Disclaimer: Just five more days until I can't post anymore, so just five more ways I gotta think of to say no.

A/N: It's me again! Haha, ok, so my stories have been bombing lately, but that's ok. Tonight's one shot I wrote up this morning actually. Last night I was enjoying watching season one, and when I got to the final episode was entertained when Dean was talking about the last time they'd seen Bobby. He said that Bobby had threatened to shoot their Dad, and immediately I knew I wanted to write a quick story of the last time they'd seen each other. So, here it is! Enjoy people!

Title: Shotguns and Demons
Genre: Really action packed... and some angst thrown in for good measure
Summary: Some times even the best of friends argue. But when John shows up at Bobby's place with a demon on his tail, Bobby is a little more than pissed.

Shotguns and Demons

"Last time we saw you, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. You cocked the shotgun and everything." --Devils Trap

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"Bobby, duck!" Sam yelled.

Bobby followed the instructions just as Sam shot a barrel full of buckshot at the demon which had materialized directly behind the family friend. Just as quickly the thing disappeared, but everyone in the room knew it wasn't gone.

"You ok Bobby?" Dean asked from his position sprawled out on the floor in the corner of the room.

"John, you idiot!" instead of answering Dean, Bobby turned his attention to the oldest Winchester, who was standing poised by the door of the room with his own gun in hand, "I don't know what was more stupid-- you bringing your sons here, or bringing the damn demon here!"

John glanced over at seventeen year old Sam who was helping Dean up from the ground, "They're both grown boys. They can handle themselves."

"Really?" Bobby spat out in anger, "Because I could swear I just saw Dean go flying across this room!"

"Hey!" Dean defended.

Bobby looked at Dean, "I'm sorry Dean, but your father has got to learn to put his family before his hunt."

"I'm twenty-one," Dean frowned, "He didn't make me come."

"He made me come," Sam mumbled.

"Shut up Sam," Dean elbowed his brother hard in the side.

"I am not putting them in any more danger than I know they can handle," John spoke up as he walked fully into the room, "They have trained for things like this their whole lives."

"Things like this?" Bobby laughed looking around the destroyed room, "Things like coming to your friends place for the first time in over a year, and just forgetting to tell them that you're bringing along a demon to play with?"

"We didn't know it would follow us," Dean interjected, "We came to get help."

"You, stay out of this," surprisingly it was John who barked the order as he turned harshly to his eldest.

Dean was going to make an argument back, but didn't have time as the very large, very powerful shadow demon materialized again; this time going after Sam.

"Sammy, move!" Dean cried a moment too late.

The shotgun was flung out of Sam's hand moments before the teen was lifted up into the air and thrown violently against a bookshelf at the far end of the room. Like a dead weight, Sam crashed to the ground with a solid thump, and lay there unmoving.

"Sammy!" John shouted taking a step towards his fallen son.

"Dad, behind you!" Dean warned as he spotted the demon behind his father.

With trained reflexes, John swung around, and shot his gun towards the ever elusive demon. Again, the thing disappeared before any noticeable damage had been done to it. For the next several minutes, the demon seemed to play a game between Dean and John; materializing behind or beside one or the other stopping them from getting close enough to Sam to check on him.

"Bobby, damn it, get Sam!" John demanded as he was thrown against a wall.

Bobby stood hovering over a desk, staring down at a book.

"Bobby!" Dean now cried out spotting his little brother still motionless on the ground, "Go to Sam!"

Bobby didn't move, but instead began to mumble words under his breath as he stared at the scene playing out before him. Thankful that the shadow demon was occupied with the Winchester's, Bobby looked back down at the book.

"Bobby I'm going to shoot you if you don't get your ass over to my son!" John threatened as three large slices cut across the left side of his face.

"Dad," a strangled gasp came from Dean, "…Dad, help…"

John quickly turned his attention to his oldest and his eyes widened as he saw Dean slowly being lifted from the ground by his neck. Instantly John had his gun pointed towards where the demon was trying to kill his eldest, but just as quickly his gun was ripped from his hands.

"…Dad…" Dean's mouth hung open, his eyes wide in fear and pain.

