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Chapter 2 - Fire, fire everywhere!

"Why don't you start by telling me why you're in a damn wheelchair?" Dean growls out in frustration. The other 2 men were not being all that free with their information.

Tired, pinched hazel eyes look down at their owners hands, that have started to tremble with growing pain and look up into the concerned eyes of his adoptive father and says "Ahh Pa I think it's time..."

Bobby gets up straight away and pours out a glass of water from the tap and then grabs the pain meds from the counter and dishes out the required dosage into his hand. Bobby looks at the clock on the wall and curses when he realises that Sam is way past due next dose, then walks back to his side, "Just breath through it, take deep breathes, these will kick in soon" he says softly, handing the young man the pills and the water while rubbing his back in a slow comforting motion that seems practiced and familiar.

Dean watches the interaction with a mixture of concern for his brother and jealousy that it's wasn't him offering the comfort that Bobby was showing his little brother "What's wrong?"

Bobby looks to Sam to see if he was ok with him answering and says "He's still on a pretty heavy pain relief regime, if we leave it too long, it really knocks him around"

Dean's interest has been peaked again in what exactly happened to Sam to put him in the wheelchair that he was now sitting " Ah, so are either of you going to fill me in to what happened?"

After few beats of silence and a look between his brother and the older hunter, Bobby clears his throat and sits down across from Dean "To cut a really long story short, Sam jumped out of a burning building and when he jumped, he landed really hard on his back, bruised his spine up something bad, he's still in physical therapy but it's a really slow process and with.." Bobby clears his throat " anyway the point is, Sam is stuck in this wheel chair until his back is healed up"

" and what's the long story?"

"Are you sure you want to hear all this?"

" Look, I know I've been avoiding Sam like the plague but he is still my brother"

"Oh you remember that now do you? Even after your Daddy threw him out?"

"Hey, Sam didn't give much of a choice..."

" ...and you weren't exactly on his side either, so don't you give me that!" Bobby's voice loud and gruff. "Just shut up!"

"Hey, Ah guys, do you mind keeping it down?" Sam asks while clutching at his head and slamming his eyes shut. Bobby is on his feet again, scooping Sam out of his wheel chair and rushes to the guest bedroom, Dean rises to his feet and is hot on his heals, Bobby turns around quickly and says in a stressed whisper "Just, stay here for a minute"

Dean is left bewildered and seriously considering going against the older mans wishes, but stays where he is and watches Bobby walk into the bedroom and listens to the soft murmuring coming form the dark room. After a minute Bobby walks out and closes the door softly and goes to retake his seat at the coach "Do you want to hear this story or not?"

Dean sits back down and leans back; he is getting the impression that this story isn't a short one.

"Sam called me when he was on that bus on his way to Stanford, he told me everything that had happened, he was so mixed up about it, I think all he really needed was someone to listen to him, to listen to all the fears he had, how much he was going to miss you and how he wished that it hadn't turned out the way it had" Bobby looked Dean right in the eyes and said "He got so depressed, and so obsessed with studying, he had no life outside of his books, he aced every class, I thought he was going to... But then he met Jess, after 2 years of study, work, study and work, he finally met someone to dig him out of the whole he had dug himself into. They had a whirlwind romance, he proposed 6 months in, they got married and then she found out that..." He trails off into silence.

Dean sat their throughout Bobby's story, his head swirling with a mixture of emotions from the sadness that he had missed it all, he hadn't been there to help his little brother through his first few years on his own. Then a little anger that he had known nothing of it, that Sam hadn't thought to tell his own family about any of this. Finally he felt guilt that the reason his little brother didn't speak to him about his new life was because his dad had kicked him out and he hadn't lifted a finger to stop him.

"Did either of you try to contact me? I would love to have been invited to my own brothers wedding"

"Are you kidding me? With the way Sam left, he wanted to speak to you, he even wanted you to be his best man, we tried to call, we left messages but you were off the grid and we didn't know why" Sighing Bobby continued "After a while Sam gave up, as far as he was concerned, if your dad wanted him out of your family, then he was out"

Nodding his understanding but still a little hurt he asks, "when did he move in here with you?"

"I'm getting there, don't get your knickers in a bunch" Bobby looks over at the guest bedroom and tilts his head as if listening for movement, after a short beat, he looks back at Dean "After their honeymoon, they settled back into life at Stanford, studying and working, I got a early morning call with some news that just about blew my socks off... Jess was pregnant"

Dean's eyebrows go up in shock and growing dread, he looked over at the bedroom, hoping that this story isn't going where he feared it is.

"The pregnancy, was an extremely happy experience for them, Sam was so nervous about becoming a Dad, he me for some advice but as I've never had kids if my own, there wasn't much I could give. They named her Hope and she is the apple of her Daddy and her Grandpa's eyes" Bobby has a small smile growing on his lips as he talks about Deans niece who he didn't even know existed "unfortunately, their whole world ended when she celebrated her 6 month birthday…"

Now Dean suddenly sits up straight "What? Please don't tell me what I think you're about to tell me!"

Bobby takes a breath and after a beat "Sam, wasn't able to save Jess from the fire, he tried but it was just too hot, the flames too intense, so he grabbed Hope from her crib and ran but he had to jump from the 2nd floor landing, with Hope in his arms and with his happy, normal life burning into ash behind him..."

Sighing at the enormity of that statement he continues "Hope didn't have a scratch on her, but Sam was in a bad way, he bruised his spine and even though the doctors had told him that he had a very good chance of being able to walk again, he was dealing with a lot, the physical therapy is really taking it out if him, and he isn't getting the kind of results he thinks he should so he gets frustrated and I'm really worried he's going to slip back into depression"

"So ah" Dean clears his throat, as the emotion of the story of what had happened to his little brother clogs it, "does he know what caused the fire?"

"Oh yeah, it was the same thing that killed your mom, that yellow eyed SOB, and as much as Sam would love to go out there and track him down, he knows he can't. Not in his condition. He figured your dad would continue his search, he doesn't need a, in Sam's own words mind you, 'cripple' getting in his way"