Soulless Justice 3/?
Title: Soulless Justice
Rating: pg-13 for some violence and language
Warnings: Spoilers for season 6
Word Count: ~2300
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: Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed! I was really excited by the response this has gotten so far!
He could just make out the sounds of yelling and banging before he fell into the bliss of darkness.
Cold hands pressed down against his fevered skin. Fear flooded through his system as memories began to assault his exhausted mind. He tried to turn away, but the hands only gripped him tighter. A voice finally filtered through the panic. “Sam! Come on kiddo!”
Sam’s eyes flew open, but took little notice of his surroundings at first. “Sam….It’s me…Bobby…”
Sam’s eyesight finally cleared enough so that he could see the concerned face of Bobby swimming in front of his face. “Sam?” He soon realized it was Bobby’s hands pressing down on his chest, keeping him from rolling off of the couch. “You with me kid?”
“Yeah,” Sam moaned. He cleared his throat and ended up throwing himself into a coughing fit. Bobby quickly slid a water bottle into his hands and guided it to his lips. After a few minutes, Sam was able to settle back onto the pillows of the couch. “Thanks.”
Bobby nodded in acknowledgement. “So, you wanna tell me what your ass was doin’ down in the panic room with that bastard?”
“Drake…”
“Excuse me?”
“His name is Drake,” Sam solemnly said, turning his head down and away from Bobby.
“He volunteer that information boy?”
“I remembered it.” Sam brought his eyes back up to meet Bobby’s. The older hunter looked worn and worried, neither of which Sam had expected. “I heard a crash while I was sleeping, so I went to check it out. I found him still in the chair, but it was tipped over. He looked unconscious, and I thought he had hurt himself. So I went over to him to check…only I didn’t check the ropes first. He jumped me before I had the chance to realize he was faking.”
“You recognized him this time?”
“No.” Sam ran his through his sweat-dampened hair. “He, um, when he started punching me, he started to explain why. He told me him and his son hunted with Samuel and me awhile back. I apparently used his son as bait for a Succubus. It figured it out before we killed it and tore into his son pretty bad. After he started talking, I started to remember it a little more. It still isn’t too clear, but I remembered his name before he decided to go for my knife and carve into me.”
A sad smile graced Bobby’s face as he sat down on the edge of the couch by Sam’s head. “Got ya pretty good.” He gently checked around the bandage he had applied to Sam’s shoulder. Blood was already starting to soak through the think gauze and stitches, causing Bobby to mentally curse.
“Did you get him?” The words came out weaker than Sam had intended. To Bobby, it made Sam seem all of the three year old he had first seen clinging to his big brother’s leg all those years ago.
“No, Sam. I heard you yellin’ and ran down to the room. But he pushed passed me before I could grab him. Knew you had to be hurt to let him go like that. Sorry, kiddo.”
Sam nodded. “Not your fault. It’s all my fault. If I…”
“Now hold it right there ya idgit!” Sam stopped and stared up at Bobby with wide eyes. “You can’t change what ya did last year. It wasn’t you, boy. You know that. It may have been wearing your face, but that’s as far as it went. Now get that through your head right now. That…thing…from the past year, it wouldn’t’ have gone in that room to help Drake. Sam, you did. And as much as it scares the hell outta me, that’s just who you are. Ya better remember that.”
Sam couldn’t speak around the emotions clogging his throat. A few tears slid down his face, but Bobby didn’t draw any attention to them. “Thanks,” Sam eventually rasped out.
Bobby patted Sam’s uninjured shoulder. “How’s your shoulder feelin?”
“It hurts pretty bad.”
“I want ya to take some pills then get some rest. I’ll come back in a couple of hours to check in on ya.” Sam tried to push up from the couch, but pain stabbed through his shoulder. “Now I just told your ass to rest!”
“But what about Drake?”
“Let me worry about that Sam. I’m gonna lock you down in here then go through the rest of the house. But I’m thinkin’ he made it outside. Just get some sleep bud.”
