Soulless Justice 5/?
Title: Soulless Justice
Rating: pg-13 for some violence and language
Warnings: Spoilers for season 6
Word Count: ~2700
Summary: When Castiel calls, Dean leaves a very tense Bobby with Sam in hopes the two will talk things out. A hunter seeking revenge just might make Bobby put his anger aside…Set after 6x11. Hurt!Sam, Protective!Bobby, Dean, and Cas.
A/N: I am so sorry this took forever to update. My laptop had to have some parts replaced and b/c it is a Mac it had to be sent a couple hours away to have it done. But it is all better now and the chapter is finally finished! I plan on doing one more for this fic. Thanks again to all of you who have stuck with me for this!
Dean smirked as he grabbed Drake by the throat and hauled him off his baby brother, throwing him against the wall. He saw the butt of Dean’s gun coming towards him before everything went black.
“No! Get away! Stop!!!” The screams rang from the panic room and rose up through the floorboards, startling Sam back into consciousness. He tried to sit up in the bed, but his injuries flared with pain, forcing a scream of his own out from his throat.
“Woah! Hey buddy…take it easy,” a calm voice broke through the pain as soothing hands guided him back down onto the pillows. “Sam? You with me kid?”
Sam forced his eyes open. He saw Bobby’s worried face hovering over him. Sam carefully nodded his head. The room spun around him as the pain spiked through his body. “Sick…” he croaked.
Bobby was quick to grab the trash bin from the floor and gently turn Sam towards it. The younger man lurched forwards and deposed of the meager contents of his stomach. “Gah!” he gasped. His stomach continued to roll, even when there was nothing left to throw up. Dry heaves took hold. Tears sprung to his eyes, and his arms shook.
When the heaving finally subsided, Sam went limp and would’ve face planted off the bed if it wasn’t for Bobby. “I’ve gotcha. Take it easy.”
“Thanks.” Sam allowed Bobby to help him back under the covers. His whole body ached, but especially his shoulder. Fresh blood leaked out of the wound and stained his t-shirt a bright crimson. He felt hot and cold all at once, and he couldn’t find a comfortable position for his sore body. Despite all of this, he managed to take a look at his surroundings. He still appeared to be on the first floor guest bedroom. But the room was in total disarray. Furniture lay knocked over in every direction. A set of bloody sheets lay discarding by the door.
“Where’s Dean?” Sam’s voice was ragged and gave away the pain and discomfort his body felt.
“Downstairs with Drake.” Bobby placed his hand against Sam’s forehead. The cool touch felt like heaven against Sam’s fevered skin, and a whimper escaped his lips when Bobby took his hand away all too soon.
“Hold on boy,” Bobby called out as he walked out of the room. He returned seconds later and placed a cold washcloth against Sam’s forehead. Another scream came from the panic room, startling both men. “Damn,” Bobby muttered under his breath.
“You should go down there. Make sure Dean doesn’t kill Drake.”
“What if I don’t wanna?”
“Bobby…”
“Your brother can take care of himself just fine.”
“I know. He’s not the one I’m worried about, Bobby.”
“Well, I’m not worried bout the bastard down there with him.”
“Well I am,” Sam snapped. “I get why he did this to me. It may not have been me that did it to him, but he thinks it was. And I can’t blame him for that.”
“The hell you can’t!”
“Bobby,” Sam said gently.
“Fine…I’m going. You just stay put. Your ass better not leave that bed.”
“Don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”
“That bad?”
Sam just shrugged. Bobby glared at him from the doorway. “Ok, it kinda is.”
Bobby’s expression softened. “I’ll call that nurse of yours. Got her card round here somewhere.”
“You don’t have to…” Sam said. But Bobby could tell the kid needed some extra help. “Unless you just want to see her again. You know she had it bad for you.” Sam tried to smirk, despite how crappy he was feeling.
“Shuddup and get some more rest while I take care of that brother of yours.”
