I am going to finish this story here, but if there is anyone who thinks I should continue, please let me know via review and I will definitely think about continuing it.
Spoiler Alert: Season 2 is fair game
Bobby arrived at Sam and Dean's motel room the next morning just in time to see Dean rush into the bathroom. Shaking his head, he turned his attention to Sam.
"Want to go pick up some coffee and doughnuts?" Bobby asked, handing Sam a twenty-dollar bill. "My treat."
"Sure thing," Sam said, taking the money. He grabbed the keys to the Impala and left. Bobby sat down at the table and opened one of the books Sam had left there. The boys were working on a case, and Bobby decided he'd help them out while he was here dealing with Dean. He flipped the pages that chronicled demonology and focused on the lore surrounding the peculiar case. He stopped when he saw something highlighted in yellow in the middle of the book. The boys thought they were dealing with a Rakhasa.
"Heya Bobby," Dean said as he came out of the bathroom, breaking Bobby's trance. "What are you doin' here?"
"I came to make sure you were all right before I leave. I was in the middle of a hunt when your brother called me yesterday."
Dean went over to his duffel and took a bottle of ibuprofen from the side zipper. He threw three of them into his mouth and dropped the bottle back into his bag.
"Why'd he do that? We can handle our own hunts."
Bobby slammed the book shut and stood up as Dean rifled through his duffel for something else.
"Don't play games with me, boy. You know exactly what the hell I'm talking about." Bobby could tell his words had stung Dean a little bit when the young hunter's eyes fell back down to the duffel he was searching through. Finally Dean held up what he had been looking for: a shiny silver .45. With it he took out his cleaning kit and brought it over to the bed, and started to clean the weapon.
"Where's Sam?" Dean finally asked when he realized his brother wasn't around.
"Went to get coffee," Bobby said, reopening the book he was reading.
"Good, he'd better hurry back." Dean continued to clean his gun as Bobby silently flipped back to the page he'd left off on.
"So you think you've got a Rakhasa?" he asked.
"Yeah, Sam called Ellen and she told him where to look. Bastard won't live past today." Dean smiled and set down the .45, now immaculately clean. He set to work on the shotgun leaning on the nightstand next to his bed.
"You think you can handle it alone? Last time you boys hunted one of these things you almost got yourself killed."
"That one disguised himself as a knife-thrower, and the fact that he was invisible and chucking those things at us made it even harder."
"Point taken." Bobby went back to reading up on the Rakhasa, but couldn't stop thinking about the previous night's episode with Dean. He had to talk to him about it before Sam came back. The coffee run was supposed to keep Sam busy so Bobby could talk to Dean alone. Finally, he closed the book and looked over at the younger hunter, who was diligently cleaning a second shotgun.
"Last night you told me your father laid something on you the day he died. Something about your brother."
Dean looked up at Bobby as the words slipped from the older hunter's lips.
"That was the whiskey sour talking."
"I don't think it was. Tell me what's goin' on, Dean."
Dean set down the shotgun.
"My Dad told me I had to look after Sam. He said the demon has plans for Sam, and other children like him, and that I need to protect Sam from that sonovabitch."
Bobby sat there for a second, taking in Dean's words.
"Tell me something. Is walking into the woods in this craphole town and blowing your head off supposed to protect Sam? I'd bet that if you did that, he'd probably be wrecked for life, and that demon would probably kill him."
Dean gave it some thought. Bobby was absolutely right. Maybe it was the alcohol talking last night, or maybe it was him, but killing himself would, in turn, kill Sam too, and he couldn't kill his brother's soul. Not ever.
"Point taken. Now can we kill this sonovabitch please?"
Bobby nodded. "Can I trust you with a gun?"
"Does America trust Fort Knox?"
"Funny."
Sam returned with coffee and doughnuts, and the guys set to work on tracking down the Rakhasa. Bobby smiled to himself as John's boys drank coffee and worked on the case together. He knew they'd be fine, and after this hunt, Bobby would leave and finish the case he was in the middle of before Sam pulled him away. John's boys had always considered Bobby a lifeline in times of distress, and he hoped they'd continue to trust him when they needed an ally, especially for what was to come.