Sam didn’t need to be told any more. As soon as the pills hit his throat and his head hit the pillows, he was out like a light. Bobby pulled up the blankets and let his hand run through Sam’s hair. He smiled fondly at the sleeping hunter before walking out of the room.
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He felt cold and shaky when he woke hours later. Bobby was by his side again, only this time his hands were at his forehead. “What’s going on?” Sam slurred more than said, as he was unable to completely shake sleep.
“You’ve got a fever bud,” Bobby gently said. “I’m worried your shoulder is infected. I’ve tried to clean it up, but it isn’t looking too good, Sam.”
Sam nodded his head to show he understood what Bobby was saying. The movement made him a little dizzy and it took a few minutes to completely shake the feeling. Bobby sat with him the whole time, a worried expression gracing his face. “I think this is out of my league kid. We’re gonna have to get you to the hospital.”
“No,” Sam said as he tried to push himself up from the couch. The pain through his shoulder and the weakness from the fever stopped him from making it more than a few inches off the pillow.
“Sam, just stay still for now. I’m gonna get everything gathered up and then I’ll take ya.”
“But….what about Drake?”
“I don’t give damn about what happens to him. Right now my main concern is you. We’ll get you to the hospital and fill in the sheriff about what’s going on. Jody’ll help us.”
“Bobby…”
“This isn’t up for discussion boy. Just sit back and rest as best ya can while I get the car pulled to the door.”
“Be careful.”
“I’ve got my shotgun. I think I can handle things, Sam.”
Sam watched Bobby leave the room and head towards the car. His shoulder was killing him and his whole body ached from the obvious infection. He had no idea where Drake had gotten too after the fight in the panic room. “God, can this get any worse…”
The moment Bobby came back to drag him to the car, he regretted those words. Every step sent pain skyrocketing through his shoulder and caused his head to spin. But Bobby was there through all of it, trying to sooth and calm Sam as much as possible. If Sam hadn’t been in so much agony, he would’ve smiled at the sight.
As bad as moving out of the house was, the real trouble began when the pair hit the porch…
A rustling sound echoed from the side of the junkyard. Neither of the hunters paid it any notice; their focus remained on getting Sam tucked comfortably into the car. The pair was a few feet away from the car, when the rustling noise turned into much more.
The first bullet whizzed past their heads and dug into the rusting metal of the old car. Bobby went on the alert, practically dragging Sam to the car. More bullets followed. Sam was vaguely aware the fact they appeared to be coming from behind some of the junked cars and that Drake had originally been carrying a shotgun.
Sam and Bobby did their best to keep their heads down and dodge their way to the car. Sam could feel the victory; the car was practically within reach. He steadied himself to take the last few steps to the door. Suddenly he was falling towards the gravel; his legs buckled and blood began to soak through his jeans.
The last thing he felt was Bobby’s strong hands around his chest before the world went black.
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“Son of a bitch!”
Dean looked down at his shirt and leather jacket, both of which were soaked in blood. Thankfully it all belonged to the rebellious angel lying in the mud. Dean and Castiel tracked down the pack of rogue angels fairly easily. The little group’s leader, however, had decided to put up a fight. It ended with Dean earning a slit lip and the angel receiving a blade through his chest. After seeing their leader effortlessly slain by Castiel, the reluctant followers quickly fell into line behind Cas. Dean just wished they had decided that before their buddy died bloody all over his clothes.
“I am sorry you ruined your shirt, Dean,” Castiel said.
“Yeah….well….don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you rounded them up before they did much damage.”
“Yes. Their insubordination will be dealt with, but their cooperation has made this much smoother than it could have gone. I thank you for your help.”
“Any time, Cas.” Dean walked over to the Impala and popped the trunk. He dug into his duffel bag, pulling out a clean t-shirt and flannel. The soiled shirts come off with a sickening squishing noise. He throws on the new clothes and leaves his leather jacket in the trunk to wash later.
