The New Kid In Town
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I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Not So Social Social Worker
THE NEW KID IN TOWN
BY
JOXIE
Title : The New Kid In Town
Author : Joxie
Pairing : Sam/Dean
Rating : R
Summary : A peek into the world of Sam, Dean and Robbie. A collection of short stories and drabbles set in the Naturally Supernatural universe.
Feedback : Yes please, please be tactful and patient.
Disclaimer : I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Not So Social Social Worker
“Robbie has a vivid imagination he told me you’d been to hell Mr Randall” her eyes were hard and at odds with the smile on her face.
“Only figuratively not literally” Dean smiled back at her.
“Quite” her lips pursed.
Sam frowned at Dean before saying “Would you like another cup of coffee Miss Browell?
“No thank you three is enough I think” she looked through the papers on her lap “you say Robbie mixes with other children well and has no problems with his peer group?”
“That’s right” Dean confirmed.
“He loves swimming and attends Splash once a week, he also plays soccer and goes to Drama club on Saturday afternoons” Sam added.
“I’ll be contacting these clubs in due course” Miss Browell opened the bag at her feet and placed her papers in it “on an initial viewing everything seems fine. The bedroom you’ve converted into a school room is adequate and all Robbie’s modules are up to date in fact some subjects he is a head of his peer group. Though not many are taking Latin or first aid” Miss Browell stood up “Robbie is close to his Grandpa Bobby and Uncle Cas.”
“Yeah Cas takes him on trips and treats there great pals” Dean forced a smile.
“Hm” she picked up her bag “and Mr Singer?”
“Bobby lets him help around the yard Robbie likes cars” Sam smiled.
She returned her gaze to Dean “Robbie calls you Mom.”
“It started as a joke and sort of got stuck” Sam hurriedly explained.
“I see” she was still looking at Dean.
“He’ll grow out of it when he’s ready” Dean returned her disapproving look.
“I’m sure you right Mr Randall but you shouldn’t encourage him” a humourless smile graced her face.
She nodded to them both “I’ll be in touch but everything as I said before does seem fine” she headed for the door then paused “I would explain to him if I were you that there are no such things as demons or evil spirits” the door swung closed behind her.
Dean looked at Sam and yelled “Robbie!”
“Yeah” Robbie clattered down the stairs.
“What have you been saying to Miss Browell?” Dean demanded.
Robbie looked uncomfortable “Nothing much.”
“The truth Robbie” Dean’s eyes flashed in warning.
“She asked about the symbols on the ceiling so I told her” Robbie revealed reluctantly.
“Why?” Sam asked calmly.
“I want to go to school” Robbie muttered.
“You’ve just proved why we can’t send you” Dean told him sternly.
“Dean’s right if we can’t trust you…” Sam agreed.
“You can trust me” Robbie’s tone was outraged.
“Drop the attitude Robert John” Sam warned.
“Yes sir” Robbie mumbled not meeting Sam’s eyes.
“No tv for a month and Robbie if Cas turns up you can’t go with him” Dean told his son sternly.
“And kitchen duty until further notice” Sam added “now go and finish your maths project.”
Robbie pouted but didn’t say anything and with the weight of the world on his shoulders went back upstairs.
Dean turned to Sam “He got off lightly Dad would have taken his belt to him.”
“We’re not Dad” Sam ran a hand through his untidy hair “we might have to move on.”
“How’d you figure that out Sherlock?” Dean was frowning.
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The house was quiet Sam and Robbie were in town doing the weekly shop. So Dean was taking the time to clean and look over all there guns, sat at the kitchen table he happily lost himself in his work. Bobby strolled in dropping the post on the table and headed for the coffee pot.
Dean picked up the one brown envelope and tore it open and began to read “Shit.”
“You talking to me boy?” Bobby enquired.
“They want Robbie to see a children’s psychiatrist apparently there worried about his vivid and disturbing imagination” Dean handed the letter to Bobby “that Browell bitch we’re going to have to move double shit.”
“The appointment next week” Bobby glanced up from the letter in his hand.
“There not letting the grass grow under there feet” Dean replied.
“John’s methods might have been painful but at least they worked” Bobby shook his head.
“Sammy doesn’t believe in smacking never mind belting a child” Dean’s tone was neutral.
“The first time Robbie nearly gets himself killed all that will change” Bobby gruffly replied “the boy is as spoilt as Sam was at his age but with none of the discipline.”