Bobby could hear a small laugh as he closed the door behind him. He turned sharply and made his way downstairs towards Dean. He made a quick call to Lori, letting her know what was going on, before continuing towards the steps. The noises became louder as he approached the panic room. Clanging noise followed by mumbled curses and apologies echoed out from the sparse room. Bobby readied himself for what he imagined was waiting for him behind the heavy door before he cautiously pushed the door open to enter the room. He noticed Dean walking calmly over towards the desk and sit down on top. He then saw Drake bond to an overturned chair on the cold floor. Blood slowly seeped from his mouth, evidence of a split lip.
“Run into some problems Dean?”
“No,” Dean smirked. “Not at all Bobby. Drake here just got a little excited and knocked over his chair. Busted his lip when he fell.”
“Uh huh…” Bobby smiled slightly and shook his head at the younger man.
“Sam?”
“He woke up. His shoulder wound reopened though and looks infected all over again.”
“Son of a bitch,” Dean muttered through gritted teeth. He started to stalk back over towards where Drake lay whimpering softly on the floor.
“Hold it, boy.” Bobby was quick to intercept and hold Dean back.
“What the hell Bobby?”
“You and I may hold no sympathy for the bastard, but your brother does.” Dean’s face instantly softened. “Sent me down here to make sure you didn’t kill ‘em.”
Dean shook his head. “You hear that?” he yelled at Drake. “Sam’s the only reason I’m not ripping your ass apart right now!”
Confusion marred Drake’s face, but he kept silent.
Bobby gently pushed Dean towards the still open door. “Go upstairs to Sam.”
“What do you think we should do about…” Dean waved his hand at Drake.
“Might be a good idea to call for Cas. He can probably take care of things.”
“Yeah, plus he owes me for helping him out the other night. I’ll get him. And we should probably call Lori for Sam.”
“Already did. She should be here soon.”
“Thanks Bobby,” Dean said.
Bobby sent Dean one last grin before turning back towards Drake. Dean didn’t look back, despite desperately wanting to work Drake over more. Instead, he ran up the steps to his brother. Once at the door, he slowly opened it, revealing Sam curled up on the bed. Dean could easily tell his brother wasn’t feeling any better. “Sammy?”
Sam lifted his head up from the pillow to look towards his brother. He attempted a small smile, but it was shaky. “Hey.”
Dean crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He carefully pulled sheets up around Sam’s shivering form. Sam’s skin felt hot to the touch, making Dean hope all the more that Lori would hurry.
Crashing noises echoed up from the basement, setting both Dean and Sam on the alert. Dean was about to rush back to the panic room when Bobby entered into the bedroom.
“Everything ok?” Sam asked weakly.
“Cas showed up.”
“What did he do to Drake?” Dean spoke up.
“Well,” Bobby ran a hand through his graying beard, “apparently it ain’t the first time Cas has ran into trouble with the bastard.” Both Dean and Sam looked up at Bobby with confusion. “The guy took to huntin’ down some of Cas’s angel buddies a couple months back. Didn’t believe they were really angels and thought they had to be some type of demons or somethin’. Cas was real happy to see him.” Sarcasm dripped from each word.
“So what happened?” Dean had perked up quite a bit at this news.
“He took ‘em with him. Not sure what he’s plannin’ on doin’ with him though. Didn’t say. Just told me he’d been lookin’ for ‘em for quite awhile and why.”
“Damn,” Dean sighed.
“Yeah…”
Before either Dean or Sam could respond, someone knocked loudly on the door. Bobby shuffled out of the bedroom to get it, hoping it was Lori all the way. He threw open the door and a smile spread across his face.
“Can’t say I’ve had that type of reaction from a man in quite awhile,” Lori’s smooth voice drawled out.
A blush crept over Bobby’s face. He cleared his throat roughly. “Just relieved to see ya here. Sam’s not doin’ too great.”
“What happened?” Lori pushed past Bobby and into the house, the seriousness of the situation fully hitting her. “He was much better when he had left the hospital.”