He turned back to speak to Cas, but the angel was already gone. Dean smiled and shook his head. He closed the trunk and headed towards the driver’s seat. He was about to sit when his phone started to ring from inside his jean pocket. The screen lit up with Bobby’s name.
“Come on,” Dean muttered to himself before answering. “Can’t you two play nice for one freaking day?”
“Dean…”
Bobby’s tone was not what Dean had expected. Gone was the anger and bitterness. “What’s going on, Bobby?”
“It’s Sam…”
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A beeping sound assaulted his ears. His eyes remained closed, but he could sense the bright lights around him. His head felt fuzzy, and his body felt weighed down. Something lay across his mouth. With his eyes still shut, Sam sluggishly reached towards the offending object, only to be stopped half way there. “Mhmmm…”
“Sam? Ya with me, kid? Come on…”
The words were all the encouragement Sam needed to pry his eyes open. The bright lights of the sterile room sent agony through his head, and a whimper escaped his lips.
“Damn it…” No sooner had Sam heard the words did he hear the scuffling of boots on linoleum. The lights were dimmed, causing Sam to sigh in relief and open his eyes once again.
“Thank,” he mumbled. His voice sounded haggard and worn. Bobby quickly reached for the ice water by the bed. He carefully moved the oxygen mask over so that Sam could drink from the cup. “Thanks, Bobby.”
“No problem. How ya feelin?”
“Like crap…but better…I guess. What happened?”
“You remember me draggin’ ya to the car?” Sam nodded. “Well, your friend Drake showed up with his shotgun. He got ya in the leg before I could get ya in the car. You lost a lot of blood on the way to the hospital. But they patched ya up.”
“Did….did Drake hit you anywhere?” Sam asked with a great deal of worry.
Bobby huffed out a laugh. “I just told ya you have a gunshot wound in your leg to add to the stab wound in your shoulder….and you ask me if I’m ok? Unbelievable…”
“I’m sorry, Bobby. I just…”
“Sam…” Bobby leaned forward in his chair so that he could lay his hand on Sam’s good shoulder. “You have no reason to apologize. None of this is your fault. I’m not mad at you.”
“But, after everything…”
“It’s ok, Sam. Don’t worry about any of that. It’s in the past, kid.”
“Really?” Sam looked so scared, and Bobby was once again reminded of the Sam he had first met all those years ago.
“Yeah.” Bobby reached up and ruffled Sam’s long hair. “I’m still not cutting ya out kid. Don’t you forget that.”
Sam tried to speak, but was at a loss for words. Instead he nodded his head and smiled gratefully at Bobby.
“Now, just get some rest. I’ll let the doc know ya woke up. And don’t worry about that bastard. I called Sheriff Mills; she knows you have a hunter after you. She’s looking out for him. And your brother is on his way. I called him when you were taken in the ER.”
“You shouldn’t…”
“Sam, don’t worry about it. Just get some sleep.”
Sam nodded and closed his eyes. He really didn’t want to sleep, but it quickly overcame him.
He woke hours later. The lights were still dimmed and the moonlight cast a soft glow through the window blinds. The oxygen mask had been replaced by a nasal cannula. His mouth and throat still felt dry, and the water sitting on the bedside table looked extremely appealing. He attempted to reach for it, but his shoulder protested. He ended up back against the pillows whimpering.
“Sshh…” Hands gently tried to sooth away the pain. “I’ve got you, Sammy.”
“Dean?”
“Hey kiddo. Here,” Dean handed Sam a cup of water and helped him drink. “Take it easy.”
“Thanks,” Sam mumbled. The small movement had already exhausted him.
“Go back to sleep. Bobby and I will be here when you wake up.” Dean ran his hand through Sam’s hair. The combination of the words and the soothing ministrations quickly had Sam falling back to sleep.
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Note: I'm in need of some betas! LOL. I've signed up for the SPN Gen BigBang and the SPN Cinema challenges. If anyone is interested, please let me know! Also, there should be a few more chapters on this fic. I'm debating about starting to write a story with Ben set after 6x14 :)
Rating: pg-13 for some violence and language
Warnings: Spoilers for season 6
Word Count: ~2300
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: Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed! I was really excited by the response this has gotten so far!
