This is late. Whoops?

So this chapter will conclude the "sick Adam" thing, and then I have another prompt, but that's it, so if you have them, please send them in!

P.S.-I'm doing NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and it's taking a lot out of me, so let me know if I'm making mistakes, yeah? Thanks!

Hope you enjoy!

Even though Dean knew that John was going to be pissed, he and Sam called Bobby. It pretty much went how Dean was expecting it to, and Bobby eventually agreed to meet the boys "because their father is an idjit who doesn't know how to take care of two kids, let alone three of 'em."

Bobby was awesome.

He arrived a few hours after Dean had called him, and Sam immediately went in for a hug, which Bobby returned, wearing a goofy smile on his face. "I gotta admit, it's good to see you boys. Where's Adam?"

Dean pointed to where the small form of Adam was curled up in his bed, and Bobby frowned and made his way over to the boy. Dean heard him introduce himself before placing his hand on Adam's head. After a few moments, he went back over to Dean while Sam took over watching Adam.

"It's nothing too drastic." Bobby began, and Dean slumped in relief. "Would have been a lot easier if your damn daddy came back, but I can pick up some medicine for him and he'll be alright."

"Thanks, Bobby."

The older hunter grinned, ruffling Dean's hair as the boy swatted him away. Bobby laughed the whole time he was walking out the door, waiting until he was at his truck before letting his frustrations out.

He loved those boys, but they were gonna be the death of him.

Adam responded wonderfully to the medicine that Bobby had gotten him, and within a couple of days was up and walking around. So he sent Sam and Dean on a milk run, because he wanted to talk to the kid.

"How you settling in so far?"

Adam shrugged. "Sam's really great, and Dean runs hot and cold with me-"

"What does that even mean? I'm getting old, aren't I?" he joked, hoping it would make Adam open up to him more. It used to work on Dean and on some occasions it worked with Sam, but Adam was younger than them, and wasn't as mature for his age as Sam and Dean had been. Bobby personally knew that coming from a broken family tended to do that to a person, and he was scared for all three Winchester children's futures.

"He's okay now, but he gets mad when I spend too much time with Sam or mess up. He'll do little things to make me sad, I think?"

Bobby sighed. "It sounds like something he would do. Ignore him. He's protective of Sam. You probably don't get it, hell I don't even get it, but Dean raised Sam. Their bond is a little different from most siblings. But Sam likes you, yeah? He's a good kid."

Adam nodded, a small smile on his face. It dropped quickly, however. "I don't really like John, though."

"Why not?"

"He's mean. He's not nice to any of us and it only makes Dean more mad if I get me or Sam in trouble, even if I don't mean it or-"

"It's okay." Bobby said, cutting off what was beginning to sound like a ten year old's version of a rant.

"He hits us sometimes."

Bobby felt himself go still. That fucker. He whipped his head to look at Sam and Dean as they re-entered the room, and they both seemed to sense that something was wrong. Bobby smiled one last time at Adam before asking the older ones if they could talk with him outside. They agreed, and even though they were confused, they followed the other hunter out of the room.

"Your daddy hits you?" Bobby managed to spit out, his anger only rising when he sees the scared look Sam gives Dean. Dean looks pissed.

"Adam told you?"

"Don't you dare be mad at that little boy." Bobby hissed. "He's terrified of John. I get why you haven't been treating him like you should have, but damn it Dean! This is serious, so can you please get your head out of your ass for a few minutes?"

Dean looked surprised, but nodded as Sam pressed further into his side.

"Why did you never say anything?"

"Because dad had a reason for doing it." Sam said, and Bobby felt his heart shatter. "I mess up a lot, so it's okay."

"No it's not, Sammy." Dean said fiercely, a look of horror plastered on his face. "I told you, you don't deserve that. Hell, neither do me and Adam."

"He's right, Sam." Bobby ran a hand across his face. "Why don't you go check up on Adam? I wanna talk to Dean for a second."

Sam nodded, running off to go check on his little brother as Bobby grimmly turned to face Dean.

"I wish I could get you away from this, Dean. All three of you."

"I know." Dean said sadly.

"John wouldn't let me take you, no matter how many times I've asked. And if I go to the police..."

"I could go to jail. For stealing, for all the fake accounts dad and I have set up..."

"And I know you'd do it for Sam, but you know I wouldn't let you. I'll figure this out, Dean."

It was a promise Bobby intended to keep. He'd protect those boys until he was no longer around to do so. Until death.