Home Is... (Rating PG-13, Bobby)
With everything going on I didn't know if I'd make today's posting in time. I'm glad I was able to, somehow. Today's word is, 'shelter'. I hope that you enjoy it. :)
Title: Home Is...
Author: Digitalwave
Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Bobby
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300 words
Spoilers: Gen series spoilers for all aired episodes
Summary: Where the heart is.
Bobby stood in the doorway, watching the taillights of the Impala disappear down his drive. Every time they showed up on his doorstep he halfway expected it to be the last time he’d see them, breathing anyway.
It was why he’d promised himself, years ago, that, as long as he lived, those boys could always find shelter in his home.
Bobby’d thought that his heart died with the bullet that took his wife. That he hadn’t had any love left in him. Yeah, that notion died soon after the first time John fucking Winchester had shown up, with his brats in tow, asking for his help.
There was Dean, who’d been too damned quiet for his own good and little Sammy, with those cat’s eyes and a grin that filled the room.
He’d expected noise, he’d expected chaos. What he’d gotten instead were boys too used to making due, to living on their own. Too conditioned to the need to never call attention to themselves, for fear that it’d end up being the wrong kind.
John, god love him, was a like brother to Bobby. Lord knows they’d sure as hell fought like brothers, anyway. And he’d loved his sons with his whole damned heart. He’d just forgotten how to show them somewhere along the way.
They’d been kids, damn it, not soldiers! After the first few times meeting them, he and Jim had decided that, whenever they had the chance, they’d both sure as hell treat them like the kids they were.
So, somewhere along the way he’d become Uncle Bobby. He’d become confessor, friend, soldier in arms, and most of all, family. They’d become the sons he’d never thought he’d have, or even wanted. The kicker, the thing he’d never expected? Given the chance, he wouldn’t change a thing.
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Title: Home Is...
Author: Digitalwave
Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Bobby
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 300 words
Spoilers: Gen series spoilers for all aired episodes
Summary: Where the heart is.
Bobby stood in the doorway, watching the taillights of the Impala disappear down his drive. Every time they showed up on his doorstep he halfway expected it to be the last time he’d see them, breathing anyway.
It was why he’d promised himself, years ago, that, as long as he lived, those boys could always find shelter in his home.
Bobby’d thought that his heart died with the bullet that took his wife. That he hadn’t had any love left in him. Yeah, that notion died soon after the first time John fucking Winchester had shown up, with his brats in tow, asking for his help.
There was Dean, who’d been too damned quiet for his own good and little Sammy, with those cat’s eyes and a grin that filled the room.
He’d expected noise, he’d expected chaos. What he’d gotten instead were boys too used to making due, to living on their own. Too conditioned to the need to never call attention to themselves, for fear that it’d end up being the wrong kind.
John, god love him, was a like brother to Bobby. Lord knows they’d sure as hell fought like brothers, anyway. And he’d loved his sons with his whole damned heart. He’d just forgotten how to show them somewhere along the way.
They’d been kids, damn it, not soldiers! After the first few times meeting them, he and Jim had decided that, whenever they had the chance, they’d both sure as hell treat them like the kids they were.
So, somewhere along the way he’d become Uncle Bobby. He’d become confessor, friend, soldier in arms, and most of all, family. They’d become the sons he’d never thought he’d have, or even wanted. The kicker, the thing he’d never expected? Given the chance, he wouldn’t change a thing.
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