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Sam flinched and swung around when the door opened with a loud creak and bang. He lifted his gun, the safety already switched off and his hand shaking, his watery eyes struggled to focus on the figure of his brother, who held his hands up in surrender.
Dean hunched forward a little, slowing his movements and shortening his steps. Keeping his eyes on his brother and his hands in the air.
"Ok, ok" Dean whispered "it's ok Sammy" he said gently, placing his boot carefully onto the concrete below him as he creeped forward. "What's wrong? What's happened, what are you doing here?"
Sam snivelled and shook violently as a shiver when down his spine, feeling ghosts of figures not real crowd around him. His head hurt like hell and his vision was betraying him- in more ways than one.
The younger shook his head and swallowed the foul-tasting lump in his throat.
"I-I" he stammered, lip quivering "I don't know what's real" he admitted.
Dean's heart sank but he kept his face straight, continuing his gentle approach, pausing every time Sam adjusted his aim.
Sam shook his head again at the whispered nothings of reissuance his 'brother' was giving him.
"No, no. You can't be real" he croaked "I-I left you at that bar" he remembered.
Dean paused when Sam adjusted his aim again, raising his hands a little higher.
"Ok, ok, little brother. It's ok, it's ok. I traced your phone here alright; I was worried about you" Dean admitted.
Sam shook his head again, eyes glancing down to see the boots continue towards him.
"I don't know. I don't know" Sam quivered, his fingers twitching against the trigger.
Dean risked taking a bigger step, slowly reaching for Sam's free hand. The one where the faint scar laid across the palm.
Sam flinched and stepped back a little.
"No!" He choked, his grip tightening around his gun.
BANG.
Sam waited for the sound of bullet hitting metal, to assure him it wasn't real and that he'd fired at nothing.
...
but the bullet hit flesh.
Sam gasped and opened his eyes. Frantically scanning over the very real form of his brother standing before him, now with a bullet wound in his gut. Sam's breath caught in his throat, tears starting to well up and fall as he lowered the gun, his whole body shaking.
Dean was still standing with his hands half up in the air. He clenched his fist to try stop them from shaking. He looked down at his bleeding wound and swallowed heavily, gently putting a hand over the hole before he looked back up at Sam.
"Oh god" Sam dropped the gun, letting it hit the crowd with a loud crash. He was frozen for only a moment before he ran towards Dean, stopping his brother from continuing his gentle steps towards him.
"Oh god. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" he whimpered, hands immediately on his brother to help.
Dean put his free hand around one of Sam's wrists, shushing his cries and he tried not to shake or whine.
"It's ok" he said "it's ok Sammy" he managed to force a grimace into a weak smile.
"Dean-" Sam sobbed.
"Hey" Dean said gently "it's ok, it's ok" he reassured, gently pushing Sam's hand off of him, moving his grip off Sam's wrist to hold the hand below it.
"Lets get you out of here, yeah? Bobby's isn't too far away" Dean whispered, trying to keep his voice even. He forced his smile a little wider before he gave Sam's arm a tug. "Come on" he said "come on, Sammy".
Sam, still shaken, couldn't find the words to protest. Instead, he let Dean lead him out of the dishevelled building and out to the car.
He didn't remember getting into the passenger seat, his head buzzing and his vision blurring. He snapped out of his haze when Dean opened the door to wrap a blanket around his shoulders. Dean smiled but it didn't reach his eyes, his face was pale even in the dim light of the night around them.
Sam perked up, eyes snapping to Dean and scanning over him.
"Dean, your-".
Dean shushed him, rubbing his hand on Sam's shoulder.
"You were shivering, Sammy" he noted "You're ok now, alright? You're gonna be ok" Dean patted Sam's shoulder before rounding the car limply, hand resting protectively on his gut and letting his face scrunch up while he was out of view of Sam.
Dean reached the drivers side door and sighed heavily, pausing for a while before he opened it and slumped into the car.
He smiled and looked over at Sam, who had a worried puppy sort of look to him.
