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Fic: Family, Faith & Certitude (ch 4 of 7)

November 17th, 2007 (09:06 am)

where i am: home
how i am: content
accompanied by: Bells, The Rankins

Summary: Bobby POV. Dean gets whomped, Sammy gets protective, John gets bad-ass and Bobby gets a shot at setting something right. Hurt/comfort, angst in spades. Chapter 4 of 7 in total.
Rating: PG13, T (harsh language)
Wordcount: approx. 12,000
Pairing/Characters: Genfic, no pairings. Bobby Singer, Dean, Sam & John Winchester
Spoilers: Minor, none beyond 2.22
Disclaimers: See my profile page
A/N: See Chapter 1 for author's notes   
Family, Faith & Certitude
by May Robinson
Quietly opening the door to Dean's room, Bobby took a moment to absorb the heartening site. After a twenty-four hour stay in the ICU, the kid had been moved here, where he would stay for another couple days. He still looked god-awful, was weak as a day-old kitten, but at least the blood they'd pumped into him to replenish all that he'd lost had put a bit of color back where it belonged. They still had him plugged into a bunch of machines, the O-two and BP cuff being the most obvious. But, since they were now only there to remind everyone Dean was alive, as opposed to being the only things keeping him that way, Bobby figured the encumbrances were more than a fair trade-off.
Dean appeared to be sound asleep, a hopeful sign that the morphine flowing through him was helping to fend off the pain. Both guardrails were down with Sammy in a chair beside him, snoring just loud enough for Bobby to hear at the door. He wasn't exactly sure what constituted a Kodak moment, sure as hell never really figured the Winchesters would ever fit into that equation. Still, seeing Dean's hand resting in the dark mop of hair cozied up next to him, well, that pretty much qualified as one in Bobby's books.
Of course the picture their old man was creating was running a close second, not that Bobby was going to enlighten John on that fact any time soon. Winchester sat opposite Sam, some magazine spread open on the mattress next to Dean, one hand poised ready to flip its pages while the other rested like a slightly off-kilter crown on Dean's head.
Bobby hated like hell to interrupt the peaceful moment but he'd promised John he'd check in before hitting the road.
Before Bobby could say anything, John straigtened up in his seat, looked over his shoulder and waved Bobby in. "C'mon, in," he said quietly, unsuccessfully stifling a yawn. Bobby approached, yawning too now, of course. He found a chair to park himself in, then watched, wincing in sympathy as John stretched his arms over his head and worked out the knots in his back. Cracking his knuckles when his fingers met, John's other joints jumped on the bandwagon, popping loud enough it was a wonder both boys didn't wake.
"Gettin' older's a bitch, ain't it?" Bobby said by way of a greeting.
John chuckled lightly, shook out a few more kinks before settling a hand this time on Dean's wrist.
"You heading out?" He asked, voice sounding rough.
"Yeah, Caleb's waiting in the truck. Jeff's gonna meet us up near St. Cloud. Jim too. He been by already?"
John's answer was a nod. Then, elaborating, "He wanted to see the boys again. Check on Dean." Reaching over and picking up a set of keys from off of a side table, he jangled them. "Left me these for his place. For Sammy 'n me."
Bobby thought that sounded like one helluva good idea. John's beard needed a lawn mower, the man likely hadn't showered since the morning before Dean got stabbed. Sam too, probably. Hell, as far as Bobby knew, the two of them hadn't breached the hospital doors since they all got here. Bobby'd been the one to move the Chevy from out of the emergency bay and he'd bet easy money the car was still exactly where he'd parked it.
Sure as shit John hadn't slept a wink yet. Even after they got the news that Dean would be okay, he wouldn't budge. Bobby'd offered to take a watch then -- no point doing it any sooner. But John dug in his heels, insisted on being there and awake.
For Dean.
And Bobby felt like a damn fool. Lord knew John Winchester was an ornery bastard who definitely practiced some awfully unconventional methods in parenting. But, if Bobby ever again doubted that the man's motives had to do with anything other than a fierce and fervent love for his boys, he hoped someone like Jim Murphy was around to kick him in the ass. Hell, he envied Jim for what he'd known all along. For being around the Winchesters enough to witness it.
Never mind that believing it sooner might've prevented the ulcer Bobby'd been blaming John for these last couple years.
Already suspecting the answer, Bobby still asked the question. "You staying with Jim when Dean gets outta here?"
John shrugged his shoulders. "Not sure yet, to be honest." Tossing a glance toward his youngest, he added, "Sammy's supposed to be back in school next week." Working his way back to Bobby's question, he shrugged again. "Dunno. Likely."
Seeing an opening he didn't even realize he was looking for, Bobby made the offer. "Well, it's not a whole lot closer for him but, if you boys decide you wanna make your way a bit further west, my door's always open."
John looked surprised, then a little confused. But, when his expression settled on something midway between smug and amused, Bobby wondered if he'd live to regret the invitation. Hell, he'd only just made it and already he wanted to crack John one on the chin.
Still wearing a bit of a smirk, John said good-naturedly, "Su casa es mi casa, Bobby?"
Looking over to the kids, Bobby answered, not even trying to conceal the affection in his voice. "Hell, no. More like their casa, John."
John broke into a real grin then, his expression softening as his gaze followed Bobby's and traveled from one sleeping son to another. "Thanks, Bobby. We just may take you up on it."
"Well, good then. Just give me a call if you decide you're comin'." Deciding it was time to take his leave, Bobby made to stand up. "I'd better go. Caleb's waitin'."
John's expression sobered fast, apology and regret playing over tight features. Bobby knew where his thoughts were heading. He'd hear John out but wouldn't let the man travel too far down that path.
John stood up with Bobby. Didn't move from Dean's side though. "You know I hate having to back out on this hunt. Leaving you boys to scramble like this." He looked down at Dean again, lightly trailed his fingers over the back of the kid's hand. "He doesn't ask me for much though, you know?"
Yeah, Bobby did.
"Christ, John, don't worry about it. Hell, we only really lost a day and this time 'a year isn't exactly prime for people out wandering in those woods." Lightly clasping John's shoulder, he gave it a reassuring squeeze before adding, "You know where you gotta be. And when you gotta be there." Meeting his friend's eyes, his voice laced with respect and more than a little regret, Bobby admitted, "I may be a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but I think I've finally figured that one out."
John ducked his head, brushed away Bobby's arm and then faced him again with a warm smile that was well on its way to working itself into another one of his worrisome smirks. Quirked an eyebrow then. "You know I'm gonna remind you of this conversation the next time you've decided I've crapped in your cornflakes."
"Don't I know it. Can't promise I'm gonna listen though."
"Fair enough," John replied, slinging an arm over Bobby's shoulder as they walked toward the door. Reaching the threshold, John dropped his arm and gripped Bobby's hand instead. His grasp felt like iron, though his words were soft, brimming with heartfelt gratitude. "I can't thank you enough, Bobby. For everything." 
"No need, John." Cocking his head in the direction of John's two sleeping boys, Bobby smiled fondly. "You know, like as not, you and I'll find something to butt heads over down the line. But, remember this. . . when the lead's flying, you boys need me, I'll be there. Don't ever doubt it."


