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Can't wait for next Fridays ep~ the see-age of Bobby! Epic! Oh, yeah I was typing my I don't own one little hair on their adorable heads… Just enjoying the sandbox time even if I have to raid to get it!

NOTE#1: Read Chapter 8 of Junkyard Dogs by LeighAnn Wallace. Worth the wait! I loved it! (Remember that was her version of our summer challenge)

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Chapter 25

"John. I think that I have an idea." Bobby said after a few minutes.

John sat down on the edge of a chair as he waited on Bobby to continue.

"Are you staying in the business?" Bobby asked as he chewed on his lower lip.

"Hadn't really thought about it. I promised Dean I was done after the demon was dead." John told him honestly.

"Well, I'm thinking of moving to Palo Alto for a few years and taking Sam with us." Bobby finally spoke aloud what he'd been thinking about for awhile.

"What? Why?" John asked, as he felt himself panic as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Well, Dean has got a full ride to college there but he won't go with everything that's happened." Bobby told him bluntly.

"Okay…" John drew the word out, not realizing where the conversation was going.

"I think he'll change his mind if Sam and I go too. At least I'm hoping he will." Bobby told him just as honest as John had been earlier.

"Oh." John said quietly feeling kinda of deflated, this was not going like he'd planned.

"Would you consider staying at the house and running the business?" Bobby asked hesitantly.

"The yard?" John was shocked, he'd thought this was Bobby's way of quietly kicking him back out of their lives. But now he was dragging him into the middle of everything… sort of.

"Yeah, I mean you use to own a garage…" Bobby struggled to get out what he wanted to say.

"I… um…" John started as he moved nervously, suddenly feeling uncomfortable as he started speaking again, "let me think about it?"

"Sure… John it's just an idea. I don't know if the boys will even go for it." Bobby said with a shrug.

"I'll let ya know. I better go, Sammy's moved a couple of times. I think it'd be better if I wasn't here when he wakes up." John said as he stood to leave.

"Yeah, ok. You leavin' for the night?" Bobby asked as he looked to see if Sammy was moving at the moment and then moved closer to John.

"I'll be in the lobby if you need anything." John told him quietly.

"Ok. Thanks, John. I appreciate you giving them the space to adjust." Bobby said.

John smiled rather sadly at him as he nodded and walked out. Bobby followed and watched him walk down the hall. So much had happened and they were all still adjusting, even John.

Bobby was feeling kinda foolish, wishing he'd talked to the boys first before discussing it with John, but it was already water under the bridge. He'd already spilt his big plan to John. He walked back into the room and over to the window to stare out it, not really focusing on anything.

He'd only been in the room a few minutes by himself with his sons when Sammy started to moan out, no… please… stop.

Bobby was moving to grab Sammy's hand and told him soothingly, "It's okay, buddy. I gotcha."

Sammy opened his eyes and blinked as he tried to locate his big brother. "D?" he whispered.

"Sleeping." Bobby told him, no he didn't feel guilty it was technically the truth.

"Oh… K." Sammy sighed out as his eyes started to close once again. His eyes suddenly shot open as he sat straight up and screamed, "Dean!"

Bobby jumped and reached for his youngest as he told him, "Sammy…" He pulled him into a hug as he said again, "Sammy' it's okay. I gotcha and Dean's here too. I promise…"

Sammy leaned his forehead into his father's shoulder and sobbed. He let his father rock him back and forth as he bawled like a baby.

A good ten minutes later Sammy had finally stopped and he lay still in his father's arms barely breathing. Suddenly Bobby heard him whisper, "I tried so hard, dad."

"It's okay now, son." Bobby said gently.

"No… no it's not. I… he was right, dad. Fuck if he wasn't right… the bastard." Sammy snarled into his shoulder.

"What, Sammy? Who was right?" Bobby asked as he tried to lift Sammy up to look at him, but he resisted so Bobby pulled him back into a hug, rubbing circles on his back.

"I just wanted it to stop." He sighed out, barely audible.

"Son…" Bobby started but stopped when Sammy started to once again speak.

"Dad… I wanted the..." Sammy said a little louder as he sat up and pushed away until he could look his father in the eye. He still couldn't say it aloud though, not yet.

Bobby turned pale. The hell his son must have been put through to want to escape.

Sammy mistook the look on his face as disgust for his actions. He lowered his head in shame as he asked, "Please don't tell Dean."

"Sammy." Bobby said softly.

Sammy kept his gaze fastened on his dad's collar.

"Sammy... We aren't going to suddenly stop loving you boy. You should know better." Bobby said in a level, calm and he hoped soothing voice as he smiled lovingly at his son, "I love you, son."

"Dad. I don't want you to be disappointed in me. I don't want…" He said softly as he looked past him to Dean on the other bed as his voice faded to nothing.

"Sammy?" Bobby called out softly, giving him a slight shake.

Sammy started shaking and tried to get off the bed past Bobby.

"Samuel Robert Singer." Bobby said sternly as he put his hand on Sam's arm to stop him.

Sammy looked down at the hand on his arm and followed it up until he was staring at his dad.

"Samuel, he's just sleeping. I promise. The surgery went well." His dad stated as he tried to reassure him.

"Well, pinch him or something so he will wake up. I need to see him awake… I need to talk to him. He needs to know I'm sorry and I love him." Sammy said in a rush as a tear slide down his cheek his gaze slide once again past him to his silent brother.

Bobby laughed, startling Sammy's gaze back to him. Bobby quickly explained, "When he came up from surgery, he was awake and wanted me to pinch you so he could see you awake and apologize to you."

Sammy smiled as he slid past his dad to take a step toward his brother. Turning back he asked, "We're going to make it…"

Bobby smiled as he agreed with his youngest, "Yeah, as long as we're together we'll be just fine."

"Ok." Sam said with a nod and turned back towards his brother.

Sam waited all day for Dean to wake up and still he slept on.

"Sammy, you need to rest." Bobby said wearily as he watched his son as he sat beside Dean's bed.

"And Dean needs to wake up." Sammy said just as wearily.

Bobby smiled sadly at him as he stood. "I'm gonna stretch my legs and get me some coffee. Want anything?"

"My brother to wake his lazy ass up." Then he sighed as he said, "Coffee, please. Lots of cream and sugar."

"Of course." Bobby smiled, mussing up his hair as he passed. Stopping at the door he turned and said, "You going to be okay while I'm gone?"

"Dad…" Sam said in an almost whine and then he sighed, "Dean's right here. He won't let anything happen to me."

"Dean's asleep." Bobby commented as he hesitated by the door.

"Yeah, but if I need him, he'll wake up. It's okay… I'll take care of him." Sammy said as he glanced down at Dean.

Bobby gave a slight nod and left the room with every intention of breaking every record in getting back to his boys.

TBC