"It's ok Sammy" he said again, reaching over to stroke his brother's wet cheek, wiping away the drying tears "we're gonna get ya fixed up, we'll figure out what's going on with you, ok?"
Sam swallowed, eyes watering as he looked at the red-hued wet patch over Dean's black t-shirt, His flannel and coat at some point discarded. He snivelled and managed to nod shakily. Dean forced his smile a little wider before looking away and starting the car
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Bobby glanced out the kitchen window while he sipped his drink, Jody sat across the table from him. He knitted his eyebrows slightly when he saw headlights for a moment before they switched off, but he didn't move yet, not thinking too much about it.
Then he heard Dean yell.
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Dean pulled the car to a stop, switching the engine off before glancing at Sam, who had drifted into a dozing like state beside him. Dean huffed a little, a hint of humour within it. But then he sighed, finally letting some of the tension leave him now that the drive was over. He opened the door but didn't move to get up, just leaning over slightly to look up at the house he'd parked beside.
He took a deep breath and swallowed. His throat felt kind of tight, causing him to have to clear it heavily before he let out the first call.
"Bobby!" He yelled. The word scraping against the throat and his breathing causing the wound to throb.
Sam had startled awake and blinked to concentrate as his eyes fell on his brother.
"Bobby!" Dean was only on the first syllable of his second cry when Bobby rushed out the front door, Jody on his tail.
"Dean?" Bobby panted, coming up to the opened driver's door, resting his hand on the roof of the Impala as he leaned down to Dean's face "Wha-what's going on? What are you ye-" Bobby cut himself off when he saw the blood on Dean's gut and lap. His heart picked up and he reached down to lift Dean's shirt.
Dean winced and leaned his head back as Bobby pried his wet shirt off the soaked through gauze haphazardly placed over his wound.
Bobby shook his head and looked up at Dean's face "what has happened to you boy?" He asked through gritted teeth, reached his other hand up to press against the pulse in Dean's neck. He rested them there for a few moments before he cursed and put his hand down.
"Dean-".
"Shhh" Dean quivered, hand shaking as he hovered it over Bobby's arm. Bobby tilted his head, waiting for an explanation. Instead, Dean's gaze drifted to Jody, trying to give her a smile.
"Hey Jody" he breathed "could you um...could you get Sam inside. He-he's not hurt but he's a little shaken, not really himself and he was shivering earlier" Dean explained, gesturing to Sam with his head as he made his request.
Jody furrowed her brow and glanced at Bobby, who met her gaze with a similar expression. Dean waited in silence, save for his shallow yet heavy breathing. After only a few seconds, Bobby bit his lip and gave Jody a nod before he turned back to Dean.
Jody nodded back and quickly rounded the car.
She muttered reassuring nothingness to Sam as she opened the passenger door and coaxed Sam out of the car, pulling the blanket tighter around his shoulders before she started to lead him inside.
Dean watched rubbing his hand over his stubble. His breath hitching every now and then and his eyes starting to water a little now that Sam was gone.
Bobby looked away from the house once the front door shut, turning back to Dean with a stern but worried expression.
"Ok" he said "what the hell happened?" He demanded.
Dean took a shaky breath and sighed "I think Sam's hallucinating again" he whispered.
"And what happened to you?" Bobby gestured to the blood.
Dean looked down at himself and gave a humourless chuckle. He licked his lips and leaned back, running a hand over his brow.
"I thought I had it under control" he rasped, throat tightening again.
"What?"
Dean sniffled and sat back up a little, rubbing his hands on his bloody jeans "I thought...I had it under control" he repeated, looking up to meet Bobby's gaze.
"And I did. For a moment" he licked his lips again "but then I guess I moved to fast" he gave another chuckle. One that turned into a wince, his hand coming up to rest over his wound.
Bobby was about to question further when he suddenly feared he'd pieced the pieces together. Bobby sucked in a breath and shifted his weight, glancing up at the house for a moment before looking back at Dean.
