Title: Thank God for Bobby
Author: JenF
Disclaimer: I do not own the Winchester family, their property, their friends or their enemies. If you recognise something, it's probably not mine.
A/N: I think this is a one shot but I'm not too sure yet.
A/N2: Completely unbeta'd so any mistakes are my own.

Bobby's seen a lot in his time and he wishes he could say he's seen worse than this but he can't.

Because this has nothing to do with hunting, nothing to do with the supernatural. There are no vampires involved, no wendigoes lurking on the horizon, no zombies clawing their way out of the sodden earth.

This is about family. Or rather, the destruction of a family. One he'd hoped would stay together, stand firm in the face of adversity and all that crap but one that he knew would ultimately break into a thousand pieces.

Looking at the young man in front of him and trying to stop thinking of him as a boy, he feels his own heart breaking, just a little. He's been waiting for this day but he hadn't realised how devastating it would be.

"Sam," he says, casting sympathetic eyes over the forlorn figure standing hunched on his porch. He's not really expecting a reply but the silence answering him is disappointing anyway. He sighs and flings the door open, standing to one side to allow Sam passage.

But Sam doesn't move. Bobby huffs and reaches out to the younger man, fingers curling firmly round a rain drenched sleeve. He pulls gently but with enough force to unbalance Sam who stumbles drunkenly over the threshold.

For a moment Bobby wonders how much Dutch courage it took the boy to come here. But the thought is only fleeting as Bobby notes the absence of any liquor on his breath or clothes.

He kicks the door shut and steers Sam into the kitchen, depositing him on a chair at the table. Placing a tumbler of whiskey in front of his guest, bobby settles himself opposite Sam, nursing his own substantial shot.

"What happened?"he asks, breaking the silence pervading the room.

Sam finally looks up at him and Bobby is shocked by the despair and hopelessness in the eyes that meet his.

"He told me not to come back," is all Sam says.