“Well that’s all about to change” Dean muttered.
BY
JOXIE
Title : The New Kid In Town
Author : Joxie
Pairing : Sam/Dean
Rating : R
Summary : A peek into the world of Sam, Dean and Robbie. A collection of short stories and drabbles set in the Naturally Supernatural universe.
Feedback : Yes please, please be tactful and patient.
Disclaimer : I do not own Supernatural, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Not So Social Social Worker
“Robbie has a vivid imagination he told me you’d been to hell Mr Randall” her eyes were hard and at odds with the smile on her face.
“Only figuratively not literally” Dean smiled back at her.
“Quite” her lips pursed.
Sam frowned at Dean before saying “Would you like another cup of coffee Miss Browell?
“No thank you three is enough I think” she looked through the papers on her lap “you say Robbie mixes with other children well and has no problems with his peer group?”
“That’s right” Dean confirmed.
“He loves swimming and attends Splash once a week, he also plays soccer and goes to Drama club on Saturday afternoons” Sam added.
“I’ll be contacting these clubs in due course” Miss Browell opened the bag at her feet and placed her papers in it “on an initial viewing everything seems fine. The bedroom you’ve converted into a school room is adequate and all Robbie’s modules are up to date in fact some subjects he is a head of his peer group. Though not many are taking Latin or first aid” Miss Browell stood up “Robbie is close to his Grandpa Bobby and Uncle Cas.”
“Yeah Cas takes him on trips and treats there great pals” Dean forced a smile.
“Hm” she picked up her bag “and Mr Singer?”
“Bobby lets him help around the yard Robbie likes cars” Sam smiled.
She returned her gaze to Dean “Robbie calls you Mom.”
“It started as a joke and sort of got stuck” Sam hurriedly explained.
“I see” she was still looking at Dean.
“He’ll grow out of it when he’s ready” Dean returned her disapproving look.
“I’m sure you right Mr Randall but you shouldn’t encourage him” a humourless smile graced her face.
She nodded to them both “I’ll be in touch but everything as I said before does seem fine” she headed for the door then paused “I would explain to him if I were you that there are no such things as demons or evil spirits” the door swung closed behind her.
Dean looked at Sam and yelled “Robbie!”
“Yeah” Robbie clattered down the stairs.
“What have you been saying to Miss Browell?” Dean demanded.
Robbie looked uncomfortable “Nothing much.”
“The truth Robbie” Dean’s eyes flashed in warning.
“She asked about the symbols on the ceiling so I told her” Robbie revealed reluctantly.
“Why?” Sam asked calmly.
“I want to go to school” Robbie muttered.
“You’ve just proved why we can’t send you” Dean told him sternly.
“Dean’s right if we can’t trust you…” Sam agreed.
“You can trust me” Robbie’s tone was outraged.
“Drop the attitude Robert John” Sam warned.
“Yes sir” Robbie mumbled not meeting Sam’s eyes.
“No tv for a month and Robbie if Cas turns up you can’t go with him” Dean told his son sternly.
“And kitchen duty until further notice” Sam added “now go and finish your maths project.”
Robbie pouted but didn’t say anything and with the weight of the world on his shoulders went back upstairs.
Dean turned to Sam “He got off lightly Dad would have taken his belt to him.”
“We’re not Dad” Sam ran a hand through his untidy hair “we might have to move on.”
“How’d you figure that out Sherlock?” Dean was frowning.
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The house was quiet Sam and Robbie were in town doing the weekly shop. So Dean was taking the time to clean and look over all there guns, sat at the kitchen table he happily lost himself in his work. Bobby strolled in dropping the post on the table and headed for the coffee pot.
Dean picked up the one brown envelope and tore it open and began to read “Shit.”
“You talking to me boy?” Bobby enquired.
“They want Robbie to see a children’s psychiatrist apparently there worried about his vivid and disturbing imagination” Dean handed the letter to Bobby “that Browell bitch we’re going to have to move double shit.”
“The appointment next week” Bobby glanced up from the letter in his hand.
“There not letting the grass grow under there feet” Dean replied.
“John’s methods might have been painful but at least they worked” Bobby shook his head.
“Sammy doesn’t believe in smacking never mind belting a child” Dean’s tone was neutral.
“The first time Robbie nearly gets himself killed all that will change” Bobby gruffly replied “the boy is as spoilt as Sam was at his age but with none of the discipline.”
“Well that’s all about to change” Dean muttered.