"Sam shot you?" He asked, terrified of the answer.
Dean nodded a little "yeah" he breathed "he didn't think I was real, thought he'd hit wall I guess" he tried to chuckle again, but he knew he couldn't keep this facade up anymore. He also knew he couldn't keep any facade that would fool Bobby.
So, Dean let his fake smile drop and slumped back in his seat, eyes downcast at the bloody mess in his lap.
"Alright" Bobby sighed "we gotta get you fixed up" he reached to grab Dean's bicep to coax him up.
Dean didn't move. Didn't even try to pull his arm away and insist he could stand by himself. Instead, he swayed slightly when Bobby tugged his arm before he sighed shakily and slowly looked up at Bobby's now somewhat frustrated face.
Dean shook his head a little, expression defeated and voice quiet.
"I can't move my legs Bobby" he admitted "it was pretty scary towards the end of the drive" he tried to give a smirk to accompany his attempt at a joke, but it dropped quickly, as did his gaze. "Could barely hit the brakes when I pulled up" he choked out, eyes now unfocused and staring past Bobby.
"Dammit Dean" Bobby sighed, brow furrowed as he leaned back into the car.
Dean sniffled a little "I'm scared Bobby" he whispered, hand still hovering over his wound as he stared into nothing.
Bobby sucked in a shaky breath and ruffled his beard.
"Ok, it's ok kiddo" he murmured, leaning down further to take hold of Dean's shoulders.
"Come on, I got'ya" he said. He wrapped one arm around Dean's shoulders, the other making an attempt to take hold of Dean's waist.
Dean tried to help, using his little strength to push himself off the seat and closer into Bobby's arms. The movement only succeeded in putting pressure against his wounds, causing it to radiate pain through him.
Dean gasped, vision flickering out for a moment. He collapsed limply against Bobby with a shuddering breath.
"Dean?" Bobby gasped, tightly grabbing hold of Dean's shirt. He gave the boy a shake and got nothing but a groan in return. "Dean?!" He snapped, cupping Dean's face and lifting his head. Dean hummed a little, but continued to sit limply against Bobby, his eyelids drooping.
"You with me?" Bobby asked, genuinely unsure weather or not the boy was conscious. Regardless, Bobby was sure about one thing; he probably couldn't move Dean by himself.
So Singer took a deep breath and turned towards the house, hands still clung onto the limp form of his surrogate son.
"Jody!" He called "a little help out here!"
It didn't take long for Jody to come running out, only pausing at the door briefly to take in the situation.
"What's happened?" She asked "he ok?"
Bobby shook his head "bullet wound, in his gut. No exit wound, can't feel his legs and I think he passed out. I checked his pulse, he might be in shock" Bobby relayed, trying to shift Dean's body to ready him to be lifted.
Jody nodded "doors still open, Sam's on the couch with a hot drink and a blanket. We can dump Dean in the armchair if you don't mind getting blood on it" she replied.
Bobby shrugged "life of a hunter, everythings gonna get blood on it. Besides, it's probably already got blood on it at some point".
Jody tilted her head in agreement and chuckled flatly. She stepped forward, taking hold of Dean's shoulders as Bobby let them go, focusing his attention at scooping his hands under both the boy's knees. They both pulled Dean gently from the car with a grunt each before they hobbled their way up to porch and into the house.
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Sam perked up when the footsteps stumbled in. He watched with his guilty puppy look while Jody and Bobby hobbled in and manuvered the limp form of his brother into the armchair across from him.
Dean winced as they got him settled, his eyes squinting open.
Bobby leaned down into Dean's view.
"Hey, you with us kid?" He asked, reaching over to squeeze Dean's shoulder.
Dean groaned, giving a faint nod, after which his eyes squeezed shut again.
"Ok, ok good" Bobby patted Dean's arm before pulling his hand away "we're gonna get you fixed up, alright" Bobby reassured.
