Title: Reader's Special: Second Edition - One Shot Reward Fic Collection
Author: Disasteriffic Kaz
Info: A collection of 1 Shot Reward Fics for Prompters of my Reader's Special: Third Edition. Features many seasons, hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean/John/Bobby See each chapter for specific info for each 1 shot reward fic.
Author's Note: The Reader's Special: Third Edition was a smashing success! Prompters of the story were offered a One Shot Reward story of their choice. These are they. None of the chapters contained in this collection are connected. Each one is a stand-alone one shot per the Prompters request. Thank you to all of you who prompted the Reader's Special! You were fantastic as always!
Chapter Info: For missingmikey - How about one set after Sam got his soul back - Bobby is still not trusting him and he ignores research Sam did for a hunt and the guys have to save him for a change. Of course, I'd expect hurt Sam, awesome Dean and guilty Bobby.
A/N: I was rather looking forward to this one. :D Definitely had fun writing and I hope it's what you were looking for!
Beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678 :D– Friend and Muse's co-conspirator.
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Sam sat in Bobby's library and listened to his voice and Dean's in the kitchen. He sighed. The blatant distrust in Bobby's eyes every time he looked at him was tearing him apart. Oh, he knew on a purely clinical level, thanks to Castiel, why the older Hunter distrusted him now, but he couldn't remember trying to kill him, trying to cut out the heart of the man who passed for his father. He dropped his head into his hands and scrubbed at his eyes. Sam couldn't even begin to figure out how to fix things between them, but he needed to. He needed to see love in Bobby's eyes again rather than watching him pull away from even being near him.
"Shit." Sam said softly.
"You say something, Sammy?" Dean asked as he came in and frowned when his brother jerked up and ran a hand over his face before smiling.
"No. Just, uh…wishing you'd listen to me." Sam looked up at Bobby as he came in behind Dean and tried not to flinch at the look in his eyes. "Bobby, let us come with you. I'm right about this. I am." Sam's voice held a pleading tone that was laced with worry.
"For the last time, Sam. You're not." Bobby rolled his eyes. They'd been having this argument for two days about how to kill a Lamia that was wreaking some havoc in a small town a day away. They didn't agree on when exactly the monthly equinox was, and that was the only time they were vulnerable. Any other time of month and they were immortal. "It's tonight."
"No. It's tomorrow night." Sam stood and grabbed the pile of his research. He held it out to Bobby, but the man waved a hand at it. Sam shook his head. "Fine, just…take Dean with you at least, Bobby. Come on."
"I been doin' this since before you were born. I think I can handle it, Sam. Thanks." Bobby growled at him and turned to look at Dean. "I'll be back tomorrow."
"Bobby." Dean called as the older man stalked out of the house and threw his hands up in the air in surrender before looking over at his brother. The look on Sam's face was eloquent of pain for just a moment before he smoothed it away again. "He'll be fine, Sam."
Sam shrugged. "Yeah. I just…Dean, I'm right. I know I am."
Dean watched him hang his head as he went upstairs and groaned. "Why do I always get stuck playin' monkey in the middle with family?"
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Bobby eased down the dimly lit tunnel with the iron knife held at his side. He could hear breathing echoing in the emptiness and the occasional brush of scales over stone. She was down here; he was sure of that. She'd drained several of the townsfolk, turning their bodies out into the forest days later and had mesmerized two more into trying to kill him as soon as he found the tunnels.
"Come on, you bitch," Bobby whispered and looked carefully around a corner. There was no sign of her in the small chamber at the end of the tunnel, but he could see a body curled on the floor. "Damn." He checked his watch and smiled. The moon had risen an hour ago; she was vulnerable. Bobby hefted the blade and started down the hall toward the body. He knelt beside it and checked for a pulse; finding none on the poor man.
A low hiss filled the chamber and Bobby jumped to his feet and spun. The lamia slithered in behind him. Her upper body was that of a beautiful woman with long, flowing black hair around her shoulders and obscuring small breasts, and a forked tongue flicked out over ruby red lips below dark eyes. Below her breasts, her body changed to that of a serpent with six feet of tail moving sinuously across the floor as she moved.
