I wanna make a fic about runaway Sam who runs away when he's 9/10 because John hits him and the only place he thinks to stay at is bobbys.
They've only met twice and it was brisk and short. Nothing nice. Sam didn't even know if the guy would open the door for him!
But still, he hitchhikes his way to bobbys house exhaustedly making his way to the front door and knocking.
Out comes bobby with a scruffy lookin' beard and a used, weared cap, looking down at a bruised and near dead on his feet kid.
Bobby grabs him by his shirt dragging him in
"Im-im sorry uncle bobby- I just-I didn't have anywhere to go and dad got bad again, but he got bad again to me-" bobby cut the boys rambling off.
He had though that this had been a bad hunt gone wrong but..
"Your daddy did this to you?" Looking at the purple bruise on the boy cheek
Sam looked away horrifyingly embarrassed. Ofcourse bobby wouldn't believe him. John was his friend.
But Sam nodded anyway his lips pulled back in a grimace
"Son of a BITCH! I'm gonna kill that bastard." The older man scowled his knuckles going white from how tight he was holding himself.
"You.. believe me." His voice came out as a whisper
"Course I do. C'mon kid, you look like you could use a nap."
For the next few years (11 to be exact)
Bobby taught Sam everything he knew. Archery, researching, demons,vampires, wearwolves, how to fight (with more parental concern for its use and not just to hunt.)
When Sam had asked when he was 12 to go on a hunt bobby said no.
2 years later anexhausted bobby complied with his wishes and went on their first hunt.
Bobby couldn't be prouder when Sam comes up to him, barely a scratch on him
"See! I-i listened to that trick you taught me and-and I sweeped his leg, dad that was amazing!" Sam beamed like an excited animal
They both stilled in the car
"..oh." Sam looked out the window exceptionally embarrassed by his words.
Bobby was a gruff, not all talk about his feelings guy.
So when he said
"..you can call me that, boy if you wanna."
They left it at that..
Sam was enrolled into school taking the name Samuel singer.
He felt...nice about that.
But not all things worked out how we wanna.
And proof of that was the impala rocking up out of the blue in years on Bobby's property.
Sam was sixteen now, working on a car bobby had just newly gifted him for his birthday when he heard the car pull up.
"Sorry guys-we don't do walk ins her-" Sam stood in his tracks.
There stood a 20 year old concerned dean and a half guilty half relieved John.
Sam knew what his first instinct was
"daAAAD!" he yelled running into the house to grab his shotgun, bobby thinking the exact same thing.
Bobby walked out cocking his shotgun and aiming it at john's head
"What are you doing here." Bobby demanded.
"I want my son back, bobby. Now."
"Your son?"
"Yeah. My son." John sneered
"I'm his daddy. I cook him food for school. I have him *in* school. Couldn't say the same for you. Sam's good here. Actually no. Sam's great here. Cause hes my kid. Because he's *Samuel singer*, bastard." Bobby growled
Sam walked out and dean finally got a good look at the once scrawny boy.
Samuel had grown muscle, was probably just under 6ft and had grown out his hair funnily enough. If this was a lighter circumstance dean would punch his little brothers arm, ruffle his hair and tell him what an idiot he was.
But..it wasn't.
Sam was looking around with suspicious eyes, his body stuff and his arms crossed over his chest.
6 years it had taken. 6 years it had taken to find this kid. And he was right here with bobby. John had refuse to look here, after the last time he had seen bobby they had an falling out, presuming he would never help the winchester family again. He was indescribably wrong. He willed down the feeling of betrayal as he stared at the kid with a kind of shock in his eyes.
The kid called bobby dad now, went to school, had friends, had a social life.
"Sammy-" John turned over to see his son and Sam didn't even flinch his eyes just narrowed
"Sam." He corrected
Dean stepped up showing his hands in surrender as bobby Highers his gun properly
"Hey-hey look. Sam. Dad messed up. We get it i-c'mon kid. We want to take you back home you know? You've—you got you driving licence buddy? I heard about that, you wanna drive the impala the way there?" Dean was pleading, his knees about to buckle, if Sam wanted him to beg he was ready to put his pride aside.
"Dean.."
"Sammy please."
"No. I can't. Me and dad-"
"Bobby." Dean harshly snapped
"Dad." Sam snarled.
Johns jaw clenched and Sam's did too
"Your only so forgiving because he never hit you dean." Sams lip quivered as he fought back angry vicious tears.
John took a step and bobby aimed the gun it hitting johns forehead.
"You touch my kid and it's gonna be the last thing you do, John winchester. And I don't neccisarily want to be lighting a corpse on fire when me and Sam are going for a late birthday dinner." Bobby glared.
I will be writing this ff, 1st chapter will be coming out soon (today or tomorrow.)
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