“The bastard that put him in there to begin with showed back up…”
“Oh God,” Lori gasped.
“He didn’t get much time with Sam before his brother found him. But it was enough to reopen his shoulder. Pretty sure he’s runnin’ a fever again. Oh, and he got sick when he regained consciousness this mornin’."
Worry flickered in Lori’s deep blue eyes. “Show me to him.”
Bobby nodded to the nurse before walking back towards the boys. He knocked once then opened the door, allowing Lori to walk in. She smiled sadly at both Dean and Sam before setting her bags down and getting to work. Bobby slipped out of the small room, but Dean refused to leave. He stayed in the back corner, watching her every move.
“Hey Sam,” Lori tried to sooth. “Not doing to hot are you kiddo?”
“Guess not,” Sam groaned.
“Well, let’s see if I can help you out with that sweetie.” She slowly tugged off the blood stained shirt so that she could better access the wound. It looked puffy and red. The stitches had been torn, allowing fresh blood and puss to leak through on to the gauze. Sam hissed as soon as her glove covered hands glided over it, and Dean began to push himself up from the corner. “I know hunnie. I know…” Lori paused in her ministrations to run a hand through Sam’s sweaty hair. He calmed some, but it was obvious he was still in a great deal of pain.
Lori sighed and rummaged through her bag. She pulled out a small vial along with a syringe. “Sam, how about I give you something to help with the pain? You look like you could use some sleep too. This should knock you out so you won’t have to feel much of this.” Sam shook his head no, hating the idea of being drugged unconscious. “Now, listen young man. I’ve got to clean and irrigate that shoulder of yours. I might have to even cut away some of the infected tissue you’ve got there. It’s going to hurt, a lot hun. So…” She held up the syringe already filled with the medication for Sam to see.
“Ok,” Sam sighed in defeat.
“Thank you.” Lori quickly injected the needle into Sam. It didn’t take too long for the medication to work its way through Sam’s veins. His eyes started to droop shut, and he was fast asleep within minutes. “That’s better.”
Lori spared a quick glance over at Dean, who still stood at ready in the corner. “I can see you don’t take to well to seeing your brother in pain?”
“I don’t take well to seeing others hurt him,” Dean snapped back.
“I’m not trying to Dean,” Lori calmly said. She went back to working on Sam; skilled hands worked swiftly and carefully. It took longer than she would have liked, but she eventually had Sam’s wound under control. His temperature still seemed too high. She moved to her other bag and pulled out a bag that looked to be filled with antibiotics and other supplies to start an IV. “Bobby told me on the phone he had an IV stand. Do you know where it is?”
Dean nodded and reluctantly went to grab it. It didn’t take him long, but by the time he returned, Lori had already inserted the needle into Sam’s hand. “Here.” He moved the stand close to the bed.
“Thank you.” After hanging the bag up, she began cleaning up some of the supplies surrounding the bed. Once all the materials had been moved from the mattress, she lifted the blankets high on Sam’s bare chest. A silence fell over the room, making Dean shift awkwardly.
Lori looked up at Dean as he continued to shift and watch Sam. She shook her head and laughed softly at him.
“What?”
“You just remind me of your dad, Dean.”
“Excuse me?” Dean moved from the corner and strode closer to the bed. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You are as bad as your father was when it came to one of you being hurt.”
Dean looked on at her in confusion and anger.
Lori sighed. “Before my husband died, we owned a small clinic out in middle of nowhere South Dakota. A lot of hunters passed through there. We had enough paying patients to not worry about having to charge hunters who didn’t have the money.”
“How…”
“Drew, my husband, lived in a haunted house when he was a teenager. The ghost nearly killed him before a hunter showed up and finished it off. Drew became involved in the supernatural and the hunting world after that. Took a hunt here and there during college. I met him when he was in med school. A vamp decided I looked tasty enough and Drew intercepted. After that, I couldn’t turn away from hunters either.”