Bobby adjusted his grip on the knife and charged before she had time to register the move. He knocked her arm aside and drove the blade into her chest. Bobby grunted as her tail whipped around while she screamed and knocked him across the room. He hit the wall and slid to the floor, shook his head, and looked up, staring as he suddenly got a very bad feeling.
"Too…bad…human," The lamia's voice hissed as she pulled the iron blade from her breast and tossed it aside with a clatter.
Bobby watched her nearing and knew with sudden clarity that Sam had been right, and if he'd had brain one in his fool head, he would have listened. When it came to research, the kid was rarely, if ever, wrong. "Balls."
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Sam paced in the kitchen and tried Bobby's phone again. He'd been up all night worried about him. He knew he was right no matter how many times Bobby had tried to convince him he was wrong. He was going after the lamia on the wrong night, and now he couldn't get the man to answer his phone.
"Sam?" Dean came into the kitchen, rubbing sleep from his eyes and then narrowed them. "How come you got my phone?"
Sam tossed it to him and leaned against the counter. "Figured there was a better chance of him answering yours than mine."
"Dude." Dean slipped his phone into his pocket and looked at his watch. "He's not answering?"
"No." Sam stood up again. "Dean, we have to go after him. Please. I know I'm right about the date, and if I am, then he's in trouble."
"Alright." Dean waved an arm out the door. "Go get our crap and let's shag ass." He rolled his eyes as Sam went past at a run and clapped him on the shoulder. In truth, he was worried as well. Bobby had been…less than clear-headed lately when it came to Sam, and it looked like this time it was going to bite him in the ass. He closed his eyes. He only hoped Bobby would live to learn from it. "Move it, Sam!"
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Dean climbed down the hillside, sliding the last few feet to the bottom and looked over as Sam came to rest beside him. "You sure the entrance is here?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah. It's on Bobby's map of the area." He took out a flashlight and an iron blade. "Remember, we can't actually kill her until tomorrow night, so just…get away if you find her."
"Can't kill her but I can hurt her." Dean grinned and hefted his own blade. "She's done anything to Bobby, and I'm gonna make sure she knows that."
"Yeah, well, don't get stupid." Sam told him and smiled. "And don't get bit. Paralytic poison, and we already know she likes to drink." He shone his light at the base of the hill and nodded. "There's the entrance."
"Let's go." Dean led the way and flicked on his own light.
"You'd think she'd be wait…" Sam grunted as something slammed into his back and took him to the ground face first.
"Sam!" Dean spun and snarled at the man plastered to his brother's back with an arm around his neck, and then had to duck as a second man ran from the tunnel entrance and came at him with a knife.
Sam managed to turn and slammed his elbow back into his attacker's face with a satisfying crunch. The arm around his throat loosened and he rolled clear. He swept the man's legs when he tried to stand and landed a heavy punch to the side of his head. The man slumped sideways unconscious, and Sam let him fall, turning to his brother. "Dean?"
Dean landed a kick in the gut of his attacker, doubling him over and then slammed the hilt of his knife into the back of his head and knocked him cold to the ground. "Son of a bitch." He wiped blood from his mouth and looked over at Sam. "You alright?"
"Yeah." Sam nodded and bent to look at the man he'd taken down. He pulled back an eyelid and sighed. "Mesmerized." The eye was bloodshot and the pupil blown wide. As he watched the iris reappeared and the blood drew away out of sight. "Recent too. That's good."
"How is that good?" Dean went over to the tunnel and aimed his light inside.
Sam went to the other man and checked, finding the same. "Takes a lot of power to do this. They'll be fine when they wake up." Sam glanced up and smiled. "She won't have the energy to do this again for a few days probably." He rose and then knelt back down. "Oh, no."
"What?" Dean watched Sam rise to his feet and hold out another iron knife.
"This is Bobby's. She has him," Sam said it softly and slid the knife into his belt. "We have to hurry. He won't last more than a day or two with her feeding on him."
"We'll find him." Dean growled and started into the tunnel. His tone of voice said clearly that he wouldn't allow it to be any other way.