Dean whined a little, eyes managing to open the survey the room. Said eyes fell on Sam, locking onto him for a moment.
Dean eventually forced a smile when he finally registered his brother's worried face. He then looked back at Bobby, who was coming back over with his stuffed first aid kit.
"T-take care of Sam" Dean strangled out, head laying limply against the back of the chair.
Bobby huffed "yeah, I know, we will. But we gotta focus on you first" he pushed back, reaching down to roll Dean's shirt up.
Jody patted Bobby's shoulder, waiting for him to give her a glance before she nodded.
"I've got Sam" he breathed, giving Bobby another pat before she went over to the taller boy.
She coaxed Sam off the couch and up the stairs.
Sam protested quietly but didn't fight, simply stealing glances back at his brother's limp form.
Jody took Sam to the room Bobby had set up for them. It wasn't perfect since there was previously no plan of the boys coming around, but there were beds and they had bedding so it was good enough.
Jody sighed, turning to Sam and resisting the urge to baby him. She failed somewhat, but managed to reel her voice in a little before it was full on 'talking-to-a-toddler' tone.
"Which one's your bed Sam?" She asked gently.
Sam snivelled a little and gestured to the one of the left.
"Th-that one" he choked.
Jody nodded, squeezing Sam's hand and leading him to the bed. Sam sat down hesitantly, fiddling with his fingers.
Jody leaned down, again trying to reel in the baby talk before she spoke.
"You wanna get your jeans off?" She asked "get into some clean comfy clothes?"
Sam just stared at her with his brow furrowed for a few moments. Jody bit her lip a little, worried Sam wouldn't answer her. But then Sam's gaze drifted away and he nodded slightly.
Jody gave a small smile and nodded back at him.
"Do you have clothes in the car?"
Sam nodded.
"Alright" she squeezed Sam's shoulder gently before giving a pat "you stay here, I'll be right back".
She waited for Sam to nod before she stood back up straight and slowly made her way out of the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.
She descended the stairs slowly, looking into the living room at the supplies now laid out across the coffee table. She got a better look at the scene when she walked in. Bobby had moved one of the kitchen chairs up beside the armchair and was now digging in Dean's wound with his tweezers. Dean scrunched his face up with every movement of the tool, wincing occasionally. Dean slumped his head to look towards Jody and managed to give the ghost of a smile.
"How is he?" He croaked, his 'smile' dropping quickly.
Jody sighed, running her hands over her pockets as she shrugged.
"I'm not sure" she admitted "I mean, something definitely off with him".
"Well he did just shoot his brother" Bobby mumbled.
Jody tried not to raise her voice "He what?"
Meanwhile, Bobby finally pulled the bullet from Deans flesh and dropping it in the glass of water beside him.
Dean winced, leaning his head further back. A sob bubbled in his throat.
"Ok, we need to get some drugs in you" Bobby said, tone ready for a fight.
Dean groaned and turned his head away, eyes scrunched shut, his nose wrinkling and his teeth clenched tight.
Bobby patted Dean's thigh and got up.
Joby waved her arms exasperatedly as she eyed the man walking away.
"Bobby" she scolded "what do you mean Sam shot Dean? What happened?" Hands on her hips, she backed up her demand with a harsh gaze towards the kitchen.
Dean sighed heavily, the exhale turning into a wince as he tried to sit up a little. He looked back over at Jody, looking like he was about to pass out.
"He was hallucinating" he said "didn't think I was real, so he fired" he gave a resigned huff and slumped back against the chair. "It's my fault" he added quietly.
Bobby shook his head as he returned with a different glass of water and some pills in his palm.
"It's neither of yours fault, this was...just an unfortunate situation" he reasoned, sitting back down and handing Dean the water the pills.
Dean tried to chuckle "they're pretty big words for you Bobby" he teased, taking the pills first and slipping them into his mouth.
"Shut up" Bobby grumbled.
Jody sighed "Ok. Well, I gotta get some comfy clothes for Sam from your car" she announced.
