Bobby opened the door Dean looked through Bobby and walked into the living room.
"Sam."
"Dean. Your back!" Sam said happily. She moved to get up.
Dean didn't like that. "What are you-! Stop that." He was at her side in a second pushing her into the couch. "I'll come to you, runt." He didn't move to hug her but he did sit down on the couch next to her so close that they didn't have any space between them. "You doing okay?"
"Yeah." Sam said her tone lighter than it had been. "I'm good. You get hurt?"
"Nope." Dean grinned and ruffled her hair. He finally tugged her in for a hug. "Dad's okay too. He's is going to the next hunt. It's an easy salt n' burn so he'll be back in a few days." Dean looked excitedly down at his sister. "Hey, you'll never guess, but I got the thing down in one shot. It was so awesome."
Sam snorted, and Bobby let out a shortened laugh.
Dean whipped his head between the two of them his expression looked confused. "What did I say?"
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