Stanford era hazing//injury/ assault/ non-con badass/protective Bobby.
When Sam was in Stanford He tried to join a fraternity to get ahead. The hazing got out of control and Sam was sexually assaulted/hurt/injured/traumatized. He can't call Dean or John so he turns to the only family he can. Bobby. Bobby heads straight out to look after him and...I can't stress this enough. Open up a GIGANTIC can of wupass on whoever hurt Sam.
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By the time Sam comes out of the bathroom Bobby has nearly dozed off. Sam looks at him guiltily, like he’s in trouble for being in the bathroom too long; as far as Bobby knows there are no laws against taking a hot shower for longer than 20 minutes. “You ok?” Bobby asks and Sam nods, putting his sling in place. Bobby sighs. “Look, Sam, I know you don’t want to talk about this.”
“Bobby, don’t. I’m fine.”
“The way I see it, that’s bullshit. You’re not even close to fine,” Bobby says. “I had to sign your paperwork remember? I know what happened, Sam,” Bobby says softly. He watches a war of emotions cross Sam’s face - anger, despair, shame. Before he has a chance to yell at him Bobby says “You don’t ever have to tell me about it, ok? Just… tell me who did it.”
He feels like Sam’s brother should be here; Dean would be the only one feeling more murderous than he does. Sam sits down shakily on the other bed. “How do you know about…about what happened.”
He gestures to the two bottles of pills on the bureau. “Painkillers I
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Oh, this was a fantastic hurt/comfort fic and a sickeningly awful situation. It ripped my heart out over and over again and squeezed it and stomped on it. But totally worth it. Sam calling Bobby and Bobby not recognizing Sam's voice for a second but then catching the first plane there. Sam yelling in the hospital for people not to touch him and Bobby storming in and getting him into bed. Bobby trying his best to care for Sam even though he knows Sam needs more than Bobby can give. Gods, I love your Bobby so much here! And I love your jumpy, beaten Sam. Even if my heart kept breaking the whole time.
Okay, and now I kind of want a fic where, years later, Sam & Dean run into someone from that frat who was there that night and Sam freakin retreats into himself to avoid confronting what happened because he never fully dealt with it and Dean can't figure out what's happening to his brother and Bobby's sure as Hell not gonna say.
Annnnd I kinda want to write said follow-up fic... It might have to wait a bit though; I have two papers due this weekend that I haven't even started and 2 finals tomorrow lol
Thanks doll! I totally will write it this summer; I can pretty much guarantee a companion piece. The only person, i think, that could do better on that is mamapranayama (i don't remember how to tag usernames)!
This was so hurty but so good. Poor Sam. :-( Good thing he had the awesomeness that is Bobby. Great fic. <3 And I wholeheartedly second the companion fic idea. XD
I can't believe I never commented on this. Seriously. o.O'
This was fantastically well written, just brutal enough without being overwhelming and completely heart wrenching at the same time. I just love me some badass Bobby!
When Sam was in Stanford He tried to join a fraternity to get ahead. The hazing got out of control and Sam was sexually assaulted/hurt/injured/traumatized. He can't call Dean or John so he turns to the only family he can. Bobby. Bobby heads straight out to look after him and...I can't stress this enough. Open up a GIGANTIC can of wupass on whoever hurt Sam.
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“Bobby, don’t. I’m fine.”
“The way I see it, that’s bullshit. You’re not even close to fine,” Bobby says. “I had to sign your paperwork remember? I know what happened, Sam,” Bobby says softly. He watches a war of emotions cross Sam’s face - anger, despair, shame. Before he has a chance to yell at him Bobby says “You don’t ever have to tell me about it, ok? Just… tell me who did it.”
He feels like Sam’s brother should be here; Dean would be the only one feeling more murderous than he does. Sam sits down shakily on the other bed. “How do you know about…about what happened.”
He gestures to the two bottles of pills on the bureau. “Painkillers I ( ... )
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Okay, and now I kind of want a fic where, years later, Sam & Dean run into someone from that frat who was there that night and Sam freakin retreats into himself to avoid confronting what happened because he never fully dealt with it and Dean can't figure out what's happening to his brother and Bobby's sure as Hell not gonna say.
Amazing fic!
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Thanks for taking the time to write this awesome (7-part!) fic! Best of luck with the coursework.
But if you DID write it... some day... I'd totally flail with happiness! *EG*
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HOLY Crap amazing thank you beautiful.
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This was fantastically well written, just brutal enough without being overwhelming and completely heart wrenching at the same time. I just love me some badass Bobby!
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