“Still doesn’t explain how you knew Dad…”
“You remember that camping trip you took with him?”
“Took lots of ‘em…”
“It was your first one, just the two of you, at least that’s what he told me. He said you had gotten all A’s on your report card and he decided to let you have the trip. You dropped your brother off at a friend’s house and…”
“We dropped Sam off at Bobby’s then drove a couple of hours away. It was the first time Bobby ever watched Sammy by himself.”
Lori smiled at the young hunter. “You two had a nasty run in with a Wendigo if I’m remembering right.”
“It showed up when Dad had gone to get some fire wood. I didn’t know what the hell it was…I was seven…”
“It broke your arm and gave you a pretty awful concussion.”
“And dad got scratched up pretty bad."
"He’d heard about our clinic from some other hunters and knew it was the closest place to where you were. That was just the first time I met John. He came by a couple of different times over the years. Always kept me updated on you boys.”
“I didn’t know…”
“I didn’t see a real reason to bring it up ‘til now.”
Dean smiled a little. “I guess so…”
“Now, if you’re as much like John as I’m thinking with this, you aren’t going to be leaving his side any time soon. So, I think I’m going to go find Bobby and get some food started for all of us.” Lori stood up from the chair and motioned for Dean to sit. “I’ll bring you both up something in a little while. He should stay asleep for a couple of hours. But he’ll need food in him if he wants to get stronger. And so will you, sweetie.” Lori brushed her hand over Dean’s spiky hair before heading towards the door.
Dean turned in the chair quickly. “Hey…thank you.”
“Any time, Dean. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go find Bobby.”
Dean smirked. “Take it easy on him.”
The smile she sent Dean back was nearly blinding. “Oh, I’m sure he can handle himself just fine…”
Dean shivered slightly at the implication of those words. As he turned back to Sam, he could hear Lori laughing all the way down the stairs. He shook his head a little before gently carding his fingers through Sam’s hair. Despite the hell they had been through, he finally felt as if everything was finally going to be ok.
Chapter 6
Rating: pg-13 for some violence and language
Warnings: Spoilers for season 6
Word Count: ~2700
Summary: When Castiel calls, Dean leaves a very tense Bobby with Sam in hopes the two will talk things out. A hunter seeking revenge just might make Bobby put his anger aside…Set after 6x11. Hurt!Sam, Protective!Bobby, Dean, and Cas.
A/N: I am so sorry this took forever to update. My laptop had to have some parts replaced and b/c it is a Mac it had to be sent a couple hours away to have it done. But it is all better now and the chapter is finally finished! I plan on doing one more for this fic. Thanks again to all of you who have stuck with me for this!
Dean smirked as he grabbed Drake by the throat and hauled him off his baby brother, throwing him against the wall. He saw the butt of Dean’s gun coming towards him before everything went black.
“No! Get away! Stop!!!” The screams rang from the panic room and rose up through the floorboards, startling Sam back into consciousness. He tried to sit up in the bed, but his injuries flared with pain, forcing a scream of his own out from his throat.
“Woah! Hey buddy…take it easy,” a calm voice broke through the pain as soothing hands guided him back down onto the pillows. “Sam? You with me kid?”
Sam forced his eyes open. He saw Bobby’s worried face hovering over him. Sam carefully nodded his head. The room spun around him as the pain spiked through his body. “Sick…” he croaked.
Bobby was quick to grab the trash bin from the floor and gently turn Sam towards it. The younger man lurched forwards and deposed of the meager contents of his stomach. “Gah!” he gasped. His stomach continued to roll, even when there was nothing left to throw up. Dry heaves took hold. Tears sprung to his eyes, and his arms shook.
When the heaving finally subsided, Sam went limp and would’ve face planted off the bed if it wasn’t for Bobby. “I’ve gotcha. Take it easy.”