"Still unlocked" Dean replied, before taking a gulp of water to swallow the pills.
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Jody stood peaking in through the ajar door as Sam laid curled up in the bed. She could tell he wasn't truly asleep, but at least he was trying. She sighed and finally pushed the door closed, turning away and walking back into the living room.
In the living room, Dean is passed out in the armchair while Bobby sits on the couch finishing another drink. When he saw Jody, he placed his glass down and filled another one, holding it out to her as she approached. She smiled at him and gave a silent 'thank you' as she sat down on the couch beside him, both their eyes drifting to Dean. Who despite being unconscious, still had a pained expression on his face.
"They were hours away" Bobby grumbled "he drove with a bullet in his gut, for hours".
Jody shook her head "'course he did" she sighed, glancing down at her glass before taking a sip, her gaze now falling on the wall in front of her.
"Idjit" Bobby breathed, finishing off his liquor before leaning forward to refill his glass.
They remained like that for a while, the only sound between them being clinking of glasses and the occasional sigh from one of them.
Eventually, Dean stirred. Scrunching up his face and tilting his head against the back of the chair. Bobby stood up, placing his glass down as he stepped up to the boy's side.
"Hey, you with me? You've been in and out for a while" Bobby grabbed Dean's arm, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Dean groaned, eyes opening and blinking a few times before they focused at least somewhat on Bobby.
"Hey" he rasped.
"How're ya feeling?" Jody asked, placing down her glass and leaning forward, forearms resting on her thighs.
Dean struggled to give a shrug in reply.
"Like shit" he glanced down at his lap, seeming concentrated.
His unusual focus caused some sweat to bead on his hairline, and ultimately he sighed heavily and laid his head back again.
Bobby tilted his head "what's wrong?"
"I-I...I still can't move my legs" he choked, letting his head fall limply to the side.
Bobby sighed, curling in his bottom lip as he saw the poorly veiled distress Dean was holding. He chose to let Dean hide it, mainly because he was feeling a similar way and didn't quite feel like facing that just yet, no matter how much of a hypocrite that made him.
"Ok" he breathed "come on kiddo. We should try get ya horizontal" Singer announced.
"Think you can walk with help?" he tested.
Dean scrunched up his face and shook his head, almost ready to cry.
Bobby sighed "alright".
Jody sat up and patted her thighs "I'll take his legs like time" she said, standing up and shuffling past Bobby. She braced herself and scooped her hands under Dean's knees.
Bobby took hold of Dean's biceps, causing his shoulders to tense a little, aware of the uncomfortable sensation of being carried like a corpse.
Jody looked up at Bobby and they both nodded, lifting Dean up together, causing him to give a pained grunt and his arms and shoulders to tense a little more. Despite this, when Jody had lifted Dean's legs, they didn't react. His knees bent with no resistance and his lower legs dangled as they hobbled him towards the stairs, there were completely dead weight.
Both Jody and Bobby noticed this upon reaching the first step and met each other's eyes to silently share their concern. The must have paused for too long, because they were interrupted by a wordless complain from the man in their arms, and it startled them into continuing up the stairs.
Dean grunted on every step. Jody's movements especially pinched his wound and made it ache, though he was grateful for the pills that dulled the feeling to a manageable margin. It made it easier to hold back tears. Since Bobby and Jody weren't the only ones to notice the limp nature to Dean's legs, they definitely weren't the first.
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Sam woke gasping, sitting up quickly in bed.
Once the initial panic dulled. He became acutely aware that he hadn't remembered falling asleep, though upon further thinking, he remembered laying down, and then even remembered closing his eyes. Guess he was just surprised he'd actually gotten to sleep, let alone stayed asleep.
Sam now became aware that he didn't know what woke him. He couldn't recall any nightmare he may have been having, and nothing was around him. He pursed his lips and looked around, most of the panic completely simmered down and replaced with concerned confusion.
