Bobby groaned. Idiot boys of his couldn’t figure out what was good for them. Well, Dean couldn’t. Sam, for once, was doing as well as could be expected. He’d woken briefly, a couple of hours into the drive, asked where they were, and gone back to sleep. The next time he’d woken, Bobby saw him press on his hand injury immediately. A quick inquiry as to how he was doing, and Sam had answered that the devil was creeping him out by being too quiet. He’d barely gotten that sentence out before drifting off again. Dean, on the other hand, well grumpy might begin to describe. Might. Bobby supposed he couldn’t blame the kid. The drive from the hospital had been tough on him. At first, he’d tried to twist around to watch Sam breath, but with his leg immobilized like that had been unable to twist his body far enough, so he’d ended up with a killer crick in his neck when he had finally settled down far enough to face forward, with only one eye on the little brother via the rearview mirror. After that, the pain in his leg had become too much for even a Winchester to ignore. Out of deference to Bobby and Sam, Dean had attempted to calm himself down by quietly humming Metallica. It hadn’t worked. The pain had probably been too bad. Now they were faced with an entirely new problem. Getting out of the ambulance, and into Rufus’s cabin.
“And what, Find you on the floor again? Not gonna happen, boy.” “I’ll stay here. Promise” Bobby did not believe him. Still, he would need to leave Dean at some point. The kid would be no use in getting Sam inside, not on that leg. Speaking of Sam. “Bobby, where are we” “Rufus’s hunting cabin”. “Oh.” Sam fell silent. Bobby thought that he had gone back to sleep, but Sam surprised him. “Do you even have a key to this place?” Well that was one way to start this, and Bobby felt like an ignoramus for not thinking of it sooner. Before he could get either boy situated, he needed to open the door. “Do you think you’ll be ok while I get the place opened up?” “I told you you’d need to leave us.” “Dean, wipe that smirk off your face.” Bobby easily disarmed the traps. He’d need to turn them back on later, but it would be impossible to get around them with the two injured boys. The key turned in the lock with no trouble, and Bobby took stock of his surroundings. They had changed little from when Rufus had been living here. There were still two rooms off to the side, the table, and chairs, the old couch near the television, and God, the books… they were the same books that Rufus had first shown Bobby when teaching him how to hunt. The older man shook his head to keep the tears at bay. He had two young hunters of his own to help.
a sleep aid.fantsyweverOctober 13 2011, 03:05:33 UTC
Sam was by this time awake and he seemed to be staying there for now. Bobby decided to cede to Dean’s wishes and get the younger brother inside first. He wasn’t sure it was a good idea to un-strap Sam, but the young man was heavy and there was no way that Bobby could actually fit the stretcher through the stairs and in the door. “Think you can walk?” “I need to, don’t I?” To minimize the distance that Sam would have to travel, Bobby, opened the back doors of the ambulance and wheeled the kid out. He waited until he was about en feet from the entrance before un-strapping the kid. He sprang the buckles open and gently eased Sam down to the ground. It took about five minutes for Sam to catch his breath, but they got him standing. He leaned on Bobby the entire way, and his face was white by the time that Bobby helped him into a bed covered with a navy blue blanket. At least, once he was able to stop moving, Sam settled into what looked like an easy sleep. Doubtless there would be nightmares later. Now it was time to deal with Dean. “Is Sam all right?” “He’s sleeping. Let’s worry about you right now.” Getting Dean out of the ambulance was going to be tricky. There was no way that he would tolerate being carried, if Bobby could even carry him. The ground was a little far for Bobby’s preference too. Dean solved that problem by unbuckling himself and attempting to simply hop out of the ambulance. The problem was that his cast was heavy. Bobby could only guess that Dean’s leg spiked in pain when it was the first thing to hit the ground. At any rate, the kid started to topple over. “Whoa. Easy there.” Bobby didn’t know the last time he had moved so fast, but he got there in time to prevent Dean from falling over, even if the way he put his arms around the younger hunter looked and felt a little too close to a hug. They stayed that way for a few moments. Then Bobby noticed that Dean was shaking. Whether it was from pain or cold, Bobby didn’t know. Either way… “Come on, we gotta get you inside.” “How, Bobby? I’m a gimp.” Poor kid looked very young right now. His freckles stood out on that white face, and he was still holding onto Bobby like the