muse_write | Prompt Set #10 Family
After Bobby had recovered from the shock of seeing Dean alive and well - and Dean had dried off from the holy water - the two of them had fallen into an awkward silence. Bobby looked like he wanted to tell Dean something while Dean just wanted to play ignorant.
There hadn’t been any mention of Sam, not since Dean had tried to ask Bobby about him, and the older man had brushed Dean off. Dean wasn’t looking to find out that something bad had happened. He’d just found his way out of Hell, he didn’t need to find out Sam was in trouble, or worse.
Not right then. He wanted to bask in the fact he was alive, even if it came with nightmares, and even if it all seemed a little pointless without Sammy there. He scratched at the back of his neck and got up from the table to move to the sofa. His elbows rested on top of his knees and for a long moment Dean just stared at the floor.
It was still surreal to be at Bobby’s place, to be sitting on furniture, and to be wearing his own clothes. It was also strange just how... quiet it was. Dean didn’t realise just how much he appreciated silence until now.
No screaming.
No crying.
No begging.
Just a blissful nothing. It was probably the other reason Dean wasn’t in a rush to start talking. He knew Bobby had questions, and Dean wasn’t in the mood to answer them. Especially when trying to work out how he’d gotten out of Hell just made his head hurt. There were times when being a dumb jock was appropriate.
He looked up to find Bobby watching him again, and cleared his throat. Bobby was family as much as Sam was, even without the blood tie. For a moment Dean’s face seemed to crumble, and he wasn’t sure if he was about to start crying with relief, or even just throw up. Bobby started to get up, and Dean held his hand up.
“Where’s Sam?” he asked in a choked whisper.
Bobby sat back down, and took his hat off briefly to rub his hand over his hair. “Dean... I don’t know how to tell you this, but he’s... ah, he’s in hospital. I didn’t have a chance to get to him yet, had a hunt keeping me here. Then you showed up like goddamn ghost.”
“What?” Dean leaned forward as he frowned. “And you’re only just mentioning this?”
“He got it into his stupid head that he could go after Lilith alone once you were... gone. He wanted to get revenge. Only because he went off all half-cocked, he got beat down by the evil bitch. He’s laid up in a hospital in New York. I only know because I got some call from someone there. He had some fake ID on him, and apparently Bruce Banner was listed as his emergency contact. Do I look green to you?”
Dean opened his mouth, before he just shook his head. “You’re just not very pretty when you’re angry, Bobby. Alright, so Sam was being... an idiot, and got himself hurt. You at least know which hospital?”
Bobby gave a nod, and scribbled down the name of it before holding out the piece of paper for Dean to come and get. “Need a ride?”
“Why, where’s the-” Dean let out a groan. “She’s in New York, isn’t she? Probably dented up by now, or towed because he didn’t park it somewhere safe. Aw, man! Sure there isn’t anything else you need to tell me just so we can get all the bad news out of the way?”
“I heard they’re planning a Barbarella remake.”
Dean stood up as he pouted and took the piece of paper. “You really are just one big wet flannel blanket, aren’t you?”
Dean Winchester
Supernatural
Words:
Sam is notjustsammy and referred to with permission, Bobby is... mine? An NPC anyway so not binding on any in existence.
There hadn’t been any mention of Sam, not since Dean had tried to ask Bobby about him, and the older man had brushed Dean off. Dean wasn’t looking to find out that something bad had happened. He’d just found his way out of Hell, he didn’t need to find out Sam was in trouble, or worse.
Not right then. He wanted to bask in the fact he was alive, even if it came with nightmares, and even if it all seemed a little pointless without Sammy there. He scratched at the back of his neck and got up from the table to move to the sofa. His elbows rested on top of his knees and for a long moment Dean just stared at the floor.
It was still surreal to be at Bobby’s place, to be sitting on furniture, and to be wearing his own clothes. It was also strange just how... quiet it was. Dean didn’t realise just how much he appreciated silence until now.
No screaming.
No crying.
No begging.
Just a blissful nothing. It was probably the other reason Dean wasn’t in a rush to start talking. He knew Bobby had questions, and Dean wasn’t in the mood to answer them. Especially when trying to work out how he’d gotten out of Hell just made his head hurt. There were times when being a dumb jock was appropriate.
He looked up to find Bobby watching him again, and cleared his throat. Bobby was family as much as Sam was, even without the blood tie. For a moment Dean’s face seemed to crumble, and he wasn’t sure if he was about to start crying with relief, or even just throw up. Bobby started to get up, and Dean held his hand up.
“Where’s Sam?” he asked in a choked whisper.
Bobby sat back down, and took his hat off briefly to rub his hand over his hair. “Dean... I don’t know how to tell you this, but he’s... ah, he’s in hospital. I didn’t have a chance to get to him yet, had a hunt keeping me here. Then you showed up like goddamn ghost.”
“What?” Dean leaned forward as he frowned. “And you’re only just mentioning this?”
“He got it into his stupid head that he could go after Lilith alone once you were... gone. He wanted to get revenge. Only because he went off all half-cocked, he got beat down by the evil bitch. He’s laid up in a hospital in New York. I only know because I got some call from someone there. He had some fake ID on him, and apparently Bruce Banner was listed as his emergency contact. Do I look green to you?”
Dean opened his mouth, before he just shook his head. “You’re just not very pretty when you’re angry, Bobby. Alright, so Sam was being... an idiot, and got himself hurt. You at least know which hospital?”
Bobby gave a nod, and scribbled down the name of it before holding out the piece of paper for Dean to come and get. “Need a ride?”
“Why, where’s the-” Dean let out a groan. “She’s in New York, isn’t she? Probably dented up by now, or towed because he didn’t park it somewhere safe. Aw, man! Sure there isn’t anything else you need to tell me just so we can get all the bad news out of the way?”
“I heard they’re planning a Barbarella remake.”
Dean stood up as he pouted and took the piece of paper. “You really are just one big wet flannel blanket, aren’t you?”
Dean Winchester
Supernatural
Words:
Sam is notjustsammy and referred to with permission, Bobby is... mine? An NPC anyway so not binding on any in existence.