He realised he was in Bobby's house. In the bedroom he kept for them whenever they needed to crash or just wanted to stay for a more innocent reason. Realising this, he turned to his left to look at Dean's bed, assuming he was in his usual choice.
He was, Dean's bed was beside him, the window beside it. But something was missing. No. Not something.someone was missing. Dean was missing. Sam's heart began to pick up again, his panic bubbling back up as he looked around the room once more before he sprung out of the bed. The sudden movement caused a nauseous feeling to form in his stomach. He placed a hand against the pain in his gut, the other hover up by his mouth as he found himself leaning forward slightly. He barely had time to react before a gag racked through his throat and expelled burning bile from him.
He couldn't close his mouth to stop it, he didn't even know if he tried. All he could do was gag as the carpet and the from of his clothes became soaked with the watery off-white substance. He gasped when he finally could. Vision finally clearing enough to take in the mess covering his front and feet, a puddle in front of his on the carpet.
He gasped again as he stumbled back away from the sick, bumping against the bedside table that sat between the beds. He was panting. His breathing becoming more and more frantic the longer he stared at the vomit on the ground. His eyes began to water, his lip quivering as he sucked in hiccup after hiccup.
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"Bobby!"
Both hunters perked up, just on there way out of Bobby's room where they'd decided to lay Dean, wanting to keep him separated from Sam for now.
"Sam!?" Bobby called back, both of them rushing for the boys room.
They burst in and pause to take in the scene. There's white watery vomit down Sam's front and on the floor a few steps from him from where he stands backed up against the bedside table, crying.
Sam looked up. One hand still on his gut, the other hovering in front of him covered in the sickly substance. His lip quivered as he let out a sob. Tears wetting his face more the longer the two stand in the doorway dumbfounded.
"Oh, Sam" Bobby breathed, slowly coming into the room, careful to avoid the splatter pile of puke soaking into the carpet "it's ok Boy" he cooed, reaching up to cup Sam's face. Both as a sigh of comfort and to check his temperature.
"I'll run ya a bath, yeah?" Jody offered, pausing for a nod that never came before she unstuck herself from the doorway and made her way down the hall.
"W-where..." Sam choked, immediately being shushed.
"Dean's asleep, Sam. He's in my bed. He's...comfortable" Bobby assured...kinda.
Sam stopped himself from licking his lips, knowing he'd get a tongue-full of puked up bile.
"Is...is he alright?" He asked, puppy eyes piecing into Bobby's core.
Bobby sighed, patting Sam's shoulder and looking him in the eyes.
"I'm not gonna lie to ya Sam. But lets get you cleaned up first" he offered.
Sam's gaze shook as it drifted down to look at himself. He again took in the sight of the spew covering him before he gave a slight nod.
"Ok" he rasped "ok".
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Curled up in the bath, knees pressed flush against his chest. The water had begun to go cold, but all Sam could do was stare down at his knees breaking the surface and sticking out into the cold air.
He curled his lips in and swallowed the lump in his throat. Screaming rung through his ears, yet he knew it wasn't real. It couldn't be. He flinched and dug his nails into his thighs, breaking some of the skin.
Sniffling, he glanced down at where his hip sat in the water, eyes scanning over it. He reached a hand down to run over the skin, tracing his nail over the smooth surface. He wondered what it would feel like to run a hand over Dean's thigh- which immediately grossed him out, but he still couldn't shake it. Considering all the scars his brother had down his right leg, he imagined it wouldn't be so smooth. But why did that matter?
Sam fiddled with his thumb nail a little, feeling how sharp the edge was while he considered he next move. Slowly, he began to gently press his nail into the skin of his upper thigh. He pressed until he couldn't supress a wince and then pulled the nail across the skin, causing a sting to ring out along the surface. He flinched a little and immediately clasped his hand over the mark. After a while, he lifted his hand and leaned closer to the surface of the water to see if it had left a cut.
What sat across his leg wasn't a cut per se, but it seemed to resemble one. The mark left by his nail was nothing but a red line that only seemed to dint his skin, not break it. Part of him felt a little disappointed, prepared to do it again when the door opened.