world would collapse if he let go. The older man cursed not stopping to pick up another pair of crutches. “We need to try. I’ve seen you after you crawled out of your own grave. This little distance should be nothing after that.” Despite his use of the Singer brand of encouragement, Bobby didn’t let go until Dean screwed up his face and said “Let’s go”. The boy clung tight to Bobby’s shoulders. Bobby started taking small steps. It was painfully slow going, but Dean couldn’t hop that far. He was winded by the time they reached the porch. There, they faced a new challenge. There were three steps up. Before Dean could protest, Bobby had him draped over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. It was a sign of how much the kid was hurting that he did not complain. Not even when Bobby didn’t bother to set him down at the door, but continued to carry him until he could set Dean down on the couch. The silence said everything. Dean was exhausted as well as in pain. Bobby handed him a couple of Pain pills that he’d found in the stashed in the ambulance. “Take these, and get some rest.” Dean palmed the pills. It took only about ten minutes after that for him to drift off into an uneasy sleep. Thank God that Sam was awake and on earth by that point. “Is Dean alright?” Funny things those Winchester’s. The first thing either asked about was the other. “The monster broke his leg. It’s pretty bad by the looks of things, but I don’t think your brother’s hurt elsewhere. Mostly he’s been worried about you. He spent the entire drive here keeping an eye on you in the rearview mirror” Sam actually snorted at that. “Only Dean.”
Re: a sleep aid. part threefantsyweverOctober 13 2011, 03:06:51 UTC
Though Bobby knew that he shouldn’t leave the boys, he had a mess to clean up at home. Once he was sure that Sam was not going to check out on him completely, he started driving back to South Dakota. Once there he quickly torched what remained of the building (Hey, there would be time to do a through job later, Right now the boys needed him), and grabbed the impala. Dean would hate it if his baby was left alone for too long, and the ambulance was hardly an inconspicuous ride. He made good speed getting back to the cabin. Once Bobby parked it, he was going to just go inside and check on Sam and Dean, but something caught his eye. Castiel’s trench-coat. It was neatly folded, and had by this time, dried after its dunking in the lake. It sat in the back seat, where the angel had once occupied space. Touched, Bobby carried the coat inside. The first thing he did was to check on the boys. At some point, Sam had vacated his own bed to go and sit on Dean’s. The older still looked to be out for the count. “Did you boys have any trouble” Bobby kept his voice soft, in an effort not to wake Dean. “No. Well I have a headache and Lucifer’s been very loud, but I know what’s real. Dean’s been up and hurting, but Rufus kept this place pretty well stocked with meds and I was awake when you left, so I figured it couldn’t hurt to let him have more. He was pretty out of it, but fell asleep again about an hour ago. Dean, probably sensing that he was the center of the conversation, began to stir. He pushed himself halfway to a sitting position, and grinned up at Bobby. “Hi, Sam’s awake”. “I’m sitting right here, you dope” “Well, you weren’t last time I checked. Are you sure you’re ok Sammy?” “Better than you at any rate”. It was true. Sam looked almost normal. Dean, on the other hand, looked strained. Even the grin he offered at the other to had a pasted on quality to it. The fact that he could barely keep his head up, and the whiteness of his skin, well he looked like a little boy. A scared little boy who was trying his hardest to be brave even though he didn’t know when he had hurt this much or really where he was or what was going on. “Bobby, what are you holding?” Dean asked. “I’m not sure why you kept this. He’s gone, you know.” Bobby gave the trench to Dean any way. “Am I not allowed to have a reminder of my friend? He helped us so many times. Letting it go just felt wrong, like I was abandoning Castiel entirely. He never abandoned us. I owe it to him to at least treasure the one part of himself he left for us.” If Dean had looked like a little boy before, He truly resembled one now. He held the coat close to him. “It’s all I have left of him” Dean’s voice faded to a whisper. He looked ready for sleep again, and turned his head back into the pillow. Just before Dean drifted off, while snuggling the trench coat, Bobby heard him whisper, “I like to remember the old Cas. This helps.” Dean hardly stirred when Bobby used his phone to photograph the kid cuddling with the coat. He just wrapped his arms even tighter around it, with a small sleep smile on his face. “Hey, where’s mine” Sam complained, but since he was grinning, Bobby counted it as a win.