They followed the tunnel in, senses alert for any untoward sound, and soon reached a point where it split in two branches. Sam nodded to the left and started off.
"Don't get dead," Dean hissed and went right. He'd be lying if he said splitting up didn't make him nervous. Sam was a hell of a Hunter, but they'd already lost Bobby down here. He didn't want to add Sam to the list. He swallowed his nerves and kept moving, trusting in Sam to take care of himself.
Sam eased down the tunnel and hastily clicked off his flashlight when he saw footprints and a wide trail that had to be from the lamia in the dust on the floor. He backed into a small alcove and peered around a corner. At the end of the dimly lit hall was a small chamber, and a body lay on the floor in the center. Sam swallowed and moved softly into the hall and into the room. He turned his light back on and sucked in a breath realizing the body was Bobby's.
"No," Sam breathed and dropped to his knees. He took the man's shoulder and rolled him over to his back. "Bobby?" He gasped as Bobby's eyes flew open to reveal the bloodshot eyes and blown pupils of a mesmerized man. The older Hunter reared up, closing his hands around Sam's throat and took him to the floor.
"Gah! Bobby!" Sam grunted and gasped as Bobby's weight settled on his throat, but there was no one home in his eyes. Sam let the iron blade clatter to the floor and drove his fist up into Bobby's face instead with a silent apology. The older Hunter's head rocked back, and Sam hit him again, knocking Bobby off onto the floor in an unconscious heap. Sam rolled to his side and gasped for air with a hand over his neck. He coughed around the sadly familiar feeling of being strangled and got to his knees. "Bobby?" His voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. He coughed trying to clear it and crawled over to him.
A low hiss suddenly filled the room. Sam rolled to his side and found the lamia bending over him. A powerful hand took him by the shoulder and pulled him up until just his toes were brushing the floor and she held him in front of her face. Her other arm closed around him and pulled him into her chest with a crushing hold that squeezed the breath out of him. He watched her open her mouth, forked tongue flicking out to taste the side of his face and then she bent to his other shoulder. Sam tried to get his free arm between them to Bobby's knife but she held him too close and he let out a strangled cry as her teeth tore into his right shoulder. Pain burned through him and then numbness came behind it as his eyes rolled back and he passed out.
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Bobby groaned and rolled to his back. "Balls." He breathed and raised a hand to his aching head. His face felt like someone had slammed him into a wall. He blinked his eyes open and stared at a dim light high above. He pushed up onto his elbows and jerked aside at a low moan. "What?" He pushed up and froze as his feet knocked against a broad back. "Hello?" Bobby bent over him and took hold of the man's shoulder, rolling him to his back and fear squeezed his heart. "Sam? Oh, no, no, no. Dammit, kid."
He rolled Sam up into his lap and hissed in a breath as he felt the blood on his right shoulder. Bobby pulled the shoulder of Sam's jacket aside and groaned; the lamia had been feeding. "Sam?" Guilt welled up to choke him as he used Sam's own shirt to press into the wounds and stop the bleeding. "Should'a listened to you. What the hell are you even doin' here?"
The last thing Bobby remembered was the lamia grabbing him and staring into his eyes. He shook his head and wished his face didn't ache. He looked back down at Sam and sighed. "I'm sorry, son." Bobby pulled him closer, letting his head roll into his chest and suffered for him. "I'm a stupid old man," He whispered and knew Sam was here because of him…for him. The boy had thrown himself in harm's way to save a foolish old Hunter who'd ignored his research.
"I know it…it wasn't you. I know that." Bobby spoke softly, hoping the sound of his voice might pull Sam back. "I can't help that I still see your face, son, standin' over me with that damn knife ready to…" He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Sam, you gotta wake up and tell me what an idiot I am." He glanced up at the hole above them and back down with a rueful smile. "Preferably before that brother of yours finds us and blames me for you bleedin' all over the place." Bobby sighed. "And he'd be right. C'mon, son. Gimme somethin' here."
Sam moaned softly as if hearing him and trying to obey.