“Thanks.” Sam allowed Bobby to help him back under the covers. His whole body ached, but especially his shoulder. Fresh blood leaked out of the wound and stained his t-shirt a bright crimson. He felt hot and cold all at once, and he couldn’t find a comfortable position for his sore body. Despite all of this, he managed to take a look at his surroundings. He still appeared to be on the first floor guest bedroom. But the room was in total disarray. Furniture lay knocked over in every direction. A set of bloody sheets lay discarding by the door.
“Where’s Dean?” Sam’s voice was ragged and gave away the pain and discomfort his body felt.
“Downstairs with Drake.” Bobby placed his hand against Sam’s forehead. The cool touch felt like heaven against Sam’s fevered skin, and a whimper escaped his lips when Bobby took his hand away all too soon.
“Hold on boy,” Bobby called out as he walked out of the room. He returned seconds later and placed a cold washcloth against Sam’s forehead. Another scream came from the panic room, startling both men. “Damn,” Bobby muttered under his breath.
“You should go down there. Make sure Dean doesn’t kill Drake.”
“What if I don’t wanna?”
“Bobby…”
“Your brother can take care of himself just fine.”
“I know. He’s not the one I’m worried about, Bobby.”
“Well, I’m not worried bout the bastard down there with him.”
“Well I am,” Sam snapped. “I get why he did this to me. It may not have been me that did it to him, but he thinks it was. And I can’t blame him for that.”
“The hell you can’t!”
“Bobby,” Sam said gently.
“Fine…I’m going. You just stay put. Your ass better not leave that bed.”
“Don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”
“That bad?”
Sam just shrugged. Bobby glared at him from the doorway. “Ok, it kinda is.”
Bobby’s expression softened. “I’ll call that nurse of yours. Got her card round here somewhere.”
“You don’t have to…” Sam said. But Bobby could tell the kid needed some extra help. “Unless you just want to see her again. You know she had it bad for you.” Sam tried to smirk, despite how crappy he was feeling.
“Shuddup and get some more rest while I take care of that brother of yours.”
Bobby could hear a small laugh as he closed the door behind him. He turned sharply and made his way downstairs towards Dean. He made a quick call to Lori, letting her know what was going on, before continuing towards the steps. The noises became louder as he approached the panic room. Clanging noise followed by mumbled curses and apologies echoed out from the sparse room. Bobby readied himself for what he imagined was waiting for him behind the heavy door before he cautiously pushed the door open to enter the room. He noticed Dean walking calmly over towards the desk and sit down on top. He then saw Drake bond to an overturned chair on the cold floor. Blood slowly seeped from his mouth, evidence of a split lip.
“Run into some problems Dean?”
“No,” Dean smirked. “Not at all Bobby. Drake here just got a little excited and knocked over his chair. Busted his lip when he fell.”
“Uh huh…” Bobby smiled slightly and shook his head at the younger man.
“Sam?”
“He woke up. His shoulder wound reopened though and looks infected all over again.”
“Son of a bitch,” Dean muttered through gritted teeth. He started to stalk back over towards where Drake lay whimpering softly on the floor.
“Hold it, boy.” Bobby was quick to intercept and hold Dean back.
“What the hell Bobby?”
“You and I may hold no sympathy for the bastard, but your brother does.” Dean’s face instantly softened. “Sent me down here to make sure you didn’t kill ‘em.”
Dean shook his head. “You hear that?” he yelled at Drake. “Sam’s the only reason I’m not ripping your ass apart right now!”
Confusion marred Drake’s face, but he kept silent.
Bobby gently pushed Dean towards the still open door. “Go upstairs to Sam.”
“What do you think we should do about…” Dean waved his hand at Drake.
“Might be a good idea to call for Cas. He can probably take care of things.”
“Yeah, plus he owes me for helping him out the other night. I’ll get him. And we should probably call Lori for Sam.”
“Already did. She should be here soon.”
“Thanks Bobby,” Dean said.
