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Chapter 18; Bobby = warpath
Topic Started: Apr 27 2011, 05:44 PM (92 Views)
Crissi Marie
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Chapter 18

Bobby heard the vehicle long before he saw it. He stormed out the front door to the porch as soon as he recognized the growl of the impala's engine with shotgun in hand. He was going to kill John Winchester and maybe Dean if he didn't have a damn good reason for this betrayal of their youngest.

Bobby laid his shotgun across his folded arms; no pretense of friendliness was evident. It had disappeared when the Winchesters had neglected the young boy they had sworn to love and protect. They had been gone over seven weeks with not one word from them for six and a half weeks. It was bullshit and Bobby was beyond pissed.

John got out of the car with a smile on his face as he closed his car door. When he turned towards the house he spotted the shotgun and his smile was replaced with a frown. "What's going on Bobby?" John asked as he walked to the front of the car and then leaned back against the grill.

"You tell me… and it better be damn good or you can turn that piece of shit around and go back the way you came." Bobby took a couple of steps closer to the edge of the porch.

Bobby noticed movement from the inside of the car and noted Dean's concerned expression but unfortunately he was too pissed to give a shit at the moment.

"We're back." John stated the obvious with a shrug.

Bobby growled something under his breath as he leveled his shotgun at John's chest. Finally after a quick clamp down on his temper he stated in a clear voice, "I'm going to need a little more information than that, John Winchester." He said John's name like it left a bad taste in his mouth.

"I'll think we'll get the boy and leave." John stated as he himself got pissed.

"You step on this porch and I'll fill you so full of buckshot…" Bobby was growling at John when Dean chose that moment to intervene.

He slammed his door shut as he said loudly, "Uncle Bobby." He waited until Bobby was focused on him before he asked, "Where's my brother?" He couldn't help the icy hands of dread that had followed him around since he'd found out how long he'd been out of commission and that Sam still wasn't with them.

Bobby looked down and sighed sadly before he looked back to John, "I tried to call. I have men out looking for you right now. Neither Jim nor Caleb are home to answer their phones."

Dean's sharp intake of breath was audible for all to hear while he scrambled toward Bobby as he repeated, "Where is he?" Panic was now in blasting forward mode to ricochet wildly as it grew exponentially to clasp Dean tightly in its web of fear.

Bobby turned from John to focus on Dean before he asked softly, "Where were you Dean? He needed you to be there. I defended you; I swore to him that you wouldn't abandon him. I never expected to lie to him about something like that."

Dean grabbed Bobby with both hands as he chose to ignore the pain that shot through his left hand and up his arm under his cast. "Uncle Bobby, please."

Both looked at Dean as Bobby propped his rifle against the house. The boy looked rough he noticed for the first time. Pale and stitches over his right eye along with a hell of a bruise that surrounded the cut and down the right side of his face. "You got one minute, boy. Make it count. Because if I don't like what you have to say you both will leave."

Dean nodded his understanding as he dropped his hands he rubbed his cast free hand nervously on his jeans as he told Bobby, "I've been in the hospital… Hell, Bobby I didn't know who, what or where until 4 days ago. I tried to check out then. They wouldn't release me and dad wouldn't let me leave until the tests came back clear. Then I checked out AMA… I tried to call a couple of times on the way. You didn't answer."

"And you John?" Bobby snapped as he glared at John.

John looked ashamed but said nothing as he glanced away.

"U…huh." Bobby said disapprovingly before he focused on Dean once again.

"Please," Dean begged desperately, "Just tell me he's okay."

Bobby looked away towards the stacks of cars. Bobby's eyes focused back on Dean when Dean grabbed his shirt front again. Bobby laid a hand over Dean's as he told him quietly, "He's upstairs."

"Oh… he's pouting then?" John guessed, relieved. John blinked and the gun was yanked up and swung past Dean to fire at John's feet. "What the fuck, Bobby?" John snapped as he landed on the hood of the impala feet in the air.

"Shut the fuck up Winchester before I shoot you in the head you dumb shit." Bobby snarled as he shook his head.

Dean shook Bobby hard as he yelled, "What's wrong with Sammy?"

"The doctors don't know Dean. They can't fix it." Bobby said bluntly.

Dean's face blanked as he froze in shock. He stood there blinking as he tried to hard to figure out what the hell could have happened. He shook his head as if to clear it and then asked, "What? He had the flu… what…" Dean couldn't comprehend what Bobby was saying to him. It just didn't make sense. He gave up trying to process the new information as he pushed at Bobby to try to get passed him.

Bobby grabbed him by one arm and held on, "You need to know a few things first."

Dean stiffened but went still instantly as he looked up and whispered, the fear evident on his face, "What?"

"He keeps loosing weight." Bobby told him quietly.

John smiled as relief flooded through him, "Well, he needed to loose a few…"

"Quit talking John your stupidity is showing." Bobby snarled not bothering to look at John as he stayed focused on Dean.

John's mouth slammed shut as he stood glaring at Bobby.

"How much?" Dean paled considerably as he whispered.

"He weighs less than 100 pounds." Bobby snapped with another glare at John.

"What?" Dean gasped as he did some quick calculations in his head, "That means he's lost over 35 pounds. How the hell is that possible? Isn't he eating?" Dean asked as his voice rose in panic.

John interrupted because he didn't understand what the big deal was and voiced that confusion, "What's the big deal with a few pounds? Dean weighed around that at his age."

"You dumb ass Dean was underweight at his age. Sammy was the weight he should have been for his age. He was healthy." Bobby looked back at Dean as he said, "But it's more than that. He can't keep anything down. So yeah he eats but nothing stays down. His balance is shot, he can't seem to get warm, stomachaches, headaches and his fingernails are tinged blue as he keeps getting weaker." Bobby told them frankly. Maybe then they would understand how serious this really was.

Dean blinked back tears as he asked hoarsely, "But we can fix this, right?" At the silence, Dean barely made a sound as he tried to say, "Uncle Bobby." He wanted someone to tell him this was all some sort of sick joke... but no one was laughing.

Bobby shook his head to the negative, "I'm sorry, boy. They said there's nothing they can do. They ran all the tests…"

Dean staggered back as he looked around frantically as if to find a reason for what was happening while he thought wildly, I should have stayed. He ran a hand through his hair as his focus landed on John. He pointed an accusing finger at John, "This is all your fault." and then he raced past Bobby into the house. He stumbled as he tried to see past his tears that ran freely down his cheeks while he raced up the stairs.

He didn't stop until he was in their room. Leaning against the doorframe to catch his breath he stared into the room searching his little brother out. He was surprised to find Sammy's bed empty. The figure in his bed seemed too small to be his Sammy. He wasn't curled up in his normal ball position either but on his side facing his own bed. He looked too pale with the dark circles predominant on his face. His hair hid one eye as Dean stepped quietly into the room.

He barely moved the bed as he eased himself onto it beside his little brother. A few minutes later he finally reached out and pushed back Sammy's hair to get a better look at him.

TBC


TinyNOTE: I know it's a several week jump, but as I wrote the end of chapter 17 I saw this scene like a movie and…

I wanted to focus more on all of them together getting Sammy better… more than him and Bobby alone as he worsened. It's just done to me this way… besides if I had included everything it would have been some crazy 200+ chapters…

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