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Chapter 24; No show John... John and Bobby talk...
Topic Started: May 1 2011, 01:22 PM (95 Views)
Crissi Marie
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Chapter 24

A few minutes later Dean trampled down the stairs and rushed into the kitchen but before Dean could say anything Bobby handed him an apple.

As Dean munched on the apple he asked Bobby what he was doing.

"I'm squeezing oranges what does it look like?" Bobby said sarcastically.

"Why?" Dean asked curiously.

"I'm hoping Sammy will drink it. It will be good for him." Bobby told him absentmindedly as he continued to cut up and squeeze the oranges.

"Then he will drink it." Dean stated firmly.

"Dean… Your dad called a little bit ago." Bobby said with a quick glance before he looked away.

"Why?" Dean asked instantly feeling little surges of anger.

"He wants to talk to you." Bobby replied as he chanced another glance at Dean.

Dean let out a breath as he bit his lip and then silently counted to ten before he snapped, "Me, huh? Not his sick kid… but me? Well, tell him to go fu…"

"Dean." Bobby chided and then said softly, "I told him he couldn't talk to Sammy without clearing it with you. If you let him then he can see Sammy."

Several different expressions crossed his face before he whispered, "He really wanted to see him?" almost afraid to hope for a positive answer.

"He said he spent all night thinking and then he went to the hospital and talked to the doctors. I think he really feels like shit." Bobby told him quietly.

Dean's lips thinned into a flat line and then he snapped, "Good."

"Dean… will you talk to him? At least hear what he has to say and then if you're still pissed tell him to walk." Bobby said with a shrug as he purposely looked away to give him time to digest everything.

"And then what? We go into foster care and they separate us?" Dean growled pissed he was being put into the situation to even have to consider the option. "Not fucking happening." He shook his head to the negative.

"Of course not, you idgit. I have papers saying you two are my nephews. You'd stay with me." Bobby said with finality.

Dean stared at Bobby before he asked softly afraid to hope the answer could be that easy, "You'd do that?"

"Hell ya idgit, I'm doing it now." Bobby said laying down the knife as he looked Dean in the eye.

Dean grinned at Bobby before he clarified, "So if I say no go…"

"Then he will leave." Bobby said firmly.

"He agreed to that?" Dean asked surprised.

"He heard it… and if it becomes necessary he will comply." Bobby said flatly.

"I guess you need to call him?" Dean muttered finally conceding to the terms.

"Naw, he'll be here in about 30 minutes. I told him to wait on the porch we'd meet him out there." Bobby raised an eyebrow as he waited for Dean's response.

"How'd you know I'd agree?" Dean wondered aloud.

"Dean." Bobby said his name like Dean should know the answer to that question.

Dean shook his head and smiled as he threw the apple core in the trash.

"When do you plan on sleeping or taking your medicine for that matter?" Bobby asked when he decided it would be beneficial to change the subject.

"I'm fine." Dean said quickly as he looked away.

"Sure you are kid." Bobby retorted as he shook his head.

Dean grinned at him but his eyes were sad as he looked at Bobby before he turned and went silently in the living room to watch out the window for his dad. He was kind of leery about the meeting with his father.

Did he really want to work it out or was he coming to exert his authority? Show him who the boss was? He really wanted it to be about Sammy; not a pissing contest between them. Twenty five minutes later had Dean pacing back and forth in front of the window and by forty minutes later he threw his hands in the air and headed back to the kitchen.

"He here?" Bobby asked, looking up from the table where he was currently looking at a book.

"Have you heard the 'pala?" Dean asked crankily.

"No." Bobby acknowledged.

Dean shrugged as he took out a Pepsi from the fridge. "I'm going upstairs. He bothers to show up tell him he had his chance. He fucked it up." He said as he took a swig out of the can.

"Aren't you going to hear him out? He might have a good reason for being late." Bobby suggested softly.

"Tell you what. You hear him out." Dean shot back as he stormed out of the kitchen and hurried back upstairs.

