Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Kripke and the CW. I own nothing.
AN- Sorry about the long wait (again). I've been out of town since Friday night. I had to take my niece down to Florida for a job interview. Hopefully, she'll get a position and get back on her feet.
Previously on Supernatural-"Yes sir" Dean replied shoving a spoonful of casserole into his mouth. He'd needed all the energy he could get for the conversation he would have to have with Sam. He just hoped he'd be able to get through to his brother.
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Dean licked all traces of cake off his fork as he pushed himself away from the table. "Bobby, that was, was…Man I can't even think of the right word to describe just how awesome that ice cream cake was!" Dean exclaimed patting his stomach contentedly. "You should open a store and sell'em! You'd make a fortune!"
"Nah" Bobby replied. "I got no desire to stand in a hot kitchen all day and cook. Not to mention I'd rather face a werewolf barehanded than deal with some soccer mom that's trying to plan the perfect birthday party for her spoiled brat of a kid."
"Aww well. Their loss is my gain." Dean quipped. Taking a gulp of his tea he grimaced. "I can't wait to have that talk with Sammy. This stuff's gross."
"About that, Dean, I think you should wait until tonight to talk to him." Bobby stated raising his hand to stop the boy from protesting. "Now I know you wanna get things settled with Sam but we need to get some food to stay in him before you go upsetting him again. What say, we get him to eat lunch and supper and then you have your talk?"
"Okay" Dean agreed after a moment's thought. "I don't like it but you're right. The kid's gotta start eating and keeping it down soon or you'll be helping Josh while I'm stuck at the hospital with Sam."
"Yeah, we definitely don't want that." Bobby said thinking about his and Josh's plan. Standing he walked over to the sink and refilled his glass. "Now that that's settled, why don't you go out and stretch your legs while I clean things up? And get yourself a cup of coffee while you're at it. You've got a long drive ahead of you and I don't want you falling asleep at the wheel."
"Alright" Dean replied as he stood and headed to the door. "Want me to bring you anything?"
"No, I'll go get me a cup when you come back." Bobby called over the clank of dishes. He watched the younger man leave before turning back to the task at hand.
Bobby finished the dishes and carefully put them away. Bending down he opened the bottom left kitchen cabinet. Glancing through the DVD collection he picked out a couple reading the backs of both. Discarding the two he went through the stack once again choosing two more possible candidates. He only had to read the first two sentences of one video before he tossed it back in the pile. Turning the other movie over the old hunter read the summary and smiled. It was perfect. Setting it on top for easy reach he closed the cabinet door and stood glancing over to the door as it opened and Dean bounded inside. "Looks like you found the coffee." He teased.
"Oh yeah" Dean grinned.
"Must have been some cup of coffee" Bobby muttered shaking his head.
"It was okay" Dean stated, "but the waitress, Cindy, wow. She had these really big…"
"Got it, Dean" Bobby interrupted hurrying to the door. "No need to tell me more. Think I'll go walk around a little and stretch my legs. Call me after Sam's up and fed."
"Okay Bobby. If you go inside, make sure you tell Cindy thanks for me. She was…" Dean broke off chuckling as Bobby practically ran out the RV door. "Man, he's easier to wind up than Sammy." Dean mumbled as he walked into the tiny bedroom area and took a seat on the bed beside his sibling. Placing a hand on his brother's shoulder Dean gently shook him. "Sammy, Sammy time to wake up, kiddo." He called smiling as Sam slowly opened his eyes and stared up at him.
"We there?" Sam asked with a yawn.
"No, we're still at the rest stop." Dean told the younger man. "Bobby and I thought you might want to eat a little something. What do you think? Wanna try some casserole?"
"Yeah, that sounds good." Sam agreed. With Dean's help he got out of bed and slowly made his way to the table. Dropping into the closest bench seat he sat back and watched as his big brother warmed up a plate of food and set it in front of him. "Thanks Dean" he said as he reached for his spoon frowning as his brother snatched it.
"No touching" Dean gleefully reminded Sam. Scooping up a small spoonful he blew on it before holding it out to his little brother. "Come on kiddo. Down the hatch." He prodded.
Rolling his eyes Sam obediently opened his mouth.
Bobby trudged through the door later to find Sam finishing off his desert. Smiling he went over to the counter and retrieved the boy's prescription bottles. "Looks like you're feeling better, Sam" the older man said as he set the bottles on the table.
"Yeah, I am" Sam replied. Gazing down at the small brown bottles he sighed. He really didn't want to go back to sleep. Glancing up at his big brother he broke out his best puppy dog look. "Uh, Dean do I really have to take the pain pill now?" he asked. "My hands don't even hurt."
"I don't know, Sam" Dean answered. "The doc said you need to take them, remember?"
"I know and I will." Sam told his brother. "But not right now. Please? I'm tired of sleeping all the time."
Seeing an argument brewing Bobby stepped in. "How about a compromise? Dean and I won't make you take the pain pill now but you tell us when you start hurting. Okay, Sam?"