"Sam? That's it. Wake up." Bobby propped his head up a little higher against his chest and brushed the hair out of Sam's eyes. "Sam." He said it firmly and smiled with relief when Sam's eyes fluttered slowly open to look up at him. "'Bout time you decided nap time was over, idjit."
Sam stared, confused for a moment and then memory came and with it the pain in his shoulder. "Shit." He gasped and tried to curl instinctively around the pain but Bobby held him firmly, pressing down over the wounds.
"Easy, son. Easy." Bobby shook his head. "Don't know why she didn't take a bite outta me instead."
"Mes…mesmerized you," Sam told him and coughed, raising his left hand to his throat that felt too thick and tight and ached. He squinted up at Bobby and the bruises on the left side of his face. "Sorry…had to."
"Had to what?" Bobby raised a hand to his face and then pulled Sam's hand away to look at the kid's neck and swallowed hard. Sam had clearly been strangled, and he had a sinking feeling he knew whose handprints those were bruising in a ring around his neck. "Aw, hell, son."
Sam shook his head and closed his eyes, coughing again. "S'okay. Wasn' you." He felt like he was floating suddenly and wondered just how much the lamia had drained from him before dropping them down here. "S'oubliette."
"Huh?" Bobby frowned and then looked around with a nod of understanding. "Right. Yeah." He snorted. "Little place of forgetting. Sam." Bobby made sure the boy was looking at him. "I'm sorry. You were right. I should'a listened."
Sam got a shaking hand up and fisted in the front of Bobby's jacket. "Told you…not your fault an'…I wouldn't have…trusted me either. I'm sorry, Bobby…so sorry."
"You're…Dammit, son." Bobby shook his head and pulled Sam closer as his eyes fell closed again. "Stop apologizin' already." He looked back up at the hole. "We gotta get you outta here."
"Phone…back pocket." Sam really wanted to get the hell up and help but getting his arm up had been all the energy he had. The lamia's poison was still working through his system and sapping his strength.
Bobby nodded and rolled his eyes as he fumbled around behind Sam until he got his phone out of his pocket. "Sorry." He looked down and saw the amused smirk on Sam's face. "Shut it, you." He flipped Sam's phone open and sighed. "No signal."
"Alarm." Sam convinced his left hand to let go of Bobby's jacket and tried to reach for his phone, but his arm refused to cooperate and dropped to the rocky ground instead.
"What about it?" Bobby frowned and tried not to show how worried he was that Sam was still this uncoordinated.
Sam took a breath and forced his thoughts together. "Set th'alarm. Toss it up." He nodded up to the hole above them. "Dean…hear it."
"Homing beacon." Bobby sighed and smiled down at him. "Yeah, I get it. Pretty damn smart, Sam." It only served to remind him that this was all his fault.
Sam floated between waking and sleeping, cringing each time he approached wakefulness and felt the pain in his shoulder and the tight feeling in his throat that seemed to make every breath catch. He heard someone wheezing and someone else speaking over an insistent, annoying muffled beeping and finally opened his eyes to find Bobby leaned over him.
"Geez, Sam. Come on." Bobby sighed in relief when Sam's eyes opened again. He had the kid's head tilted back on his elbow trying to keep his airway open. It was obvious his abused throat was swelling and Sam's short breaths were turning into short gasps that punched at his heart with every breath he struggled for. "Sam?"
Sam managed a nod and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt…wrong. "Bo…Bobby."
"Right here, kid." Bobby looked up to where the alarm on Sam's phone was shrilling away and silently willed Dean to hurry the hell up.
"Venom." Sam struggled to get the word out and he knew he was right. It wasn't just the burning in his shoulder anymore. It was a tightening across his chest that seemed to be slowly squeezing his lungs.
Bobby frowned and pulled Sam's jacket and shirts up from his shoulder to have a look. It was hard to see in the faint light, but he could make out dark lines spreading from the bite wounds and growled. "Balls. Sam, this…it's gonna be ok. You hear me?" He patted his jacket back in place and waited for Sam's eyes to roll up and meet his. "No big deal. You just keep breathin', son. Keep breathin'."