Re: a sleep aid. part threefantsyweverOctober 14 2011, 22:46:31 UTC
OP here: What a wonderful little story! You picked up on so many of the details I didn't mention but did think about - and even some of the ones I didn't. (But now make perfect sense.) The stretcher, the crutches, the Impala being at the cabin, Rufus' booby traps - love the bit about the fireman's carry. I also love how Bobby kept his mind off his own problems by caring for the boys.
I do think it would be the most natural thing in the world for Dean to store Cas' coat in the Impala. And I think they all miss him terribly, even if they have been too busy to show it. (That's show for you. That's why there are these fix-it memes.)
Thank you so much for this story. I adore it so much. It certainly brings a smile to my face.
Dean, on the other hand, well grumpy might begin to describe. Might. Bobby supposed he couldn’t blame the kid. The drive from the hospital had been tough on him. At first, he’d tried to twist around to watch Sam breath, but with his leg immobilized like that had been unable to twist his body far enough, so he’d ended up with a killer crick in his neck when he had finally settled down far enough to face forward, with only one eye on the little brother via the rearview mirror. After that, the pain in his leg had become too much for even a Winchester to ignore. Out of deference to Bobby and Sam, Dean had attempted to calm himself down by quietly humming Metallica. It hadn’t worked. The pain had probably been too bad.
Now they were faced with an entirely new problem. Getting out of the ambulance, and into Rufus’s cabin.
“And what, Find you on the floor again? Not gonna happen, boy.”
“I’ll stay here. Promise”
Bobby did not believe him. Still, he would need to leave Dean at some point. The kid would be no use in getting Sam inside, not on that leg.
Speaking of Sam. “Bobby, where are we”
“Rufus’s hunting cabin”.
“Oh.” Sam fell silent. Bobby thought that he had gone back to sleep, but Sam surprised him. “Do you even have a key to this place?”
Well that was one way to start this, and Bobby felt like an ignoramus for not thinking of it sooner. Before he could get either boy situated, he needed to open the door.
“Do you think you’ll be ok while I get the place opened up?”
“I told you you’d need to leave us.”
“Dean, wipe that smirk off your face.”
Bobby easily disarmed the traps. He’d need to turn them back on later, but it would be impossible to get around them with the two injured boys. The key turned in the lock with no trouble, and Bobby took stock of his surroundings. They had changed little from when Rufus had been living here. There were still two rooms off to the side, the table, and chairs, the old couch near the television, and God, the books… they were the same books that Rufus had first shown Bobby when teaching him how to hunt. The older man shook his head to keep the tears at bay. He had two young hunters of his own to help.
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“Think you can walk?”
“I need to, don’t I?”
To minimize the distance that Sam would have to travel, Bobby, opened the back doors of the ambulance and wheeled the kid out. He waited until he was about en feet from the entrance before un-strapping the kid. He sprang the buckles open and gently eased Sam down to the ground. It took about five minutes for Sam to catch his breath, but they got him standing. He leaned on Bobby the entire way, and his face was white by the time that Bobby helped him into a bed covered with a navy blue blanket. At least, once he was able to stop moving, Sam settled into what looked like an easy sleep. Doubtless there would be nightmares later. Now it was time to deal with Dean.
“Is Sam all right?”
“He’s sleeping. Let’s worry about you right now.”
Getting Dean out of the ambulance was going to be tricky. There was no way that he would tolerate being carried, if Bobby could even carry him. The ground was a little far for Bobby’s preference too.
Dean solved that problem by unbuckling himself and attempting to simply hop out of the ambulance. The problem was that his cast was heavy. Bobby could only guess that Dean’s leg spiked in pain when it was the first thing to hit the ground. At any rate, the kid started to topple over.
“Whoa. Easy there.” Bobby didn’t know the last time he had moved so fast, but he got there in time to prevent Dean from falling over, even if the way he put his arms around the younger hunter looked and felt a little too close to a hug.
They stayed that way for a few moments. Then Bobby noticed that Dean was shaking. Whether it was from pain or cold, Bobby didn’t know. Either way…
“Come on, we gotta get you inside.”
“How, Bobby? I’m a gimp.”