He could just make out the sounds of yelling and banging before he fell into the bliss of darkness.
Cold hands pressed down against his fevered skin. Fear flooded through his system as memories began to assault his exhausted mind. He tried to turn away, but the hands only gripped him tighter. A voice finally filtered through the panic. “Sam! Come on kiddo!”
Sam’s eyes flew open, but took little notice of his surroundings at first. “Sam….It’s me…Bobby…”
Sam’s eyesight finally cleared enough so that he could see the concerned face of Bobby swimming in front of his face. “Sam?” He soon realized it was Bobby’s hands pressing down on his chest, keeping him from rolling off of the couch. “You with me kid?”
“Yeah,” Sam moaned. He cleared his throat and ended up throwing himself into a coughing fit. Bobby quickly slid a water bottle into his hands and guided it to his lips. After a few minutes, Sam was able to settle back onto the pillows of the couch. “Thanks.”
Bobby nodded in acknowledgement. “So, you wanna tell me what your ass was doin’ down in the panic room with that bastard?”
“Drake…”
“Excuse me?”
“His name is Drake,” Sam solemnly said, turning his head down and away from Bobby.
“He volunteer that information boy?”
“I remembered it.” Sam brought his eyes back up to meet Bobby’s. The older hunter looked worn and worried, neither of which Sam had expected. “I heard a crash while I was sleeping, so I went to check it out. I found him still in the chair, but it was tipped over. He looked unconscious, and I thought he had hurt himself. So I went over to him to check…only I didn’t check the ropes first. He jumped me before I had the chance to realize he was faking.”
“You recognized him this time?”
“No.” Sam ran his through his sweat-dampened hair. “He, um, when he started punching me, he started to explain why. He told me him and his son hunted with Samuel and me awhile back. I apparently used his son as bait for a Succubus. It figured it out before we killed it and tore into his son pretty bad. After he started talking, I started to remember it a little more. It still isn’t too clear, but I remembered his name before he decided to go for my knife and carve into me.”
A sad smile graced Bobby’s face as he sat down on the edge of the couch by Sam’s head. “Got ya pretty good.” He gently checked around the bandage he had applied to Sam’s shoulder. Blood was already starting to soak through the think gauze and stitches, causing Bobby to mentally curse.
“Did you get him?” The words came out weaker than Sam had intended. To Bobby, it made Sam seem all of the three year old he had first seen clinging to his big brother’s leg all those years ago.
“No, Sam. I heard you yellin’ and ran down to the room. But he pushed passed me before I could grab him. Knew you had to be hurt to let him go like that. Sorry, kiddo.”
Sam nodded. “Not your fault. It’s all my fault. If I…”
“Now hold it right there ya idgit!” Sam stopped and stared up at Bobby with wide eyes. “You can’t change what ya did last year. It wasn’t you, boy. You know that. It may have been wearing your face, but that’s as far as it went. Now get that through your head right now. That…thing…from the past year, it wouldn’t’ have gone in that room to help Drake. Sam, you did. And as much as it scares the hell outta me, that’s just who you are. Ya better remember that.”
Sam couldn’t speak around the emotions clogging his throat. A few tears slid down his face, but Bobby didn’t draw any attention to them. “Thanks,” Sam eventually rasped out.
Bobby patted Sam’s uninjured shoulder. “How’s your shoulder feelin?”
“It hurts pretty bad.”
“I want ya to take some pills then get some rest. I’ll come back in a couple of hours to check in on ya.” Sam tried to push up from the couch, but pain stabbed through his shoulder. “Now I just told your ass to rest!”
“But what about Drake?”
“Let me worry about that Sam. I’m gonna lock you down in here then go through the rest of the house. But I’m thinkin’ he made it outside. Just get some sleep bud.”
