Looking for safety with Bobby - rp for maninflannel

[likely_evil]

ooc: follows this

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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[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

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

[likely_evil]

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

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

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

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

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

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

[likely_evil]

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.

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"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..."

[likely_evil]

"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..."

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

[likely_evil]

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.

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

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

He got up and went back to the pot.

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"Yes, please." Sam seemed to perk up a bit at that, reaching for his shirt to put it back on.

"Can I stay here, Bobby? Dean's not going to want me anymore."

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

He frowned and dropped a large bowl of mac and cheese in front of Sam. "Don't be silly, Sam. Dean's always gonna want you. You're his brother."

[likely_evil]

"Am I? I'm a demon. I'm a bad thing. Not a good thing. He wants a good thing for his brother."

Sam picked up the spoon and started to eat.

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

"Things happen. Bad things happen. Doesn't mean he'll stop lovin' ya."

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"He should." Sam said softly. "He should hunt me."

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

"Why?" Yeah, Bobby was pretty sure he knew the answer, but he needed Sam to talk to him.

[likely_evil]

"I'm not Sammy." Sam shook his head. "He doesn't see that."

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

"It's hard for him, he's used to what he's always known."

[likely_evil]

"I should just leave."

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

"No, don't do that. I want ya here."

[likely_evil]

"Dean's going to find me here. He can't find me."

Which was different because Sam wanted to stay here. He asked Bobby but now he knew Dean would find him here and he wanted to stay but Dean... no he had to go.

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

This wasn't good. He needed to call Dean, but leaving the kitchen would surely spook Sam.

"How 'bout we get some rest and I promise not to call Dean tonight?"

He'd keep his promise. Call Dean in the morning.

[likely_evil]

Sam nodded, finishing his meal and looking around. "Can we make a fire? Do you have marshmallows?"

[maninflannel.livejournal.com]

Bobby smiled. "Yeah, we can. I might have some, I'll hafta look."