Title: Deadly Patient

Author: LittleLonnie

Prompt by: radiumgirl (LJ)

Warnings: RoboSam?

Characters: Sam, Bobby, Dean

Summary: Set during 6x11 - RoboSam shatters his leg when Bobby springs the trap door on him. Bobby notices Robo Sam drifts into shock and he decides to tend to him. Problem is that Robo Sam still wants Bobby dead.

Disclaimer: "Supernatural" and all characters belong to Eric Kripke.

Chapter 1 - Behind Closed Doors

Bobby carefully opened the closet door and looked over the open trap door. He spotted Sam curling in on himself before vanishing out of sight. Bobby closed the trap door and hurried over to the door to the basement where he can hear Sam trying to climb up. Then there's suddenly the sound of metal hitting metal as Sam tried to break open the door. Bobby explained that it was useless for Sam to try to break through, but didn't get any answer.

"You want to explain to me what this is all about?" Bobby leaned closer to the door. He could hear Sam shift and moan a little on the other side of the door before the unmistakable sound of the big body plumping down on the steps.

"Just a... I have to do this, Bobby," Sam finally spoke, huffing sounds escaping his mouth and Bobby frowned. Had he gotten hurt?

"Says who?" Bobby shook his head. Didn't matter if the Winchester was hurt. Not now. He was up and talking anyway.

"If Dean shoves that soul back in, think about how bad that could really be," Sam explained before saying something else Bobby can't quite catch,

"I mean, it's not like I want to kill you. You've been nothing but good to me."

"So? Demon deal or something?" Bobby questioned.

"Spell," Sam said shortly before there's shuffling again on the other side of the door.

"You're making a mistake, Sam," Bobby explained. He waited for an answer, but only got more shuffling. Then suddenly a loud thump further down that made Bobby jump a little in surprise.

"Sam?" he listened closely, holding a breath. When he heard shuffling again he let his breath go. Even if he was a little hurt, he was still moving. Robo Sam was obviously though anyway. He'd be fine until Dean got back.

Bobby stepped back from the door and went into the kitchen while running a hand over his face. He knew Sam with a soul would never do this, but damnit it the situation was breaking his heart. How could he possibly look at Sam the same way now? What if they couldn't get Sam's soul back? What then?

He stopped and looked at the spot in his kitchen where he had knocked Robo Sam unconscious. How the hell had he managed to get up that fast? His thoughts were interrupted when he recognized the sound of the door to the panic room open. He took him another few seconds before getting out of the house and walk over to where he could see down into his panic room.

Carefully he looked down into the room and sure enough there was Sam resting on the floor against the tiny cot. He could see that the young man's eyes were closed, a hand resting on his temple where he was bleeding from where Bobby had struck him. His other arm was propping him up on the cot while one of the long legs was lying straight out on the floor. It was then Bobby noticed it was bloody.

"Sam?" Bobby asked quietly. It took another moment or two before Sam opened his eyes and looked right at him. Bobby would never admit it, but his blood ran cold at the look in his eyes. Bobby forced himself to look away and took in Sam's pale skin. So Robo Sam was one hell of a though guy, but he could be beaten. He could be hurt and the body would react the same way it would with a soul. Only difference now was that this Sam got no sympathy from Bobby. The real Sam got hurt all the time and Bobby sure as hell hated seeing the kid hurt. But this guy? Nah. He'd be fine. He could stay there until Dean got back. Bobby stood up and returned to his house.

Meanwhile Sam closed his eyes again once Bobby left. He couldn't believe he had let the old man get the upper hand. Now he was stuck here, leg hurting and bleeding under him. His head was pounding and he found himself drifting a little. When he opened one eye again the first thing he saw was the top of the panic room. Maybe he could get out there? Carefully Sam got up on one leg, groaning loudly as he put a little weight on his wounded leg for too long.

Even I'm not getting up there with this leg, Sam thought to himself as he looked up at the ceiling again before finding himself getting dizzy from it. He stumbled one legged to the panic room door, but when he tried to get over the threshold his good leg got caught in something and he fell hard to the ground, falling hard on his wounded leg. He think he might have screamed, but he was already drifting before he could come to a conclusion.