Sam didn’t need to be told any more. As soon as the pills hit his throat and his head hit the pillows, he was out like a light. Bobby pulled up the blankets and let his hand run through Sam’s hair. He smiled fondly at the sleeping hunter before walking out of the room.
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He felt cold and shaky when he woke hours later. Bobby was by his side again, only this time his hands were at his forehead. “What’s going on?” Sam slurred more than said, as he was unable to completely shake sleep.
“You’ve got a fever bud,” Bobby gently said. “I’m worried your shoulder is infected. I’ve tried to clean it up, but it isn’t looking too good, Sam.”
Sam nodded his head to show he understood what Bobby was saying. The movement made him a little dizzy and it took a few minutes to completely shake the feeling. Bobby sat with him the whole time, a worried expression gracing his face. “I think this is out of my league kid. We’re gonna have to get you to the hospital.”
“No,” Sam said as he tried to push himself up from the couch. The pain through his shoulder and the weakness from the fever stopped him from making it more than a few inches off the pillow.
“Sam, just stay still for now. I’m gonna get everything gathered up and then I’ll take ya.”
“But….what about Drake?”
“I don’t give damn about what happens to him. Right now my main concern is you. We’ll get you to the hospital and fill in the sheriff about what’s going on. Jody’ll help us.”
“Bobby…”
“This isn’t up for discussion boy. Just sit back and rest as best ya can while I get the car pulled to the door.”
“Be careful.”
“I’ve got my shotgun. I think I can handle things, Sam.”
Sam watched Bobby leave the room and head towards the car. His shoulder was killing him and his whole body ached from the obvious infection. He had no idea where Drake had gotten too after the fight in the panic room. “God, can this get any worse…”
The moment Bobby came back to drag him to the car, he regretted those words. Every step sent pain skyrocketing through his shoulder and caused his head to spin. But Bobby was there through all of it, trying to sooth and calm Sam as much as possible. If Sam hadn’t been in so much agony, he would’ve smiled at the sight.
As bad as moving out of the house was, the real trouble began when the pair hit the porch…
A rustling sound echoed from the side of the junkyard. Neither of the hunters paid it any notice; their focus remained on getting Sam tucked comfortably into the car. The pair was a few feet away from the car, when the rustling noise turned into much more.
The first bullet whizzed past their heads and dug into the rusting metal of the old car. Bobby went on the alert, practically dragging Sam to the car. More bullets followed. Sam was vaguely aware the fact they appeared to be coming from behind some of the junked cars and that Drake had originally been carrying a shotgun.
Sam and Bobby did their best to keep their heads down and dodge their way to the car. Sam could feel the victory; the car was practically within reach. He steadied himself to take the last few steps to the door. Suddenly he was falling towards the gravel; his legs buckled and blood began to soak through his jeans.
The last thing he felt was Bobby’s strong hands around his chest before the world went black.
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“Son of a bitch!”
Dean looked down at his shirt and leather jacket, both of which were soaked in blood. Thankfully it all belonged to the rebellious angel lying in the mud. Dean and Castiel tracked down the pack of rogue angels fairly easily. The little group’s leader, however, had decided to put up a fight. It ended with Dean earning a slit lip and the angel receiving a blade through his chest. After seeing their leader effortlessly slain by Castiel, the reluctant followers quickly fell into line behind Cas. Dean just wished they had decided that before their buddy died bloody all over his clothes.
“I am sorry you ruined your shirt, Dean,” Castiel said.
“Yeah….well….don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you rounded them up before they did much damage.”
“Yes. Their insubordination will be dealt with, but their cooperation has made this much smoother than it could have gone. I thank you for your help.”
“Any time, Cas.” Dean walked over to the Impala and popped the trunk. He dug into his duffel bag, pulling out a clean t-shirt and flannel. The soiled shirts come off with a sickening squishing noise. He throws on the new clothes and leaves his leather jacket in the trunk to wash later.
