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Previously on Supernatural- Laying his head on Missouri's shoulder he closed his eyes and whispered, "I have to kill Lilith. She hurt *yawn* Dean…took him to Hell. Dean went to Hell and it's *yawn*, its alllll myyy faaulllt."
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"Oh baby, you can't blame yourself for that. What happened to Dean wasn't your fault." Missouri quietly said shaking her head at Dean when he attempted to interrupt. Sam needed to get the rest out before he fell asleep on them and she knew that wouldn't happen if Dean spoke up now.
"Yes, 't wasss. Everyt'ing wasss myyy faaulltt; Dean go*yawn*ing to Hell, fffirsst ssseal breakin', all of it." The sleepy boy mumbled. "Gotta kill Lil-Lilith, then heee ca' *yawn* be freeee."
"Sam honey, don't you mean both of you?" Missouri asked already knowing the answer. The only reply was a soft sucking noise; Sam was fast asleep thumb jammed in his mouth. Smiling sadly down at the little boy. "Guess that's it for now." The older lady thought. "I just hope it's enough to get them talking." The physic slowly stopped her rocking and walked up to a shell shocked Dean. "You okay?"
"I, I, didn't" Dean stammered staring down at his tiny brother. Reaching over he placed a shaky hand on Sam's mop of chestnut hair stroking it gently. Taking a deep breath he whispered, "How can he believe that?"
"That's something you're gonna have to ask Sam." Missouri told the older brother. "Just go easy on him when you do. Sam's in a bad place right now. He feels like he's caught between a rock and a hard place; like no matter what he does, he's going to be in the wrong. It wouldn't take much to push Sam over the edge and set him on a path that will doom us all."
"Geez, aren't you all rainbows and sunshine" Joshua grumbled.
"Josh, not now" Bobby warned.
"That's alright, Bobby" Missouri said giving the old hunter a wink. "We'll just see how full of rainbows and sunshine he is after he sees what happened to his truck."
"What?!" Joshua hollered before dashing out of the room and up the stairs.
"What did you do?" Dean inquired with a laugh.
"Little, old me?" Missouri asked putting her free hand to her chest in mock surprise and giving the two hunters her most innocent look. "Why I didn't do a thing! Honestly, I cannot be blamed if a couple of packages of hamburger meat somehow busted in the back of his truck and the tailgate just happened to be let down. And I certainly don't know anything about the Mr. Singer's dogs getting loose. The only thing I did was open the man's truck door so that old ham bone didn't stink up the cab."
"You didn't?!" Bobby chuckled.
"Serves him right for sending that weirdo to my doorstep." Missouri explained. "I almost never got rid of that nutcase." Turning back to Dean the older woman carefully placed Sam in his arms. "Here you go, child. I think it's past time for you to put this little guy to bed. Make sure you change him first though. Someone gave him way too much water."
"Great" Dean sighed. Walking over to their mattress he gently laid his brother on top of the blankets before grabbing Sam's bag. Pulling out a Pull Up, a clean pair of pajama pants, a package of Wet Ones and other supplies the older Winchester set them on the mattress next to Sam. Sitting on the floor Dean expertly changed his little brother and placed him under the covers without disturbing the sleeping boy once. He tossed the soiled clothing to Bobby and then crawled onto the mattress beside his brother. Wrapping an arm around Sammy Dean snuggled him to his side, pulled the blankets up to the little boy's chin, and closed his eyes. He had a lot to think about before Sam woke up tomorrow.
Bobby walked back into the room to find both Winchesters sleeping. Smiling at the peaceful picture he quietly crept over to where Missouri was standing watching over John's boys. "How about some tea?" he whispered.
"I thought you'd never ask" Missouri replied. Taking the older man's arm she walked out the panic room door and up the winding staircase. Once in the kitchen she took a seat at the table that time forgot and patiently waited for Bobby to ask the question she knew was on his mind. When he hadn't asked by the time the water was heated and poured into cups, she looked over at him and said, "Are you gonna ask me already or are you waiting for an engraved invitation?"
"That obvious, huh?" Bobby replied. Taking his greasy old cap off his head he ran a hand through his thinning hair before replacing the cap and asking, "How did you know to come?"
