Bobby and Death - Burying the Hatchet ((closed RP, Bobby, Death, Castiel, Dean))

[junkyard_hunter]

“Hey Bobby.”

“Cas and the boys ain’t here,” he said shortly, turning away from the door, leaving a slightly awkward looking Death standing there. Great. Now he’d have to try and be civil. He didn’t do things like that well.

“That’s okay. I.. I thought we should talk anyway.” Death followed him inside. He hadn’t thrown her out or slammed the

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Death and Dean

[i_shot_a_dick]

Dean was getting much better with those moving staircases so he made decent time getting over to Ravenclaw, unfortunately not as decent time as Cas could make so some how in the coming and going he missed the angel entirely.

When he stepped up to the door Dean nearly just opened it and walked in, though the thought occurred that he wasn't sure what those two were up to and teasing Cas was one thing, seeing his bare ass in the air was another entirely.

Instead he knocked and made himself known "Hey Cas, Death, c'mon I know one of you are here, it's me Dean, we need to talk."

Re: Death and Dean

[endlessgoth]

Death stirred from an unexpectedly sound sleep when Dean knocked sharply on the door. Still groggy, she reached out for Castiel, searching for his warmth and was surprised to find that she was alone. Her fingers found paper and she sat up, reading the elegant script

[i_shot_a_dick]

Dean raised an eyebrow when she came to the door in nothing but well, his tee shirt that he had give to Cas. He had been right to knock it seemed, but some thing told him Cas was not here or he would have stopped the woman from appearing at the door that way with Dean Winchester there

[endlessgoth]

Well this was off to a bang-up start.

Death turned away from him, her voice tired. "Dean, I think I've about hit my quota for being bitched at today, okay? I already tried to apologize to Bobby for what happened." She started gathering up the clothes on the floor, feeling her cheeks burn. "He didn't.. it.. forget it."

The clothes that had been discarded in such haste were dumped on the edge of the bed. "Hang on." With a tangible surge of power, enough to raise the hairs on the back of Dean's neck, Death manifested the rest of her clothes. She wasn't sure why, but she left the tee on. It was comfortable, and it still smelled faintly of Castiel.

"Then why come here? I don't think Bobby's exactly going to want to talk to me."

[i_shot_a_dick]

"Sorry...." It was uttered out and it was genuine, Dean hadn't meant to get defensive or crude. Though her burning cheeks did leave the hunter's expression with a little smirk, he'd get Cas about this later on. He noted the fact that the tee shirt remained and just nodded his head. He was right about her, Death or not, she wasn't malicious and it made coming up with the right words a little easier

[endlessgoth]

Death tried to smile at his joke. At least the guy was trying and not coming in with both barrels blazing

[i_shot_a_dick]

Dean grimaced when he saw the hurt in her face, he had used the wrong words, he hadn't meant that her intentions were to throw it at Bobby. But that the out of left field had done just that, intended or not. He was trying to explain why Bobby reacted the way he did. And as he went to put his hands up to stop her and explain herself, she continued and Dean felt a knot in his stomach.

He walked over and sat down beside the woman, cracking a smile at her last statement "Angels are dicks, Cas just isn't as bad as the rest." Dean placed his hands on his knees and looked over at the wall.

"Okay, I didn't mean you threw it at him, just out of no where like that, takes a guy off his feet. I know you meant good and some day Bobby will thank you or at least admit it means some thing to him. Just right now, he's raw, kind of like a skinned rabbit. He's got nothin' left to hide, you know his biggest weakness. That's hard for a guy like him, he didn't mean to be an ass and for what it counts, he is sorry."

[endlessgoth]

She listened quietly as he spoke and gave Dean a small smile. These mortals that Castiel called family never failed to impress her, especially Dean. He could be loud, obnoxious and even a little boorish, but he was also a good friend and shockingly perceptive. "You're one hell of a guy, Dean Winchester, you know that?"

Death nodded, "That's about what Castiel said. I should probably go talk to him. Unless you think he's still gonna be upset? I don't want to make this any worse than it already is. But I don't want him avoiding you guys just because I'm around. That's not right. You guys were a family long before Castiel and I, well.."

[i_shot_a_dick]

Dean would deny any of that if she told him and at her one hell of a guy comment Dean knew what she meant and he appreciated it "Yeah, I'm pretty awesome, ain't I" Despite how cocky he was in his response, Dean knew he was not nearly as 'great' as they all thought he was, he just kept on going, he refused to give in. Didn't make him great, just made him stubborn he thought.

"Yeah, I think it's safe to head back, he's had to time to cool his head and he seemed pretty beat up about bein' mean to you. C'mon, I'll walk back with you." He rose from the bed and jerked his head towards the door with a grin at her next comment "Before you started gettin' the angel juice." Then Dean had to wrinkle his nose because it was funny till the fact that it was true settled in, then it was just more than he wanted to know.

"Eh, let's go, Cas is probably there by now."

[endlessgoth]

((edited because the mun is apparently brain dead))

Now that got him a more sincere smile. "All that and modest too, huh?" Death nudged him and got to her feet. At the angel crack she simply punched him in the arm. "Butthead."

She could have spirited them back, but the walk would help clear her mind. "I'm glad you're out of the house. I know Castiel's missed having you around. Sam too."

They hesitated outside of Bobby's door. Death could sense Castiel's presence, the roil of power that he managed to keep contained. He had been so very angry. She raised her hand and knocked.