He turned back to speak to Cas, but the angel was already gone. Dean smiled and shook his head. He closed the trunk and headed towards the driver’s seat. He was about to sit when his phone started to ring from inside his jean pocket. The screen lit up with Bobby’s name.
“Come on,” Dean muttered to himself before answering. “Can’t you two play nice for one freaking day?”
“Dean…”
Bobby’s tone was not what Dean had expected. Gone was the anger and bitterness. “What’s going on, Bobby?”
“It’s Sam…”
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A beeping sound assaulted his ears. His eyes remained closed, but he could sense the bright lights around him. His head felt fuzzy, and his body felt weighed down. Something lay across his mouth. With his eyes still shut, Sam sluggishly reached towards the offending object, only to be stopped half way there. “Mhmmm…”
“Sam? Ya with me, kid? Come on…”
The words were all the encouragement Sam needed to pry his eyes open. The bright lights of the sterile room sent agony through his head, and a whimper escaped his lips.
“Damn it…” No sooner had Sam heard the words did he hear the scuffling of boots on linoleum. The lights were dimmed, causing Sam to sigh in relief and open his eyes once again.
“Thank,” he mumbled. His voice sounded haggard and worn. Bobby quickly reached for the ice water by the bed. He carefully moved the oxygen mask over so that Sam could drink from the cup. “Thanks, Bobby.”
“No problem. How ya feelin?”
“Like crap…but better…I guess. What happened?”
“You remember me draggin’ ya to the car?” Sam nodded. “Well, your friend Drake showed up with his shotgun. He got ya in the leg before I could get ya in the car. You lost a lot of blood on the way to the hospital. But they patched ya up.”
“Did….did Drake hit you anywhere?” Sam asked with a great deal of worry.
Bobby huffed out a laugh. “I just told ya you have a gunshot wound in your leg to add to the stab wound in your shoulder….and you ask me if I’m ok? Unbelievable…”
“I’m sorry, Bobby. I just…”
“Sam…” Bobby leaned forward in his chair so that he could lay his hand on Sam’s good shoulder. “You have no reason to apologize. None of this is your fault. I’m not mad at you.”
“But, after everything…”
“It’s ok, Sam. Don’t worry about any of that. It’s in the past, kid.”
“Really?” Sam looked so scared, and Bobby was once again reminded of the Sam he had first met all those years ago.
“Yeah.” Bobby reached up and ruffled Sam’s long hair. “I’m still not cutting ya out kid. Don’t you forget that.”
Sam tried to speak, but was at a loss for words. Instead he nodded his head and smiled gratefully at Bobby.
“Now, just get some rest. I’ll let the doc know ya woke up. And don’t worry about that bastard. I called Sheriff Mills; she knows you have a hunter after you. She’s looking out for him. And your brother is on his way. I called him when you were taken in the ER.”
“You shouldn’t…”
“Sam, don’t worry about it. Just get some sleep.”
Sam nodded and closed his eyes. He really didn’t want to sleep, but it quickly overcame him.
He woke hours later. The lights were still dimmed and the moonlight cast a soft glow through the window blinds. The oxygen mask had been replaced by a nasal cannula. His mouth and throat still felt dry, and the water sitting on the bedside table looked extremely appealing. He attempted to reach for it, but his shoulder protested. He ended up back against the pillows whimpering.
“Sshh…” Hands gently tried to sooth away the pain. “I’ve got you, Sammy.”
“Dean?”
“Hey kiddo. Here,” Dean handed Sam a cup of water and helped him drink. “Take it easy.”
“Thanks,” Sam mumbled. The small movement had already exhausted him.
“Go back to sleep. Bobby and I will be here when you wake up.” Dean ran his hand through Sam’s hair. The combination of the words and the soothing ministrations quickly had Sam falling back to sleep.
Next Chapter
Note: I'm in need of some betas! LOL. I've signed up for the SPN Gen BigBang and the SPN Cinema challenges. If anyone is interested, please let me know! Also, there should be a few more chapters on this fic. I'm debating about starting to write a story with Ben set after 6x14 :)