"Sounds good to me" Sam replied with a dimpled grin.
"Yeah, okay" Dean hesitantly agreed. "But you better tell me the second you feel any pain."
"I will, Dean" Sam assured his sibling.
"Great, now let's hit the road. Josh is waiting." Bobby said leading Sam to the sofa behind the driver's seat. "Have a seat, kid. You and I are gonna watch a movie while your brother drives."
"Cool. What're we watching?" Sam asked as he leaned back against the couch.
"You'll see" Bobby told him. Bending down he picked up the DVD case he had already selected from the cabinet. Popping open the case he carefully pulled the DVD out and tossing the case back in the cabinet shut the door. Going over to the DVD player he pushed it in, snatched up the remote, and then went back to the sofa. Taking a seat Bobby pressed a button on the remote.
Sam eagerly stared at the TV screen wondering which of Bobby's favorites they'd be watching. His mouth dropped open and his eyebrows disappeared under his mop of chestnut hair as a peaceful ocean scene came on the screen. "Lilo and Stitch, Bobby?" he muttered. "Seriously?"
"Something wrong, Sam?" Bobby casually inquired. "I seem to remember a certain little boy begging to watch Disney cartoons over and over. You telling me you outgrew watching'em?"
"Yes, I mean no" Sam corrected hearing his big brother clear his throat.
"Good, then shut your yapping and watch the movie." Bobby ordered grinning. Watching the cartoon brought back a lot of memories for the older man. He remembered many shouting matches that ended in slammed doors just like the movie. Course it was usually Sam and John going at it instead of the brothers but they had had their share of arguments, too. The fighting scene between the two little girls was also something he'd witnessed on more than one occasion. Young Dean had never allowed anyone to say anything derogatory about a member of his family. And then there was that little Stitch character. That creature reminded him of both boys. It was extremely smart and had a big heart like Sam. But it was a warrior and a lovable goof ball like Dean. Feeling Sam shift next to him broke through his thoughts. Glancing at the younger man he asked, "You okay, Sam?"
"Think I need that pain pill now." Sam quietly confessed.
Reaching over to the counter Bobby grabbed the needed medicine and a glass of water. "Here you go, kiddo." He said as he helped the younger man take the pill. Placing the glass and bottle on the counter Bobby picked up the smaller remote. "Let's get you a little more comfortable." He added. Bobby leaned back and pressed a button on the remote chuckling at Sam's gasp as the bottom of the sofa lifted up. "Pretty cool, huh?"
"Yeah" Sam whispered scooting down on the couch and resting his head on the back.
Satisfied that his charge was alright Bobby turned his attention back to the movie. Watching the little girl and alien run around wreaking havoc everywhere they went was like watching a young Sam and Dean. They meant well but things always seemed to blow up in their faces. The youngins had been a two boy wreaking crew in their day. Heck most of the gray hair on his head was because of the two idgits. But they were his and he wouldn't trade them for anyone. Sam's head dropping on his shoulder interrupted Bobby's musings and brought a smile to the older man's face. The kid wasn't going to last till the end of the film. He was just about gone. Keeping his shoulder still so as not to disturb the youngest Winchester Bobby picked up a magazine with his other hand and started flipping through it. Half way through the article he was reading he felt the younger man tense up. Worried he looked over to see the trembling boy staring at the TV screen in fear. Glancing over Bobby was shocked by the action on the screen. "What the hell is CPS doing in a Disney film?" he angrily thought. Flipping the movie off he reached over and rubbed Sam's back. "You okay, Sam?" he asked.
Sam shivered as he gazed over at his friend. "Y-yeah" he stammered wrapping his arms around himself. "It just brought back some bad memories, you know?"
"Yes I do" Bobby replied. Standing he walked over to the cabinet and pulled out another video. Popping the DVD out of the player he tossed it aside before putting a new one in its place. "Let's try this again" he said as he took a seat next to the littlest Winchester and hit the button on the remote. Bobby and Sam both relaxed as the old black and white cowboy movie started playing.
Dean listened to the old western saying all of John Wayne's lines as he drove down the lonely highway. "The Shootist" had always been one of his favorites. Hearing the ending music play as the credits rolled he reached for the radio stopping as he noticed that Bobby hadn't turned off the movie. Glancing up at the rearview mirror Dean had to bite his lip to keep from laughing out loud. Putting on his blinkers he carefully steered the huge vehicle to the side of the road and grabbed his phone. Setting the gear in park he swiveled his seat around and quickly snapped a picture of his two family members sleeping, Sam with his head on Bobby's shoulder and Bobby with his head resting on Sam's. Saving the picture and setting the camera aside Dean tiptoed to the bedroom and grabbed the comforter. Going to the sofa he tenderly spread the blanket over the two sleeping men before going back to his seat. "Night guys" he whispered as he put the RV in drive and pulled onto the road once more.