"Dean!" John cried out, desperately lunging towards him.

All to no avail, however, as John was flung backwards against the wall again. Dean was just beginning to feel light headed and feel his world coming to a close when a loud screech echoed through the room, and the hunter fell the nearly six feet to the ground with a gasp.

Everything was quiet.

"Dad," Dean finally choked out quickly followed by a loud, hacking cough.

"Dean," John looked up at the form of his oldest crumpled on the ground, and then over at Sam, "Bobby--!"

"I got Sam," Bobby immediately informed.

John rushed to his eldest, "Dean!"

Dean was breathing deep as pain wracked through his entire body. Carefully John grabbed him by the arm, and helped pull him to his feet.

"Dean, are you alright?" John's eyes were wide as he held tight to his son's arm.

Dean nodded.

"Can you breath ok?" John question spotting the harsh red marks across his neck.

Again Dean nodded, "I'm fine," his gaze looked over at Bobby hunched over his brother, "…Sammy!"

Supporting Dean the whole while, the two oldest Winchester's worked their way across the room to Sam. John let out a sigh of relief as he saw Sam sitting up in the pile of rubble.

"Hey Sammy," John let go of Dean and bent down to his son's level, "How do you feel?"

Sam looked dazed at his father for a moment; Bobby's hand supporting his back so he could sit up properly. John frowned at the blood coming down Sam's face, and the small amount of blood that was pooled on his once blue shirt.

"Sammy?" again John tried to get a verbal response as he put a hand on his youngest boys arm.

"I'm alright… I think," Sam confirmed, "What-what happened?"

"You took a swan-dive into the bookshelf," Dean supplied from his wobbly standing position.

Sam stared at Dean and noticed the bruising around his neck, "Dean… you're hurt."

"He'll be fine," John cut in, "Sammy, I need you to tell me if anything hurts right now."

"It'll be easier to say what doesn't," Sam frowned.

"I'm serious Sam," John spoke flatly.

Sam took a deep breath and nodded, "I'll be fine Dad."

"Can you stand?" Bobby was the one who asked the next question as he got up and moved to in front of Sam.

Sam nodded and held out his hand. Both Bobby and John took hold of the young hunter, and helped him into a standing position. Once up, John took hold of the side of Sam's face to get a better look at where the blood was coming from. Satisfied that his son didn't need immediate attention, he looked over at Bobby.

"What did you do?"

"Saved your ass," anger was once again in Bobby's voice, "Next time you decide to play this little game John, give me a warning, and maybe your boys won't have to get beat to hell in order for me to get rid of the damn thing."

"You're blaming this on me?" John asked outraged.

"You're damn right I am!" Bobby's voice rose, "You come waltzing in here with no warning, and next thing I know my place has been destroyed by a demon. I thought you were a trained hunter John, you should have known better!"

"I thought you were a hunter as well," John argued back like a six year old, "Instead you took your time getting rid of that thing."

Bobby's mouth dropped open, "Took my time? You try doing an exorcism while people are shouting at you!"

"My son was dying on the floor!" John shot back.

Sam stared down at the floor, "…Dad."

"Shut-up Sam," John momentarily turned his attention to Sam before turning back to Bobby, "If I had to, I'd do this again. That thing was killing people."

"It was trying to kill your kids!" Bobby motioned back to Sam and Dean who stood awkwardly near the back of the room.

"They can handle themselves!" John's loud voice scratched in his throat.

Fiercely Bobby grabbed his shotgun which was sitting on the desk, and pointed it at the hunter, "Go John."

John's face scrunched up, "Are you really so blind as to not see what just happened?"

"I know exactly what just happened," Bobby's voice had gone back to being calm again as he cocked the shotgun, "Now go."

"Come on boys," John huffed turning his back and walking determinedly out the door.

Dean gave a fleeting look at Bobby before grabbing Sam's arm to help him walk the distance to the car outside.

"Thanks Bobby," Sam whispered quietly before leaving.

"You boys take care of yourselves," Bobby had placed the gun back down on his desk, a small smile twitching at his features as he looked out the door which John had left out of, "And take care of him."

The End.