Title: For the love of Sam

Author: penelopegraceful

Summary: Dean leaves for a hunt with Caleb, leaving John and Sam alone for the week. Sam is sick and under the impression that since Dean is gone he has to deal with his problems alone. He couldn't have been more wrong. Pre-series Teenchesters, Sick/Bullied/Sam, Worried/Dean, Awesome/Loving/John

Notes: Sam is 13, Dean is 17

I don't own anything.

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Chapter 11

John stood from the doorway watching the whole thing. His hurt his heart to know that his little boy was hurt and in so much pain, but to see Bobby comfort Sam, and calm after a panic attack was mesmerizing. John had never been so grateful to have someone like Bobby in his life.

Seeing that Sam was unconscious, John walked into the kitchen to help Bobby with Sam.

Bobby was using a small alcohol pad to clean the area on the top of Sam's hand were the IV was going to be inserted. Once finding the vein, Bobby gently inserted the needle looking to Sam's face to see if he would wake. Sam's face grimaced and looked as though the boy was going to wake, but Bobby quickly taped the IV down and inserted a small dosage morphine, enough to keep Sam comfortable while, he and John went about mending Sam's injuries.

"Dean's all stitched up and asleep." John stated obviously worried about boys.

"There gonna be alright Johnny. These boys are tough. What we really need to start thinking about is how to get those sons of bitches shifters, and make them pay for what they've done."

Nodding in agreement, John and Bobby began examining Sam's boding, stitching the places that needed stitching and cleaning the burns and smaller cuts that littered the boys abused body.

Half an hour and twenty stitches later, Sam was done, Bobby and John, tried to get as much blood off as possible, but the poor boy needed a bath, but that was just gonna have to wait til morning.

The next thing to decide was sleeping arrangements, Dean could sleep on the couch, but he was out cold from the pain medication, and would be no match if the shifters decided to show up again. Sam needed a bed, there was no way that he would be able to sleep comfortably on the couch or in a chair with his injuries, and he couldn't sleep with Dean or John, since Sam obviously though they were shifters.

John wanted his baby close, but Sam was still in a fragile state and needed protection, but agreed with the proposition by Bobby. Sam would sleep in his room upstairs and Bobby would keep guard. It would also be good to have Bobby near by in the kid woke with a nightmare. It hurt to know that Sam feared him, and he couldn't even imagine the pain Dean was going to be in when he found out what happen to Sam, but he was glad Sam at least trusted Bobby at the moment.

Saying their good nights Bobby gently carried the slumbering boy up the stairs and into his room, he was mindful of the IV and careful not to jostle any of Sam's injuries as he laid him down on the bed, hooking the IV bag to the bed post. He eased the covers out from under Sam and eased them over his frame tucking the boy in. Pulling up a chair from the corner of the room, he sat next to Sam and watched as the boy slept. Soon it became to much for the old hunter, and he closed his eyes for a second, falling into a deep sleep.

Bobby to the sound of a muffled whimper, opening his eyes his eyes met Sams and he was immediately at his side trying to calm the young man.

"Sam, what's wrong?" Trying to sound as gently as possible knowing that the boy that just been tortured by things that looked like his family.

"H'rts," Sam slurred out, as fat tears rolled down his red face.

Looking at the clock, Bobby noticed that it was nearly ten in the morning, Sam had been due some pain medication nearly an hour ago.

"Balls!" Bobby said, chastising himself for the careless mistake.

"Hey Sam, I'm gonna go down stairs for a second and get the pain medication okay, I'll be right back."

"NO! Don't...don't leave me..." Sam whimpered obviously still frightened from the events that happened not even twelve hours ago.

"Okay... Ummm... Sam would it be alright if your Daddy brought the pain medication up? This is your real Dad, not the shifter, and I'll be here the entire time."

Thinking about what his surrogate father had just said, Sam took a deep breath and reluctantly agreed.

"Okay, I'm just gonna go to the door to hollar for him to bring the pain meds up."

Doing as he said Sam closed his eyes and continued to cry, it wasn't so much the the physical pain that was bothering him, but the emotional. Sam could still hear his fathers voice telling him he was a failure and a burden. He just wanted these thoughts to go away, he just wanted to be held and told he was important, that he mattered. Sam felt that whatever wall he had build inside of himself over the years to deal with emotional pain had crumbled, and all his doubts and fears were rising to the surface of his subconscious.

