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Bobby's Perspective

"No, John… I'm going to pick him up, you bring Dean to my mansion and make sure he is going to eat something… Sam and I'll going to be fine." I assured my best friend, who was desperately trying to find out where his son was staying right at the moment.

"All right…" He hissed. "Drive carefully."

After some minutes I saw a man standing in front of a shaking boy, in the dim light of the cold morning. "Here you are, buddy." I whispered, a sad smile tucking on my lips.

"Hey dad." Sam avoided looking into my eyes when I got out of the car.

"Hey boy." I greeted emotionless, laying a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it a little tighter than I usually had.

"Well… officer, you can go. I've got the boy now." I told the officer, who looked unsure, whether he should really leave.

"Shouldn't I wait for…" He began.

"No, me and Sam… my son…" I added unsure "…will just go home to eat something."

"Will you be okay boy?" The officer asked Sam. Did he actually think that I would beat my boy up in the middle of the street, as soon as he is out of sight?

"Yeah…" Sam stated with a tick voice. I knew that voice perfectly and with one pang of sorrow all my anger vanished. It was enough that his dad and his brother were mad. I should try to comfort the broken boy.

I removed my grip von his shoulder and moved my hand to his neck, gently moving my thumb up and down. I have seen Dean doing this a million times, every time Sam was sad or in pain or he had just awakened from a nightmare.

The police officer gave us one last look before he disappeared.

"Sorry. I'm really so sorry." Sam's heart-wrenching sobs made me kneel down in front of him. "I… I… I just couldn't call dad, he doesn't want me and me staying will be Dean's death."

"Oh boy… you're so stupid." I shook my head, roughly pulling him forward, so he could sob into my shoulder. "Well, your dad is just as stupid." I felt his arms circle my neck, holding on tight. "Your arms are cold. Let's get you in my car, you're still ill."

With Sam parked into the passenger side, I rounded the car to sit down behind the wheel, not starting it, just sitting there, a hand on Sam's head. "Boy…"

I waited for him to look at me. "Sam, listen carefully, ever since you are born your father and Dean adore you and that will never change. They love you absolutely, without questions. You have to get this into the dick skull of yours."

"Your father is just scared about you and so is Dean… but they have very different ways to show it." I smiled when I heard his quiet and teary chuckle. "So can we drive home?"

"Yeah… Thanks Bobby." Sam whispered.

"Good" I breathed, starting the car. "Take your temperature." I ordered, handing him the thermometer, John had told me to take with me.

"Do you think Dad and Dean will be already at your house?" He asked, trying to suppress any emotions.

"Yeah, I would bet." I smiled, when I heard his gulp. Sorry boy, that's your problem.

"Temperature?" I asked, when he looked at the small display.

"Low enough for my dad to strangle me." He answered pitiful, making me smile.

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Sam's Perspective

I tried to think about two apologizes, one for dad and one for Dean. I hoped that Bobby would help me with dad. Oh damned, this guy will be mad. But unfortunately I had to deal with it. I wasn't ill enough to hope for a gentle manner.

No. This time I could count on huge trouble. I hoped he would shout at me for several hours till I would be crying, he horse and Dean both, trying to mediate. But for this time I expected Dean to support dad or just leave us alone; or what would be worse that both would just ignore me.

I didn't want to think about the worst case. Could it be that both of them would be mad enough to just leave me with Bobby, heading for the next hunt?

"Hey, kid, you're okay?" Bobby asked.

"More or less." I confessed. "Dad have been mad before."

"I'm going to talk to him." Bobby promised, smiling lightly. "And you are going to talk to Dean."

"I don't know…" My voice cracked mid-sentence, this time I blamed my cold for that.

"If he wants to talk to you? Have you lost your mind?" Bobby asked nearly furiously. "Your dad told me that he is a wrack, not knowing where you are."

Ugh… that wasn't helping.

"We're here." Bobby stated calmly. "And the others are already here, too."

I took a deep breath when I saw the Impala.

I wasn't surprised to see Dean leaning against the car, head downcast, dad standing beside him, looking into the car's direction.

Outside of the car, I walked behind Bobby, like I wanted to hide, when we approached my family. Dad was glaring hard at me, while Dean was not looking at me. For the first time I wasn't sure whose reaction would be more unbearable

"HAVE YOU ANY IDEA HOW SCARED WE WERE?" I took a further step behind Bobby, couldn't remember that dad had ever shouted like this, before.

"Dad don't!" Dean gripped the back of dad's jacket, holding him back, when he took a step forward.

"John." Bobby shouted making us all flinch. "Into the house. Now." When dad didn't obey, Bobby gripped the front of his jacket, pulling him into the house, leaving me with Dean outside.

"Hey big brother." I said, a tear escaping my eye, searching vainly for his eyes. "Please, talk to me."

Finally he made his way over to me, still avoiding my gaze. When he was near enough, I gripped his shirt crushing against him, rambling apologizes.

"Well… Sam… I'm sorry, too." He said coldly, pushing me away, looking right into my eyes. There was no affection, not like usual, just disappointment.

"Dean, please." I begged, tears running down my cheeks, but Dean's lower lip was quivering, too.

"No, I can hardly look at you, Sam." He whispered; then he left me standing outside, alone, cold and crying.

I walked over to the car, feeling my knees buckling, leaning hard against it. This time I really screwed up.

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