Sam nodded. "Yeah…yes, sir."
"Sam?"
Bobby's head jerked up at the sound of Dean's voice from above. "Dean! Down here! Hurry!"
"Bobby? What's…" Dean's voice broke off suddenly and there was the sound of a scuffle, then a loud hiss. "Shit!"
"Dean!" Bobby yelled and wished he could get up there to help. He tightened his grip on Sam as he twitched in his arms.
"Dean?" Sam opened his eyes again and knew he'd heard his brother's voice. "Wha…"
"Hang on, son." Bobby reassured him as the sound of a pitched fight filtered down from above. Sam's cell came tumbling over the side and broke into pieces when it hit the floor. "Dean! What's happenin' up there?"
"Little…busy!" Dean's voice shouted back.
Bobby heard the lamia scream angrily and then again more loudly, and then her voice trailed off in a strange, gurgling cry. "Dean, dammit!"
Dean's head appeared in the hole, blocking most of the light. "Figured someone your age would have more patience, Bobby." Dean grinned down and shone his flashlight into the hole. He sucked in a breath when he saw his brother held in Bobby's arms and fear swept through him. "Sammy?"
"We gotta get him outta here. Lamia took a chunk out of him. He's loaded with venom." Bobby called up. "You got a rope?"
"Uh…hang on." Dean's head vanished along with the light.
Bobby turned his attention back to Sam and didn't like the way he was sucking in breaths with his mouth open, like he was trying to catch any air he could. "Keep breathin', Sam. In and out." He put a hand over his chest and felt the stuttering movement and his pounding heart. He blinked furiously against emotion when Sam got his left hand up again and wrapped it trustingly around Bobby's wrist. "Easy, Sam. I've gotcha."
A few minutes later, Bobby looked up as he heard footsteps from above over the lamia's odd hiss. "Dean?" In answer, Dean's head appeared in the hole again.
"Ok. Got something." Dean unfurled his makeshift rope, letting it drop down into the oubliette and grinned as he aimed his flashlight in again. "Found her uh…larder." He shuddered and wondered if the smell of all those bodies decaying would ever leave his nose.
Bobby snorted as he realized what the 'rope' was; a dozen or so belts attached end to end. "Alright, Sam. Gotta move ya." He eased the boy up so he was sitting and stood, looking up to the concern plain on his brother's face. "Ain't gonna be easy, Dean. You're gonna have to pull him up."
Dean looked over his shoulder with a dark glare and then back down. "Get it around him."
Bobby grunted, pulling Sam's dead weight up with him. "Get it around him, he says." He snorted. "Like you don't weigh as much as my damn truck."
"N…don't." Sam managed and even pulled off a smirk, making Bobby chuckle.
"You be quiet." Bobby rolled his eyes and spent several frustrating minutes getting the belt rope looped around Sam's chest. "Can you hold on to this?"
Sam nodded once and got his left hand around the belt in front of him. "'Kay."
"Right, Dean! Pull him up!" Bobby bent and wrapped his arms around Sam's knees. He lifted while Dean pulled and cursed above them.
"Sam…not feeding…you…ever again…crap!" Dean strained with his brother's weight and listened nervously to the sound of the leather belts stretching. Finally Sam's head appeared and Dean pulled until he had his shoulders. He reached out with one hand and grabbed hold of his brother's left arm at the wrist before letting the belt rope go. "Shit!" He lurched forward and got a better grip and dragged his brother out of the hole and onto the floor.
Sam was gasping weakly for each breath but smiled as Dean leaned over him. "H…hey."
"Damn, Sammy." Dean took in the ring of livid bruising on his neck and his bloody right shoulder. "Bitch did a number on you."
Sam closed his eyes and then jumped when he heard the lamia's hiss. "Dean!"
"Easy!" Dean squeezed his shoulder and took his brother's chin, turning his head slightly. "She's a little hung up right now."
Sam opened his eyes again while Dean chuckled and stared in surprise. The lamia was pinned to the wall ten or so feet away with various knives through her shoulders and neck and what looked like a length of pipe through her stomach. "N-nice."
