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Chapter 13. Comfort. Bobby's Pov.

"Almost done." I say as I fish out the last of the glass in Deans arm. "just a few stitches and you'll be good as new." The only sound that comes from Dean as a shuddering breath and my heart breaks even more.

After Dean started to calm down I looked at his arm and remembered that I needed to clean it out. I helped him sit down on the closed toilet seat and picked up the tweezers to get the shards of glass. As I picked the glass out of his arm I heard yelling from downstairs and every time Sam yelled something Dean would visibly flinch.

"And there." I finish the last stitch. "See that's not so bad, let me just bandage that up quickly." As I grab the gauze I mentally kick myself. Good job treating Dean like a damn child. I wrap his arm up and look at his blood shot eyes, keeping the look of anger out of my face. Where did I put my shot gun again?

"Thanks." Dean says quietly while looking down at his arm. We sit there quietly for a minute then he looks back at me. "I think I'm going to go…" he trails off, making a move to stand up. I nod and pull him up gently. He starts to walk out of the bathroom but he stops when I touch his shoulder.

"Everything he said is wrong, you know that right?" he look at me over his shoulder but doesn't say anything. Fucking Sam! I think to myself as I watch Dean walk into his bedroom, closing the door behind him gently.

Sam just broke Dean in ways that I didn't even know were possible. He has no idea what Deans been through, what he has felt, or what he has sacrificed. He never asked him point blank 'so what are you planning to do once they're born?' He's just like his fucking father; they always say shit or do shit to Dean without thinking about how it would affect him, then Deans heart gets broken.

I walk into the kitchen and when I see Sam rage fills my mind again. I walk up to him, bring my arm back, and slug him in the face.

"Fuck Bobby!" he yelps in surprise as my fist hits his cheek. He falls out of his chair and onto the ground with a 'thud' and I feel John pull me back.

"Don't you touch my son Singer!" Something in me snaps and I whirl around to face John.

"Oh that's rich asshole; I can't hit Sam after everything he just did to Dean on purpose, but you can practically beat the shit out of Dean after the flagstaff incident?" His eyes widen and he takes a step back.

Flagstaff oh how I remember that well. Sam ran away for two weeks and got his own place to live and a dog several years ago. Dean tried to find him, hell he called me so I could help him, but before we could find him John came home. After they found Sam John dropped Dean off and when I got a look at on my porch with a half swollen face my heart broke and thoughts of killing John went through my head.

"You have no right to tell me what to do Winchester." I warn, and turn back to Sam. "And you; you have no idea what you just did do you?" regret goes through his eyes.

"I didn't mean for it to happen like tha…" I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

"Shut the fuck up." He closes his mouth and looks at me. "You don't know anything Sam. You don't know how much Dean loves those kids." I point towards those stairs. "You haven't seen how much work he put into making that nursery, that room was made out of fucking love." I drop my arm down. "You have no right to tell him that those kids should die for the sake of your dead unborn child." He looks down onto his lap, looking ashamed, and a minute later he looks back up.

"He's a hunter, he won't wanna settle down." He says matter of factly, but the look in his eyes makes me realize that he's streaming off bullshit.

"Did he tell you that he has a bank account; a real, one hundred percent legal one?" he shakes his head. "He made it right after you left; he didn't know if he would ever see you again and incase he died he wanted to make sure you were taken care of. There's sixty thousand dollars in that account." His eyes widen. "I don't know how the hell he got all that money but now he's going to use that for him and his kids."

"Why didn't he ever tell me that he had money?" John asks behind me.

"He didn't want you to take it." He looks like he wants to argue. "Oh don't give me that shit John, you know you would have used it for hunting crap if you got your hands on it." He gives me a guilty look, then looks down to the ground.

"Sam. Dean was raped, raped! You have no idea what something like that does to a person." He stares at me blankly. "He was raped and now he has three kids that he has to raise because of it. Yeah he hates how these kids were made, but he loves those kids so much." I pinch the bridge of my nose. "All he wants is support from his family, but after everything he's done for you, you can't give him something so small as your own support." A hint of guilt goes through his eyes and I sigh. "You two need to leave for a while."

"Now wait a minute Bobby…"John starts, but I cut him off.

"No John. Dean doesn't need you two here right now and I think you both need to go to the motel that's in town for a couple of days." They stay silent. "Don't make me get my shotgun." John moves to help Sam stand up and hands him his crutches.

"Bobby." John says after Sam hobbles out of the kitchen. "Is Dean ok?" He asks, guilt evident in his eyes.

"Not by a long shot."

"Am I allowed to come and see him tomorrow or will you shoot me?"

"I don't know yet." He nods and walks out of the kitchen.

After they pack up their things and leave I walk upstairs and open Deans door.

"Dean?" I look around the see the room empty. "Dean?" I say a little louder.

"In here." His voice travels through the hall, coming from the nursery. I walk in there to see in the rocking chair Dean rocking back and forth gently, his eyes trained on the three cribs.

"You doing ok son?" I ask, kneeling down in front of him. His eyes never leave the cribs as he shakes his head no. Neither of us talk for a long time, the only sound in the room being the creaking wood of the rocking chair.

"Am I making the wrong choice?" he asks nervously a few minutes later.

"Fuck no Son, you made the best decisions you could possibly make." He rubs his red eyes slowly.

"I'm going to be a shit parent Bobby." I should have shot fucking Sam Winchester!

"I don't ever wanna hear that shit come from your mouth again Son. You are going to be a great father. You love those kids in you so much, and you've actually planned for the future." I rest my hands on his knees. "You have some money, you've been helping me around the junkyard with the clients since you've been here, you plan on trying to get a house around here in a few years after things settle down and these three are a bit older…" he cuts me off.

"I dragged you into this."

"These are my grandchildren; I would give them all my vital organs if I had to Dean." He finally looks at me. "I love these kids to Son, and it's a pleasure to even be a part of their lives." His eyes become wet and he wipes the tears away before they can fall. I pat his knees gently then stand up. "You look beat; you should really get some rest."

"I'll get up in a few minutes." I nod and give him a small smile to hide the sadness I feel for him.

"Call me if you need anything ok?" he nods and I walk to the door, stopping in my tracks when I thought crosses my head. I walk back over to Dean and pull him into a hug. "No matter what happens I'll always be here for you and my grand kids Dean." I gently kiss the top of his head then pull away. "Never forget that." I walk out of the room and close the door behind me.

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