Posted by: janissa11 (janissa11)
Posted at: November 17th, 2007 03:00 pm (UTC)
what daddies do

Oh man. NOBODY better mess with John's boys. Excellent!!

Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: November 17th, 2007 03:18 pm (UTC)

Hey, thanks! Delighted to know you're reading this!

Just about to load 5 and then look over the last of it before putting them up also. Hope it doesn't disappoint.

Thanks again!

Posted by: hucknclem (hucknclem)
Posted at: November 17th, 2007 06:13 pm (UTC)

Oh, the interaction between John and Bobby here is just perfect, and just like you'd imagine it would be - I so wish we'd gotten to see some of that on the show! And LOL on Bobby wanting to crack John on the chin only seconds after extending his hospitality. Too funny. It was nice to see that Bobby recognized the man's devotion to his children, too. I'm not sure anyone else could make me enjoy Dean being in the hospital so much, LOL. And yaaaay, there's still more chapters! :)

Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: November 17th, 2007 07:18 pm (UTC)
Dad Dean

I would so have loved to see JB and JDM in scenes together. They would have been awesome I'm sure! So glad my hospitalization of Dean works for you... I so love to abuse the boy and give his family (esp. John) someone to angst over *g*.

Thanks again!

Posted by: nonniemous (ex_nonniemou154)
Posted at: November 18th, 2007 05:50 am (UTC)

OMG, JOhn and Bobby!! ROFLOL! John knows how people see him, and he knows they don't understand, either, why he's doing what he's doing. And he's not above using that against someone, either, whether in jest or in truth. And the Hallmark moment. Yes. For all the fighting John and Sam did, this was and is a tightly knit family. If they hadn't been, they wouldn't have fought so much, or so hard, I'm guessing.

And the image of John refusing to leave Dean just...guh. Yeah. Just...eah.

Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: November 18th, 2007 06:03 am (UTC)

I really do think Kripke et al missed out on a golden opportunity by not writing scenes for Bobby and John. They would have been awesome together! I had a blast writing the two of them together, as much fun as I've ever had writing fic. Damn, I'm still mad they killed off dad!

Glad you enjoyed the softer moments too, that means a lot.

Posted by: alleysweeper (alleysweeper)
Posted at: November 28th, 2007 08:44 am (UTC)

God, I love Bobby!


Posted by: May Robinson (may7fic)
Posted at: November 28th, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC)

Oh, me too (obviously *g*). He's such a great addition to the series and just makes for an awesome inside/outside POV for a ficwriter to worth with.