likely_evil | Looking for safety with Bobby

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Looking for safety with Bobby - rp for maninflannel

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Sam had left Ruby at the church and fled as fast as his form could take him until he couldn't go any further. The sun was really starting to rise now, and he knew people were going to find out what he did and then they were going to hunt him.

He was scared and he had to hide. He found a motel and slipped through the window of a room that had no one in it at the moment. He sat on the toilet seat and picked the stained glass out of his feet and then took a long shower. When he was drying his hair, he could see the two bullet holes in his chest that were starting to bleed again. There was some things from the people who were staying there and he was able to put a washcloth over each one, and then wrap an ace bandage around his chest.

New clothes were next. The man had a pair of sweatpants and a tee-shirt that just fit him, so he put it on. He was looking for shoes when he heard a key in the door and he ran out the window before the person coming in could see him.

Sam was getting hungry but he knew he couldn't go into town. The news would tell them what he had done and then they would call the cops. The cops were not good people to him. He had hurt one of them. They would want to hurt him too.

Instead he kept moving, going from place to place until the sun started to set and he found himself somewhere familiar. He could smell food cooking and he knew that Bobby would feed him even if he was a bad thing. Maybe Bobby wouldn't call Dean and could keep his secret. But he couldn't get into the place as he tried to find a way in and finally just went to the kitchen door and started to knock quickly.

"Bobby... please let me in!"

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Bobby had been pacing the house. He had been pacing the house since the moment he had heard of what had gone down. At first he couldn't be sure that it had been Sam, but something deep inside terrified him that it was. And some of the facts couldn't show otherwise. He still couldn't believe it, not until he was certain.

The certainty came with a phone call from Dean, and Bobby's heart broke. He was angry and scared and worried all at once. He was trying to come up with all the things he could have done to prevent what had happened...to prevent Sam becoming...

So he was pacing. Reading. Calling people. Anything he could to find Sam.

And when he heard the noise at his door, he went running. He flung the door open and looked the boy over, wide eyed. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hit Sam, yell at him, hug him, or turn him away.

He knew Sam was still in there somewhere, his boy. This wasn't just a demon. It was Sam. And until it came to rock bottom, he couldn't turn his back on either of his boys.

"Oh Sammy..."

Sam was scared. He hadn't been this scared since he just got out of the pit and didn't know anything but a word. Dean. But he had remembered a lot since that word.

And he knew Bobby was a safe place. It always had been safe. But it was also Dean's safe place and Dean wasn't safe. Not when Sam was a bad thing. But Sam knew Bobby would still be safe if he was a bad thing as long as he wasn't a bad thing to Bobby.

"Can I come in? I'm hungry." He bit his lip, hoping Bobby said it was ok.

Bobby watched Sam a moment, then stepped outside the door to look around, see if anyone was following. He pulled Sam inside.

"Yeah, yeah, get in here," he said gruffly.

No one was following. Sam was good at hiding. Very good at hiding. He came into the room and looked around, hugging his arms close to his chest.

"I'm sorry I haven't been here more," he said, because it had been awhile since he had visited Bobby.

Bobby wanted to chew the boy out, but he knew it wouldn't do much good. If anything it'd only scare Sam away, and Bobby didn't want him to take off. He sighed.

"Don't worry 'bout it. Sit down. Whaddya want t'eat?"

Sam looked around, then curled up a bit in a kitchen chair. "Do you have mac and cheese?" he asked, watching Bobby with sad hazel eyes.

Bobby nodded. "Course I do. Just relax, alright?" He turned and started a pot of water boiling with a long sigh. He needed to call Dean, but he needed to make sure Sam was okay first. And make sure Sam would stick around.

Sam nodded and slowly crossed his arms and lowered them and his head to the table. "I have to return these clothes. I was cold and sticky."

Bobby glanced over his shoulder, hesitating. He really didn't like this. He took a breath and spoke carefully.

"We...we can take care'a that."

"Can you also help me get them out? I tried but I can't reach them."

Sam opened the jacket and the shirt was starting to show two bloodspots from where the bullets were still in his chest. "It stings."

"Jesus, boy." Bobby grabbed a chair and sat next to Sam, pulling his shirt away to get a look at the wounds.

Sam held the shirt up and Bobby would be able to see the two bullet holes that were scabbed and the skin red and hot from infection. There were also a few bruises and cuts from the gang fight.

"Don't tell Dean. Please."

Bobby shook his head. "We gotta get you cleaned up, son." He got to his feet and went to grab some medical supplies from the bathroom, then came back in and sat beside him again.

Sam carefully took off his shirt and then the ace bandage he had been using as a covering.

"They hurt me first," he said softly, as if it justified it all. Everyone who had died had attacked him first, from the first gang member to the priest.

He gave Sam a look. "What've I always told you about bein' the bigger man?"

"I was mad. I forgot," he said softly.

Bobby reached out and started work on getting Sam cleaned up. "This ain't gonna feel good," he warned.

"I'll be ok if you go fast." Sam gripped the edge of the chair. "Like a bandaid."

"A'right." He wet the cloth and went at Sam's wounds, trying to fix him up as quick as possible.

Sam whimpered and grit his teeth, looking at the ceiling. His eyes started to tear, then they turned black. He barely kept control of his strength and the wood of the seat started to splinter in his fingertips.

"It's okay, calm down," Bobby said gently. "Remember we used to sing that song when you were a kid and I was patchin' ya up?"

"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer..."

"Ninty nine bottles of beer..." Sam tried to sing in a shaky, pained voice. "Dean takes one down and then he's smacked the the ground and then there's only ninty eight bottle of beer on the wall..."

Bobby nodded with a small smirk. "Exactly." He pulled back after a bit. "There. All done."

Sam had gotten up to 57 bottles of beer and then he took a deep breath, looking down at the bandages on his chest now. "It feels much better now," he said, nodding.

Bobby sighed and nodded. "Good. How 'bout gettin' some food in ya?"

He got up and went back to the pot.

Looking for safety with Bobby - rp for maninflannel

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