Honey-Trapped 9/?
Chapter 9
After Sam had left, Dean and Bobby just sat there both not sure what to do now.
Before, Bobby had been ready to go to sleep but now he was wide awake.
"Want to watch some TV?" Dean asked, fiddling with the remote. His book lay forgotten on the table right next the the one Sam had left behind.
"Sure." Bobby answered because anything was better than to sit here in silence, wondering what Sam and this Benny cop guy were up to in the middle of the night.
The TV flickered to life and they both turned to face the screen but Bobby was sure that Dean paid as much attention as him to what was going on.
"He's not in trouble, is he?" Bobby asked as casually as possible without looking at Dean.
"Sam? Na." Dean shrugged it off but Bobby couldn't shake off the feeling that Dean had at least a general idea what this was about.
"Probably some law stuff." Dean added after a moment. "Sam's company is consulting some businesses Benny's folks own."
"That sounds like mafia." Bobby said only half joking. For some reason Dean did find it funny, though.
"Something like that."
"What kind of businesses?" Bobby asked over Dean's chuckle.
"A blood bank and a bar, those are the ones I know of." Dean made a vague gesture to indicated that there was probably more.
"And they need emergency consulting at this time of the night?" Bobby raised an eyebrow at him.
"It's more likely a case Benny is working on." Dean pondered. "Or he just needs him to get rid of a body." He added with a grin.
"Thought you want me to like him." Bobby muttered.
"I do." Dean sobered up. "Sam is a good man and I love him. This is the man I want to spent the rest of my life with, so yeah, I want you two to get along."
Bobby hmmed to that.
"And you did get along today." Dean pointed out. "Don't deny it, you two had fun together. I watched you on the tour and later in the store, on the balcony."
"We may have some common interests." Bobby agreed solemnly. That was the problem. On one hand there was the Sam he got to know over the last few days. A guy he could actually like with a fine sense of humor and an interest in history and odd topics just like his own. A guy that made Dean smile in a way Bobby hadn't seen in a long time.
On the other hand, this was the guy who had no qualms buying a human being.
"Forget what he did." Dean said as if he knew exactly what Bobby was thinking. Which wasn't hard because the same old thoughts had been running circles in his mind since Dean had told him about what had happened to him. "Judge him based on what he's doing now and not on what he's done in the past."
"It's not that easy." Bobby let out a sigh. He felt like a broken record but somebody had to keep in mind what Sam had done.
"Never said it would be easy." Dean agreed and stood up. "Want a beer?"
It looked like this was going to be a long night. Neither of them intended to go to bed before Sam was back, they didn't say it out loud but that much was clear.
"Sure." Bobby agreed to the beer. It would at least give him something to do.
They watched TV and drank their beer and even a second one but not more. Getting drunk didn't seem like a good idea.
It was almost two in the morning when the sound of the elevator startled Bobby out of his dazed state. He had been on the brink of drifting off to sleep but now he sat up straight, eyes on the doors of the elevator.
Next to him Dean was on his feet in an instant. He shifted from one foot to the other as if he wanted to sprint forward but stayed in his place until the doors opened and two men stepped out.
Then Dean was at their side in a heartbeat.
"What happened?" The question was addressed to both men but at least Sam didn't seem to be in the condition to answer.
Bobby followed him a bit slower, taking in the scene in front of him.
A man Bobby didn't know more or less carried Sam out of the elevator. He had Sam's right arm slung over his shoulder and his own arm around Sam's waist.
"Is that blood?" Bobby asked, stepping closer. There were dark strains on Sam's shirt and the front of his jeans as if he'd wiped his hands there. Even without the telltale smell of copper Bobby would have been sure that it was blood. If it was Sam's or somebody else's he couldn't tell.
Sam didn't lift his head and the hair hid his face so Bobby wasn't even sure if Sam was conscious. He did lift his feet when the man coaxed him forward, though.
The other man looked worse for wear as well. He was steady on his feet but had strains on his clothes and hands as well.
"Sammy?" With both hands gently on Sam's face Dean lifted his head to have a look at him. "Benny, what happened?" The last part was addressed to the man who kept on dragging Sam towards the next chair.
So this was the famous Benny, Bobby thought.
The man dropped Sam in the chair and then stood face to face with Bobby. A stocky man with a blond beard and piercing blue eyes. He knew that because the piercing stare was on him now. For a second they just stared each other down, trying to figure out if the other one was a threat. But then Sam moaned and said something slurred that could have been "Dean" and with that the moment was over.
"I'm here." Dean assured him and crouched down in front of Sam to look him in the eye. "Where are you hurt?"
"Shouldn't he be in a hospital?" Bobby asked, giving the man a glare of his own.