Upon opening his eyes he say his father at the foot of his bed, staring at him, but not the way the shifter had last night, this mans eyes held fear and worry. He knew this man was his father, but the shifter said he had all of his fathers thoughts and memories, this man still blamed him for his mothers death.

Bobby's voice broke him out of his thoughts.

"Sam, I'm just gonna give you some more pain medication, okay? I want you to try to go back to sleep. I'm just look at some of your cuts and burns to see how they are healing. Is it okay if your dad stays and helps me?"

John eyed Bobby nervously waiting for Sam to respond.

Not willing to make eye contact with his father Sam reluctantly agreed. He was going to be asleep anyway, plus Bobby would be here.

Upon agreeing Sam felt the blanket pulled down off of him, he also felt the pull of the pain medication on him, he slowly drifted off the sleep.

John and Bobby took to work, checking Sam's injuries, making sure nothing looked infected. Giving his seal of approval, John brought the blanket up to Sam's neck, and kissed his son's forehead. John knew the Sam's recovery was going to take a while, but it unnerved him that Sam didn't want to make eye contact with him. Could that damn shifter said something to Sam?

Walking into the living room, Bobby eyed Dean carefully, the boy looked pale and sweaty. Agreeing with Bobby, both men decided Dean was probably getting an infection and needed fluids and antibiotics.

Reaching into the first aid kit, Bobby grabbed another IV and got to work. John lifted Dean so that he could hold him down incase he woke up while Bobby was inserting the needle. The last thing he wanted was for Dean to become agitated and cause more harm to himself.

Nodding to John that he was about to insert the needle, John held his eldest closer waiting the inevitable. Just as both men had thought Dean jolted awake, confused and disoriented.

"Whaaa...What ha'pened?

"Shhhh... You're okay Dean, Bobby had to start an IV, you're starting to get an infection."

Had Dean been in the right state of mind, he would have fought to get out of his fathers hold, but being weakened and feeling terrible, Dean just allowed his father to hold him while Bobby continued to set the IV and antibiotics up.

John was worried that Dean seemed okay with him holding him. He couldn't even remember the last time he had held his eldest like his. Not trying to over think it, he held on tighter afraid Dean might disappear if he let go.

Dean's unfocused eyes seem to dart around the room as his father held him, and Bobby continued cleaning the gash, and setting up the IV. As if a light had suddenly turned on in Dean's foggy mind, he shot up, fighting his father's hold.

"Where's Sam?"

Both of the older hunters gave each other weary looks before, John finally spoke up.

"Dean, Sam fine, he's resting upstairs, but there's something you should know... Those damn shifters went after him."

Dean whitened even further as he listened to his father tell him about his younger brother.

"Dad, I need to see Sam. I..."

"Dean listen to me, the shifters took the form of you and me. The kids scared, right now, I think a part of him still thinks it was us to actually tortured him. He'll be okay in time, but for right now, Bobby's gonna take care of him."

Dean settled back into his fathers hold, he wanted more than anything to run upstairs and comfort Sam, hell, he just wanted to see him. If only to convince himself that Sam was really okay, but Sam was scared of him. Dean felt his heart shatter at that thought.

In tune with his eldest sons distress over hearing the news, John gently began rocking Dean back and fourth, like he had done so many years ago when Dean was a child.

Dean was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even realize what his father was doing. His eyes began to drop, and a jaw splitting yawn emerged from the young hunters mouth. As sleep claimed the young man, Dean leaned closer into his fathers hold, and fell asleep.

Bobby watched with small smirk at the action. He knew John was a decent enough father, but watching him comfort Dean, made him feel all warm and fuzzy. Balls, these kids are making me into a big softy, Bobby thought wearily.

TBC! Okay so get ready for some angst. Well as much angst as I can get out. Sam's going to wake up soon, and it probably won't be to Bobby! *wink* I'm evil I know, but I love hurting Sam, then having everyone take care of him! I hope you guys are liking Uncle Bobby in this fic.

THANK YOU so much to all of you that have reviewed! I truly appreciate it and love reading your reviews! You guys are so great and inspire me to keep writing! I hope to have at least another chapter out by new years so keep your eyes open for that!

-penelopegraceful