Poor kid looked very young right now. His freckles stood out on that white face, and he was still holding onto Bobby like the world would collapse if he let go. The older man cursed not stopping to pick up another pair of crutches.
“We need to try. I’ve seen you after you crawled out of your own grave. This little distance should be nothing after that.” Despite his use of the Singer brand of encouragement, Bobby didn’t let go until Dean screwed up his face and said “Let’s go”.
The boy clung tight to Bobby’s shoulders. Bobby started taking small steps. It was painfully slow going, but Dean couldn’t hop that far. He was winded by the time they reached the porch. There, they faced a new challenge. There were three steps up.
Before Dean could protest, Bobby had him draped over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. It was a sign of how much the kid was hurting that he did not complain.
Not even when Bobby didn’t bother to set him down at the door, but continued to carry him until he could set Dean down on the couch. The silence said everything. Dean was exhausted as well as in pain. Bobby handed him a couple of Pain pills that he’d found in the stashed in the ambulance. “Take these, and get some rest.”
Dean palmed the pills. It took only about ten minutes after that for him to drift off into an uneasy sleep.
Thank God that Sam was awake and on earth by that point. “Is Dean alright?”
Funny things those Winchester’s. The first thing either asked about was the other.
“The monster broke his leg. It’s pretty bad by the looks of things, but I don’t think your brother’s hurt elsewhere. Mostly he’s been worried about you. He spent the entire drive here keeping an eye on you in the rearview mirror”
Sam actually snorted at that. “Only Dean.”
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He made good speed getting back to the cabin. Once Bobby parked it, he was going to just go inside and check on Sam and Dean, but something caught his eye. Castiel’s trench-coat. It was neatly folded, and had by this time, dried after its dunking in the lake. It sat in the back seat, where the angel had once occupied space.
Touched, Bobby carried the coat inside.
The first thing he did was to check on the boys. At some point, Sam had vacated his own bed to go and sit on Dean’s. The older still looked to be out for the count.
“Did you boys have any trouble” Bobby kept his voice soft, in an effort not to wake Dean.
“No. Well I have a headache and Lucifer’s been very loud, but I know what’s real. Dean’s been up and hurting, but Rufus kept this place pretty well stocked with meds and I was awake when you left, so I figured it couldn’t hurt to let him have more. He was pretty out of it, but fell asleep again about an hour ago.
Dean, probably sensing that he was the center of the conversation, began to stir. He pushed himself halfway to a sitting position, and grinned up at Bobby. “Hi, Sam’s awake”.
“I’m sitting right here, you dope”
“Well, you weren’t last time I checked. Are you sure you’re ok Sammy?”
“Better than you at any rate”.
It was true. Sam looked almost normal. Dean, on the other hand, looked strained. Even the grin he offered at the other to had a pasted on quality to it. The fact that he could barely keep his head up, and the whiteness of his skin, well he looked like a little boy. A scared little boy who was trying his hardest to be brave even though he didn’t know when he had hurt this much or really where he was or what was going on.
“Bobby, what are you holding?” Dean asked.
“I’m not sure why you kept this. He’s gone, you know.” Bobby gave the trench to Dean any way.
“Am I not allowed to have a reminder of my friend? He helped us so many times. Letting it go just felt wrong, like I was abandoning Castiel entirely. He never abandoned us. I owe it to him to at least treasure the one part of himself he left for us.”
If Dean had looked like a little boy before, He truly resembled one now. He held the coat close to him. “It’s all I have left of him” Dean’s voice faded to a whisper. He looked ready for sleep again, and turned his head back into the pillow. Just before Dean drifted off, while snuggling the trench coat, Bobby heard him whisper, “I like to remember the old Cas. This helps.”
Dean hardly stirred when Bobby used his phone to photograph the kid cuddling with the coat. He just wrapped his arms even tighter around it, with a small sleep smile on his face.
“Hey, where’s mine” Sam complained, but since he was grinning, Bobby counted it as a win.
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I do think it would be the most natural thing in the world for Dean to store Cas' coat in the Impala. And I think they all miss him terribly, even if they have been too busy to show it. (That's show for you. That's why there are these fix-it memes.)
Thank you so much for this story. I adore it so much. It certainly brings a smile to my face.
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