"And you are?"
"Bobby Singer." He introduced himself with his arms crossed over his chest.
Something like recognition flashed over Benny's face and his eyes flickered over to Dean who ignored the stand off right next to him. He had his hands under Sam's shirt, searching for injuries while he spoke softly to him.
"Dean's surrogate father." Benny said with a nod and held out his hand. "Benny Lafitte."
Bobby hadn't expected the man to know him so he took the offered hand more out of reflex than anything else.
"What happened?" Bobby repeated the question and at that Dean looked at Benny as well.
"I hadn't expected her to stick around." He said and rubbed his beard. "I just wanted Sam to have a look at the scene when she jumped him. Thought he was hunting in her grounds or something like that." He kept his words as vaguely as possible and Bobby wasn't sure if that was because he was talking about an ongoing investigation or if this was because of his audience.
"Aren't there rules about that?" Dean seemed to know exactly what Benny was talking about.
"She wasn't from here and didn't know how things are handled around here." Benny said.
"Did you at least arrest her?" Bobby cut in.
"Pretty sure she skipped town by now. We're looking for her." Benny said and Bobby believed the first part. The looking for her, however, that sounded like bullshit.
"You know." Benny said with a fond smile at Sam's hunched over form. "You always think the emo suckers are wimps and then they kick your ass. She knocked me down but Sam sent her running."
"Yeah, I know. I told him once that he has lame superpowers but he's totally Batman." Dean said hoarsely, a steady hand on Sam's chest to keep him from doubling over.
Bobby didn't know where Benny got the emo thing from. When he looked at Sam, the last thing coming to mind was emo.
"I'm taking him upstairs to clean him up." Dean announced when he'd made sure that Sam was in no immediate danger. Bobby still didn't know how bad it was but Dean wasn't freaking out so it couldn't be too bad. And Benny would have brought Sam to the ER if necessary, right? Benny was a cop after all and Sam was his friend.
So far Sam hadn't said a word and Bobby wasn't sure if he even knew where he was but neither Dean nor Benny seemed particularly worried.
Bobby and Benny watched Dean guiding Sam up the stairs. He was there enough to climb the stairs without too many problems but he was leaning heavily on Dean.
Bobby thought he'd heard Dean say: "The length you go to get laid, man." but it was so low that he wasn't sure if he'd heard correctly.
Next to him Benny let out a soft huff that almost counted as a laugh.
Then Bobby was alone with Benny and had no idea what to do next. He wanted to go after Dean and Sam to make sure that Sam was alright but he couldn't leave this stranger here all by himself.
"Don't worry." Benny said when the door upstairs closed, cutting off the last noises. "It's not bad. He got it worse when John had laid into him."
"John?" Bobby turned to face him. He must have misheard. Or Benny was talking about another John.
"Dean's dad?" Benny confirmed that they were talking about the same John.
"What do you know about that?" Sure he was Sam's friend and Sam might have told him some stuff but Bobby had been there. John had attacked Dean in his house and John had bled out on his floor. And for sure Sam had been nowhere in sight.
"Dean called me." Benny said it as if it should be obvious. "When he thought that Sam was dead."
"That's bull." Bobby blurted out. "Sam wasn't even there."
For a second they were back to staring at each other but this time Benny didn't try to intimidate him. It was more like Benny tried to read something in his expression.
"They didn't tell you." He finally said, rubbing a hand over his beard and Bobby fought the urge to do the same.
"What didn't they tell me?" Maybe now he would get some answers. At least Benny was admitting that there was something to tell.
"When John came for Dean, Sam was there." Benny finally said, carefully measuring his words. "He got hurt pretty bad."
Bobby hadn't been there, he'd still been stuck in the hospital at that time, but he did remember calling Dean for days afterwards but all he got was Sam. A pretty healthy sounding Sam who had told him over and over again that Dean was sleeping, that he was resting, that he couldn't come to the phone right now.
And later, when they had picked him up from the hospital they both had been fine.
"Even if he had been there." And he highly doubted it. "Dean had been the one bedridden after that, not Sam."
Now Benny turned away and if Bobby didn't know better he would have sworn that the other man was blushing.
"I bet." Benny muttered under his breath. He awkwardly cleared his throat before he spoke again. "I wasn't there, maybe Sam was just telling war stories, I don't know."
Bobby wasn't sure what to make out of that so he said nothing.
"It's getting late, I should head home." Benny started walking towards the elevator slow enough that it didn't count as a hasty retreat. "You should go to bed as well, you won't see either of them before morning anyway."
Before Bobby could ask for an explanation the doors of the elevator closed and he was alone.
"Balls."
Chapter 10
Masterpost