"Can't kill her ass for another…" Dean glanced at his watch. "…eleven hours, but I can damn well make her enjoy every one of 'em. You hang on while I get Bobby out." He untied the belts from his brother's chest and groaned. "This is gonna suck."
"I can hear you." Bobby yelled up and growled when he heard Dean laugh. "You wanna make fat jokes, I will kick your ass when I get up there."
Dean snorted and tossed the belt rope back down the hole. "Tryin' to give me a reason to leave you down there?" He grunted as Bobby's weight pulled at his arms and planted his feet to hoist the older man up.
Sam rolled his head back to see Dean. His breath was starting to clog in his throat and panic wasn't helping. He inched his left arm across the floor of the tunnel until it bumped his brother's hip. "Dea…"
"Sammy?" Dean looked over as he took Bobby's outstretched arm and his eyes widened. His brother's voice was barely above a whisper, his face white and fear was written all over it as he barely gasped in a breath. "Shit!" Dean heaved Bobby up out of the hole and then scrambled to Sam's side and pulled him up. "Hey, hey! Come on. Breathe."
"We gotta clean out those wounds with holy water." Bobby glared up at the lamia and gave her snarling face a grim smile. "Like your wall décor, Dean."
Dean gave a hard smile and rose to his feet, bringing his brother with him. He turned to look at the creature over Sam's head. "I'm comin' back for you in eleven hours, and I'm gonna enjoy carvin' out your heart." His voice was low and dangerous, and the lamia seemed to sense his rage. Her eyes widened and a hiss died in her throat. She didn't make another sound as Dean and Bobby carried Sam away and out of the tunnels.
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Sam woke with a start. "Dean!"
"Easy, Sam! Take it easy!" Bobby grabbed his good shoulder and pushed him back into the bed.
"B…Bobby?" Sam stared up at him in confusion and put a hand to his aching throat.
"Dean killed the lamia. Should be back any time now." He patted Sam's shoulder and smiled. "Before you start worryin', I talked to him five minutes ago. He's good. She never did get down off that wall, so just lay back already."
Sam slumped back into the bed and groaned softly. "M'I ok?" He had a hazy memory of hot lava being poured into his shoulder and screaming and it took him a moment to remember that it had been holy water, not lava, as they'd purified his wounds.
"Yeah, son. You're fine." Bobby took a bottle of water from the bedside table and lifted Sam's head gently. "Here."
Sam sipped gratefully and watched Bobby's eyes until he leaned back and took the bottle away. "We…we ok?" He hadn't seen the older Hunter flinch yet since he'd woken in the oubliette and he realized he was still waiting for it, bracing himself.
Bobby's eyes softened as he watched the tension slide onto Sam's face, that same kicked-puppy look he'd been pretending not to see for weeks, and his heart broke. "Son…I'm…" He nodded finally and brushed Sam's hair out of his eyes. "Yeah, Sam. We're ok."
Sam closed his eyes on a sigh and smiled. "Thanks, Bobby."
"How 'bout you stop talkin' and give that throat of yours a rest?" Bobby rolled his eyes, and if he had to wipe his eyes, it was certainly allergies and not some ridiculous emotional girly crap. He sniffed and cleared his throat hastily when the door opened and Dean came in.
"Hey," Dean said softly with a look to his brother. "He sleeping?"
"Mostly." Bobby rose and smirked as Dean slid into his vacated spot and dropped a gentle hand to his brother's bruised neck. "He's breathin' better."
Dean looked up at Bobby for a moment, taking in his facial expression and looked back to Sam in an effort to hide his smirk. "'Bout time you were done kickin' him." He tugged the blanket up higher on his brother's chest and stood, walking past Bobby where he gaped. "Got beer."
Bobby shook his head at the satisfied look on Dean's face as he dropped into a chair and turned on the tv low, grabbing a beer out of the bag on the table. He went behind him, took his own beer and cuffed the elder Winchester up the back of the head. "Start kickin' you in a minute. Find the damn game already." He turned his own chair so that, like Dean, he had a view of Sam and raised a brow, daring Dean to call him out on it. He wisely didn't. "Idjits."
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