"I guess you could say I was sent here on a mission." Missouri stated toying with her tea bag. "I was sitting on my couch yesterday watching my soap opera while I waited for my next client when my TV picture suddenly went all statically and it got cold. I like to have had a heart attack when John Winchester himself popped up in front of me."
"Johnny?" Bobby whispered.
"Yes, he said he couldn't stay long but that his boys were in trouble and they needed my help." Missouri relayed. "He said they'd be here with you and for me to get here before it was too late. So I packed a few things and drove like a bat outta Hell to get here. Oh, and he also said to tell you to take care of his boys or he'll be back to haunt your ass."
"John said th…wait you cussed." Bobby pointed out.
"And" Missouri challenged. "What, you think cause I'm a lady I should be speaking all proper and sitting on a porch sipping tea and eating cheese cake? Do I look like a Golden Girl to you?"
"No ma'am" Bobby answered. "It's just I never heard you curse before and you always threaten to whomp Dean with a spoon if he cusses."
"That's only when he's cussing at me." Missouri corrected carrying her empty cup to the sink. "Besides, somebody's gotta keep that boy straight. Now, I don't know about you but I'm plum tuckered out. You want to show me where I'll be sleeping. And don't even think about taking me back to that horrible room and showing me a mattress on the floor. At my age if I managed to get myself down there, it'd take a crane to get me back up in the morning."
"Well in that case" Bobby said grinning, "you can take my room for the night. It's the last door on the right. Just make sure you lock the door. I have a feeling Josh isn't going to be too happy with you by the time he gets my dogs away from his truck."
"He comes in that room unannounced and I'll whack him with my spoon." Missouri good-naturedly threatened as she headed toward the living room.
Shaking his head Bobby walked over and set his mug in the sink before turning out the light and walking out the door to head to sleep himself. He had a feeling tomorrow was gonna be a long day.
The next morning
Sam awoke to the feeling of something in his mouth. Thinking Dean was playing another one of his infamous pranks he slowly opened one eye and looked down. "Oh crap! I'm doing it again!" Sam thought as he yanked his thumb out of his mouth. "I am so never gonna live this down." Wiping his slobber covered thumb off on his pajama shirt the youngster noticed that his shirt and pants didn't match which meant…"Oh God, kill me now" he muttered blushing at just the thought of one of the guys changing him again. Running a hand through his hair Sam pushed that image way in the back of his mind and concentrated instead on doing a quick self assessment. He could tell he still had a fever but just a slight one and luckily that seemed to be the only problem today. His stomach and head were both pain free and his ankle didn't hurt at all either. Smiling he sat up in the bed and glanced around.
Finding himself alone in the room sent a shiver up his spine. He hadn't been left alone since Castiel had made him a kid. Wondering where everyone was Sammy threw the blankets off his legs and stood up being careful of his injured ankle.
"Just where do you think you're going?" Dean barked as he entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Get your butt back in bed."
"But Dean, I feel fine" Sam protested swiftly turning around when his big brother dropped the towel before grabbing his clothes. "Really"
"Uh huh, sure you do" Dean replied pulling on his shirt. "That's why you were up half the night puking."
"No, I was up puking last night cause you guys fed me chili." Sam grumbled. "But my stomach's fine now. Guess I got everything out of my system already."
"You still have a bum ankle, Sam" Dean pointed out. Sitting on the mattress beside his little brother he pulled on his socks and boots.
"That's okay. I've got my four wheeler." Sam reminded Dean with a dimpled grin. "I can ride it."
"Nope, Doc Isaac said you had to stay in bed." Dean informed the little boy.
"But I'm okay Dean" Sam argued. "I wanna go ride for a while."
"And run into another ditch. No way Sammy" Dean adamantly stated. "I'm repo-ing your ride."
"What?!" Sammy hollered. "But Dean…"
"Don't 'but Dean' me" Dean scolded. "Dr. Isaac said you have to stay in bed and that's just what you're gonna do whether you like it or not. Besides, you and I have something very important to do and I think this is the best place to do it."
"Fine" Sam pouted poking out his bottom lip and crossing his tiny arms. "What is it that's so important?"
"Sam" Dean began looking his little brother in the eye. "We've gotta talk."