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Chapter 3 - Replacement and Trust

About 30 minutes later Bobby hears the first signs of Hope waking up from her nap, so he jumps up hoping to get to her before she woke her overtaxed father. He walks slowly into the guest bedroom and looks toward the main bed, Sam looks to be still asleep, so he moves toward the crib with the now grumbly baby girl. He picks her up and soothes her by rubbing her back and whispers to her "Shhh baby girl shhh" and walks slowly out of the room.

Dean is standing just outside the room and when he sees the little pink bundle that is snuggled in Bobby's arms making unhappy noises, he takes a step back to allow him to come into the main room, closing the door after him. Dean watches as Bobby expertly places her on the change table that is across the room and starts to put a clean diaper on her. "So have you done that before?" He asks smirking at his friend who expertly cleans and changes the pink; frilly, girly baby in front if him.

With a laugh Bobby answers, "Yeah I've had the pleasure a few times."

"CCan I hold her when you're done?" Dean asks tentatively

"I'd rather you didn't" Sam says sleepily, coming out of the room in his wheelchair, rubbing a hand over his face.

"Hey, how're you feelin?" Bobby asks, looking at Sam to gage how he was at that moment, knowing that the young father was not always forthcoming with his pain. He looked over at Deans hurt face and shakes his head minutely to tell him not to question him.

"I've felt better and I've felt a lot worse too so, I'll live." Sam says pushing the metals rails of his wheel chair to move over to Bobby and takes his now redressed daughter from the older hunter as she starts to wiggle towards her dad, arms stretching out asking for him.

"Hello my baby girl! Are you feeling better after your nap?" Sam asks gently to the little girl who settles into his arms and sighs as if she is finally where she needed to be. He maneuvers towards Dean, stops right in front of him and turns her around so she can see him "Honey, this is Dean, Dean this is Hope Deana Winchester"

Dean's eyes flick to Sam's when he hears the middle name but they go straight back to Hope's as he smiles at her, looking into her blue green eyes he says "Hello Hope" he takes her hand when she stretches it out to him, her chubby fingers curl around 2 of his and grips them tightly. "I'm your uncle Dean" she makes a noise with her lips and brings his fingers to her mouth and promptly starts gnawing on them. Sam starts chuckling, then Bobby chimes in, leaving Dean to curl his lip in disgust and when she looks up at him with her daddy's patent puppy dog eyes he too starts to laugh softly, his hard exterior melting just a little to let her into his heart.

"I think she likes you" Bobby says

"What's not to like, I'm the cool uncle" Dean replies with a smile

"Well that remains to be seen" Sam states "I need to know that you're not going to break her heart when you leave again, that's why I didn't want you to hold her, she needs stability and to be secure enough to know that the people she loves will be there for her."

"I want to be there for her, isn't that enough for now"

"No, not really, ...look Dean don't get me wrong, I think it's great that you want to be in her life..."

"Not just her life Sammy"

"It's Sam, and you haven't earned the right to call me that again. You betrayed me when you didn't fight for me, when you said nothing when Dad kicked me out, how can I trust that you won't do the same to my daughter? I need to trust you and the fact that you're here now makes me want to trust you, but you have to earn it first" Sam finishes in a sigh, looking earnestly into Deans eyes and trying to convey the honesty of his words.

"What do I have to do to convince you?" Dean asks gently

"Well for one thing, you can tell me why you're here in the first place? Did you know I was here?"

"I didn't have a clue, but I needed Bobby's help, I heard about some demon signs in the area, I wasn't sure if Bobby was aware but they seemed to be converging in one place"

"And where's that?"

"Here"

"What? No please, don't tell me it's coming true?"

"What's coming true Sam?" Dean asks concerned for the young man, who looks on the verge of hyperventilating.

"Ah, well, you see Ah... I have these dreams, and Ah, sometimes they come true" he takes another deep breath, trying to calm down "I thought it was just stress at first, but now I'm not so sure, oh god" Sam hugs his daughter closer to his chest as she responds to his growing distress by making unhappy noises.

"Sam, are you sure you want to tell him all this?" Bobby asks in a conspiring whisper.

"He should know, ...if he's honest about wanting to be in our lives, this is our lives"

"The first time I dreamed about something and it came true, was when I dreamed about what happened to my wife, but at the time I thought it was the stress of work and studying and when it actually happened, I realized that I should have done something to stop it, but now with my injury I'm next to useless."

"Don't say that OK, you know it's not true, just give it time and it'll happen, maybe we shouldn't jump to any conclusions, it might not be what you think it is" Bobby says reassuringly.

Sam looks up at the clock and turns to Bobby, "We have to go, my appointment is at 2pm" sighing in resignation.

"What appointment?"

"Physical therapy but you don't need to come"

"I want to…"

"No please, stay here, I don't need to be distracted by you seeing me trying and failing to walk again"

"But maybe I can..."

"Dean please, stay here for now, maybe next time you can come along"

"Fine, I need to work on the impala anyway" he says dejectedly.

Sam turns his wheelchair and gives Hope to Bobby and moves back into his room and closes the door to change "Don't get too mad at him, he's just trying to get used to you again" Bobby says quietly

"I know, it just hurts that he won't even let me be there for him while he does his Physical Therapy, or even to hold my niece"

"You weren't here for a lot of stuff and that hurt him, so just give him time"

Sam reappears dressed in sweats and a t-shirt that shows off the bulging muscles in his arms "whoa there Rambo, what's with the big guns you have there?"

"I need strong arms to move around in this wheelchair, to lift myself onto the bed, the couch, even the toilet, if I don't want to burden Bobby with helping me with all that, then I have to learn to do it myself"

"Okay, OK, I was just saying, I know I've missed a lot and you've changed obviously, but you have to work with me here, I'm trying to get used to these changes too"

Sighing loudly Sam realized he's being too hard on his brother "Sorry Dean, I don't mean to take it all out on you, I'm just mad about this whole situation"

"I would be too, just take your time, I'll be here when you get back"

"Ok, let's go Pa" Sam says pushing off towards the front door and the car outside.

Dean notices the Pa comment and makes a note to ask about that later. His dad would not be too happy with Sam replacing him with Bobby, but considering their last conversation on that fateful night, could he really expect anything else. John had practically disowned his youngest son, he had been left with no one else to turn too, if Bobby was around to help fill the void, all Dean could really do was thank him for doing it when he wasn't.