He flinched and perked up, pulling his hand up to his chest and burying his thumb in his fist.
Bobby paused in the doorway at the sight of the reaction. He reached out a gentle hand as he started to step in.
"Hey, it's alright. Just me" he assured.
Bobby had a towel hung over his arm. He took it off and placed it of the counter. Underneath the towel he had some clean clothes which he then placed on the other side of the sink.
He turned back to Sam, who was still curled up tight with a wary expression.
Bobby sighed "sorry it took so long" he said "got a bit caught up with uh..." his voice trailed off, eyes drifting to the door for a moment.
Sam didn't bother to engage in the topic. Not like there was much to engage in even if he wanted to.
Instead, he lowered his legs a little and sat up straighter.
"How's Dean" he asked "really".
Bobby looked back at Sam, sympathy written all over his face. The hunter shook his head and let his gaze fall to the ground with a heavy sigh.
"I don't want to lie to you Sam" he breathed, slowly looking back up.
"Than don't" Sam huffed, fighting back tears.
Bobby shook his head and ran a hand over his beard.
"It's...it's not good, Sam" he admitted, meeting the boy's watery eyes.
Sam swallowed a sob and sniffled "h-how bad?" He choked.
Singer licked his lips and looked away. He pinched his nose as he rubbed his beard. His eyes were starting to water as well, he was finding it hard to reel himself in with both boys so...distressed.
Sam's lip quivered. He swallowed another sob and leaned onto the side of the bath, glaring up at Bobby with a tear gaze.
"Bobby. How. Bad" he repeated, voice shaking.
Bobby shut his head, wiping a hand down his face before he garnered the courage to look back at the boy in the bath.
"Dean begged me not to tell you" he confessed, staring down at Sam trying to keep his eyes dry.
Sam's face grew red. Eyes beginning to leak the tears they were holding.
"You said you wouldn't lie to me!" He snapped, slashing the water as he jerked his body randomly in anger.
"I'm not lying! I'm telling you the truth, just with no details" Bobby defended.
"How badly is he hurt!?" Sam sobbed "what did I do to him!?" Sam's eyes were pouring tears now. Cheeks flushed and wet and his nose starting to run.
"Ok, ok. It's ok Sam. Come on, lets get you dressed and back to bed. You're clearly not alright" Bobby offered, stepping forward and reaching out a hand, the other reaching for the towel beside him.
"No shit! I shot my brother!" He sucked in a sharp and shaky breath before squealing "again!"
Bobby's brows furrowed deeper as he took hold of the towel and hesitated with moving forward to Sam.
He sighed and began to inch closer "ok, it's ok. He's gonna be alright" he cooed, reaching with the towel and aiming for Sam's shoulders.
"You're lying to me!" Sam snapped, leaning back from Bobby's attempted touch, splashing the water out of the tub.
Bobby tried not to grumble as he washed the water run over the tiles, some getting on him in the process. The hunter took a deep breath and turned his attention back to Sam. He took another step forward, lunging slightly to try grab the boy and wrap him in the towel.
"No!" Sam gasped, pulling back again.
"Sam!" Bobby fussed. Too late to intervene as Sam's head wacked against the tiled wall behind him.
Sam's face contorted into a wince for a moment, before his eyes opened in slits and dulled of life, rolling back as he collapsed forward against the tub.
"Dammit" Bobby muttered, stepping forward to catch Sam's head in the towel, the white fabric staring to go read. "Jody!" He called, turning to the door for a moment before attempting to pull Sam from the tub. "Jody, I need some help in here! Bring another towel as well!" He yelled towards the door again before he wrapped his arms around Sam's limp body, giving up on trying to lift him. He rubbed Sam's back gently as his eyes started to water.
"You're ok, you're ok Sam. It's gonna be ok" he whispered, hand placed between and pushing the boy's shoulder blades, holding him tightly.