It was just like that Christmas when Sammy was eight… and even before he finished his thought his hand absentmindly searched out and clasped his amulet to his chest as he ignored the fact he was doing it with his casted hand. He hadn't shown then either. But at least this time Sammy didn't know.

He walked in the room to hear Sammy light snore. He smiled as he walked over and looked down. Sammy was pressed as close to the edge of the bed as he could get. He crawled in between Sammy and the wall and lay down. He was just going to lay there and listen to Sammy and make sure he didn't fall off the bed.

By the time Bobby came up to get him to talk to John he was asleep. He smiled as he turned to leave the room only to find John standing in the doorway.

He stood there a moment before he pushed John backwards into the hallway and closed the door softly behind him.

John snapped angrily, "You can't keep them from me."

"John… if you don't want to lose both those boys you'll calm your ass down and get back downstairs and outside where I left you." Bobby growled low not wanting to wake the boys.

"I need…" John started but Bobby interrupted him with another shove away from the door.

"Yeah, well. Maybe you should have thought a little more before you opened your mouth and spouted the shit you did and you'd be in there with them instead of out here with me." Bobby declared as he motioned for John to head down the hallway.

"If I could just talk to Dean for a minute?" John asked as he stood his ground.

"I'm not waking him… it's the first time he's really slept since he got here." Bobby braced his legs as he folded his arms across his chest. John would have to go through him to get in that room. After a few seconds of staring at each other Bobby sighed as he told John, "John he waited. You were late." Bobby commented as he once again pushed John along on the way down the stairs.

"I bought the boys some gifts." John admitted while going down the stairs.

"They don't need things. They need their dad." Bobby said in a normal voice now that they were close to the bottom of the stairs.

At the bottom of the stairs John turned around and looked up at Bobby, "Bobby I fucked up. I admit that. But I need to fix this, I can't lose those boys." John turned away quickly and walked over and out the front door.

Bobby followed him out as he said, "Well, you did it up royal. But Dean will eventually forgive you."

"And Sammy?" John asked softly.

"Sammy is the easy one." Bobby commented with a half smile.

John frowned at Bobby as he leaned back against the porch rail and faced Bobby as he sat down in one of the chairs.

"So John why are you radiating guilt?" Bobby asked casually after a few minutes of silence.

"I don't know…" John started to deny.

"Don't give me that shit John. I've known you too damn long." Bobby stated tiredly.

"They tell me my son is dying and there isn't a damn thing I can do about. Hell yeah." He commented after he ran a hand through his hair, "I feel guilty."

"But it's more than that." Bobby commented as he stared John down.

John felt as if Bobby was pursuing him like a dog with a bone. "Get the fuck out of my head Bobby." John snapped.

"Tell me I'm wrong John." Bobby demanded once again folded his arms across his chest.

John looked away before he whispered, "I should have been paying attention."

"Well, probably." Bobby added quickly, "but you're here now. It's a step in the right direction."

John ran his hand again through his hair before he commented sadly, "I'm afraid…" John sighed before he added in barely a whisper, "It's too little, too late."

"No. John, it's not." Bobby told him as he moved into a more casual position.

"Why does it feel like it is? Dammit Bobby. He's eleven." John rubbed a hand across his mouth and then his eyes.

"John… those boys need you strong and they need you here. Knowing that you give a damn." Bobby said flatly.

"I'm doing this for them." John was quick to reply.

"Them… are you sure? I thought it was for revenge." Bobby paused briefly when he received a glare from John before he admitted, "It's why I became a hunter. The helping people came later… after the thirst for revenge died away." He pointed his finger at John. "You still have a strangle hold on the anger."

"I have to keep them safe." John retorted with a passion filled tone.

"By taking them in the middle of it?" Bobby questioned; he had never understood this about John.

"By getting them before they get us." John responded quietly as he looked Bobby in the eye.

"Uh… huh. Have you tried to explain that to the boys?" Bobby finally asked.

"Why?" John asked. A soldier did as a soldier was ordered, period. If you didn't you died.

TBC
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