Bobby sent Dean one last grin before turning back towards Drake. Dean didn’t look back, despite desperately wanting to work Drake over more. Instead, he ran up the steps to his brother. Once at the door, he slowly opened it, revealing Sam curled up on the bed. Dean could easily tell his brother wasn’t feeling any better. “Sammy?”
Sam lifted his head up from the pillow to look towards his brother. He attempted a small smile, but it was shaky. “Hey.”
Dean crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed. He carefully pulled sheets up around Sam’s shivering form. Sam’s skin felt hot to the touch, making Dean hope all the more that Lori would hurry.
Crashing noises echoed up from the basement, setting both Dean and Sam on the alert. Dean was about to rush back to the panic room when Bobby entered into the bedroom.
“Everything ok?” Sam asked weakly.
“Cas showed up.”
“What did he do to Drake?” Dean spoke up.
“Well,” Bobby ran a hand through his graying beard, “apparently it ain’t the first time Cas has ran into trouble with the bastard.” Both Dean and Sam looked up at Bobby with confusion. “The guy took to huntin’ down some of Cas’s angel buddies a couple months back. Didn’t believe they were really angels and thought they had to be some type of demons or somethin’. Cas was real happy to see him.” Sarcasm dripped from each word.
“So what happened?” Dean had perked up quite a bit at this news.
“He took ‘em with him. Not sure what he’s plannin’ on doin’ with him though. Didn’t say. Just told me he’d been lookin’ for ‘em for quite awhile and why.”
“Damn,” Dean sighed.
“Yeah…”
Before either Dean or Sam could respond, someone knocked loudly on the door. Bobby shuffled out of the bedroom to get it, hoping it was Lori all the way. He threw open the door and a smile spread across his face.
“Can’t say I’ve had that type of reaction from a man in quite awhile,” Lori’s smooth voice drawled out.
A blush crept over Bobby’s face. He cleared his throat roughly. “Just relieved to see ya here. Sam’s not doin’ too great.”
“What happened?” Lori pushed past Bobby and into the house, the seriousness of the situation fully hitting her. “He was much better when he had left the hospital.”
“The bastard that put him in there to begin with showed back up…”
“Oh God,” Lori gasped.
“He didn’t get much time with Sam before his brother found him. But it was enough to reopen his shoulder. Pretty sure he’s runnin’ a fever again. Oh, and he got sick when he regained consciousness this mornin’."
Worry flickered in Lori’s deep blue eyes. “Show me to him.”
Bobby nodded to the nurse before walking back towards the boys. He knocked once then opened the door, allowing Lori to walk in. She smiled sadly at both Dean and Sam before setting her bags down and getting to work. Bobby slipped out of the small room, but Dean refused to leave. He stayed in the back corner, watching her every move.
“Hey Sam,” Lori tried to sooth. “Not doing to hot are you kiddo?”
“Guess not,” Sam groaned.
“Well, let’s see if I can help you out with that sweetie.” She slowly tugged off the blood stained shirt so that she could better access the wound. It looked puffy and red. The stitches had been torn, allowing fresh blood and puss to leak through on to the gauze. Sam hissed as soon as her glove covered hands glided over it, and Dean began to push himself up from the corner. “I know hunnie. I know…” Lori paused in her ministrations to run a hand through Sam’s sweaty hair. He calmed some, but it was obvious he was still in a great deal of pain.
Lori sighed and rummaged through her bag. She pulled out a small vial along with a syringe. “Sam, how about I give you something to help with the pain? You look like you could use some sleep too. This should knock you out so you won’t have to feel much of this.” Sam shook his head no, hating the idea of being drugged unconscious. “Now, listen young man. I’ve got to clean and irrigate that shoulder of yours. I might have to even cut away some of the infected tissue you’ve got there. It’s going to hurt, a lot hun. So…” She held up the syringe already filled with the medication for Sam to see.
“Ok,” Sam sighed in defeat.
“Thank you.” Lori quickly injected the needle into Sam. It didn’t take too long for the medication to work its way through Sam’s veins. His eyes started to droop shut, and he was fast asleep within minutes. “That’s better.”
Lori spared a quick glance over at Dean, who still stood at ready in the corner. “I can see you don’t take to well to seeing your brother in pain?”
“I don’t take well to seeing others hurt him,” Dean snapped back.
“I’m not trying to Dean,” Lori calmly said. She went back to working on Sam; skilled hands worked swiftly and carefully. It took longer than she would have liked, but she eventually had Sam’s wound under control. His temperature still seemed too high. She moved to her other bag and pulled out a bag that looked to be filled with antibiotics and other supplies to start an IV. “Bobby told me on the phone he had an IV stand. Do you know where it is?”
Dean nodded and reluctantly went to grab it. It didn’t take him long, but by the time he returned, Lori had already inserted the needle into Sam’s hand. “Here.” He moved the stand close to the bed.
“Thank you.” After hanging the bag up, she began cleaning up some of the supplies surrounding the bed. Once all the materials had been moved from the mattress, she lifted the blankets high on Sam’s bare chest. A silence fell over the room, making Dean shift awkwardly.
Lori looked up at Dean as he continued to shift and watch Sam. She shook her head and laughed softly at him.
“What?”
“You just remind me of your dad, Dean.”
“Excuse me?” Dean moved from the corner and strode closer to the bed. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You are as bad as your father was when it came to one of you being hurt.”
Dean looked on at her in confusion and anger.
Lori sighed. “Before my husband died, we owned a small clinic out in middle of nowhere South Dakota. A lot of hunters passed through there. We had enough paying patients to not worry about having to charge hunters who didn’t have the money.”
“How…”
“Drew, my husband, lived in a haunted house when he was a teenager. The ghost nearly killed him before a hunter showed up and finished it off. Drew became involved in the supernatural and the hunting world after that. Took a hunt here and there during college. I met him when he was in med school. A vamp decided I looked tasty enough and Drew intercepted. After that, I couldn’t turn away from hunters either.”
“Still doesn’t explain how you knew Dad…”
“You remember that camping trip you took with him?”
“Took lots of ‘em…”
“It was your first one, just the two of you, at least that’s what he told me. He said you had gotten all A’s on your report card and he decided to let you have the trip. You dropped your brother off at a friend’s house and…”
“We dropped Sam off at Bobby’s then drove a couple of hours away. It was the first time Bobby ever watched Sammy by himself.”
Lori smiled at the young hunter. “You two had a nasty run in with a Wendigo if I’m remembering right.”
“It showed up when Dad had gone to get some fire wood. I didn’t know what the hell it was…I was seven…”
“It broke your arm and gave you a pretty awful concussion.”
“And dad got scratched up pretty bad."
"He’d heard about our clinic from some other hunters and knew it was the closest place to where you were. That was just the first time I met John. He came by a couple of different times over the years. Always kept me updated on you boys.”
“I didn’t know…”
“I didn’t see a real reason to bring it up ‘til now.”
Dean smiled a little. “I guess so…”
“Now, if you’re as much like John as I’m thinking with this, you aren’t going to be leaving his side any time soon. So, I think I’m going to go find Bobby and get some food started for all of us.” Lori stood up from the chair and motioned for Dean to sit. “I’ll bring you both up something in a little while. He should stay asleep for a couple of hours. But he’ll need food in him if he wants to get stronger. And so will you, sweetie.” Lori brushed her hand over Dean’s spiky hair before heading towards the door.
Dean turned in the chair quickly. “Hey…thank you.”
“Any time, Dean. Now if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go find Bobby.”
Dean smirked. “Take it easy on him.”
The smile she sent Dean back was nearly blinding. “Oh, I’m sure he can handle himself just fine…”
Dean shivered slightly at the implication of those words. As he turned back to Sam, he could hear Lori laughing all the way down the stairs. He shook his head a little before gently carding his fingers through Sam’s hair. Despite the hell they had been through, he finally felt as if everything was finally going to be ok.
Chapter 6