Honey-Trapped 6/?
Chapter 6
Bobby was out of the bed and through the door before is brain even realized what had woken him up.
A scream.
Dean's scream.
On the gallery, hand already reached out for the door separating him from Dean, Bobby stopped. Like he always stopped. He knew this kind of scream, that wounded sound Dean only let out when sleep stripped him off his self-control, when it took away his bravado he kept up to hide the scared boy beneath.
Dean never wanted to be seen like this.
At first, when Dean had moved in with him, Bobby had tried to comfort him during nights like this but it never went well. Bobby's presence alone, seeing him like that, vulnerable and still too tied up in the nightmare to hide how lost he was, only made it worse.
So Bobby did what he always did when he heard Dean screaming his way out of a nightmare, he hovered at the door, ear almost pressed against it, waiting for Dean to settle down again.
This time, however, Dean wasn't alone. Sam was with him and he had woken up, too.
"You okay?" Bobby heard Sam's low voice after a moment of silence.
"I'm good." Dean answered, his voice hoarse and sleep heavy and not sounding good at all.
There was some rustling and shifting like they were trying to find a more comfortable position.
"Going to that bar with Bobby might not have been the best idea." Sam said.
Bobby didn't know what he was referring to but Dean seemed to know what he was talking about.
"Brought back some memories." Dean sounded almost amused.
"I'm still surprised that you wanted to go back there in the first place."
"The burgers are good." Dean answered. "And that was not the first time I took a beating or got called names. It wasn't a big deal."
It didn't feel like that was the real problem with whatever Sam had been referring to but he didn't call Dean out on it.
There was so much Bobby didn't know about those months Dean had been at Sam's mercy. Whatever had happened at the bar, it had been bad enough to cause nightmares.
And there was the fact that Dean had shot his own father only a few weeks ago and John in general, more than enough stuff to give Dean nightmares. Bobby knew that his distrust in Sam didn't help the situation either.
He half expected Sam to ask what Dean's dream had been about.
Instead Sam said nothing.
"You did merry Gwendolyn, didn't you?" Dean changed the topic after a long pause. He'd never been a talker when it came to personal things like nightmares and feelings.
It took Bobby a second to remember the story Sam had told over dinner.
"It was safer. For both of us." Sam admitted easily. "It had been different times."
"Hmm."
"Her parents never stopped hoping for grandchildren, though." Sam added with a little laugh and Dean joined in. But it lasted only for a minute.
They fell into silence for a while and Bobby was about to go back to his own bed. It didn't seem like he was needed here. And it hurt just a little bit that Dean accepted Sam's comfort while he had always rejected Bobby's.
"Are you ready to go back to sleep?" Sam asked quietly.
"You kissed me." Dean said, his tone almost accusing.
That statement came out of nowhere and Bobby inched a bit closer to the door. If Sam did something Dean didn't want …
"It seems to help when you have a nightmare." Bobby could hear the shrug in his words.
"It does. But I usually don't wake up when you do it." Dean muttered. There was more rustling. "Are you going to do something about it?" Bobby knew that tone. There was usually a raised eyebrow involved.
"If you insist." Sam let out a soft chuckle. "Try to keep quiet, we don't want to wake Bobby."
Bobby was tempted to tell them that it was too late for that but Dean cut in with an almost terrified "God, no!" that ended in a gargled sound. It sounded suspiciously sexual.
"Fuck, Sam." Dean's voice was strangled.
There was a wet slurping and Bobby really didn't want to know what was causing that noise. He had a pretty good idea, though.
"We could do that instead." Sam offered with a smug grin. Bobby didn't need to see his face to know that it was there. "Or I just keep sucking you down to the root until you come in my throat. Or both, both would be good too. We can do both."
That was the moment when Bobby decided to return to his own bed before he would be the one suffering from nightmares.
"Of course you'd do both, you bottomless pit." Was the last thing Bobby heard before he closed his door and crawled back under the covers.
Looked like the comfort Dean needed after one of his nightmares was nothing Bobby could give him. That Sam was the one giving it to Dean still didn't sit right with him, though. But it was good to know that Dean wasn't lying there alone in the dark with nothing but his thoughts for company.
The building had large rooms with high ceilings and very little furniture in it. Walls were a rare sight and the ones that were there weren't exactly brick walls.
Sam and Dean seemed used to being alone with nobody around in at least a one mile radius.
Sound carried in the loft.
Sound amplified in the loft.
Bobby buried his head under the pillow to shut out the sex noises, wondering if it wouldn't be better for his sanity if he went downstairs to watch some TV. Loud.
He loved Dean like his own but there were things he didn't want to know about him. How he sounded when he came was one of those things.
In the last half an hour he'd heard him come twice. Sam too. He sounded more animalistic than Dean.
What was his life that he compared those noises?
And it didn't sound like they were done. Bobby tucked the pillow more firmly around his head.
How much stamina could one person have? Or both of them because they were both still participating. Bobby's mind tried to come up with pictures for the sounds he heard, wondering what exactly they were doing over there.
Then, with a breathless "Sam" followed by an equally breathless "Dean", they finally fell quiet.
Bobby held his breath for a moment, not trusting the sudden silence. He heard water running and the soft murmur of voices too low to understand. And then there was silence.
Bobby poked his head out from under the pillow. Everything was quiet.
He made himself more comfortable, head now on the pillow, but it took him a while until he found his way back to sleep.
At least Dean didn't seem to have any more nightmares that night.
In the morning when Bobby stood in the shower, he wondered if he should mention that he'd heard them or not. Mentioning it over breakfast would be awkward, especially since it was Saturday so Sam would be there as well, but not mentioning would bear the risk that it would happen again.
Still not sure what to do Bobby made his way down the stairs, following the rich aroma of the coffee. Damn, he needed on of those coffee makers at home.
Humming to himself Dean stood at the stove, preparing breakfast. Scrambled eggs and bacon, as far as Bobby could tell. Which was Dean's breakfast of choice whenever he could get away with it. The boy would did from a heart attack before he reached forty with that diet but at least it looked like Dean would reach forty so that was improvement, right?
With his drifter lifestyle, one night stands he'd picked up at questionable bars and his lack of any sense of self-preservation … Bobby had lived in fear of a nightly phone call telling him that they had found Dean's body for years.
Sam might not be the person Bobby wanted to see in Dean's life but at least his life had become stable with him.
"Morning." Dean greeted him with a grin when Bobby approached him. "Slept well?"
"About that." He scratched his beard, not sure how to phrase it. "Your bedroom is not as soundproof as you think."
Dean nearly choked on a piece of egg he'd snagged out of the pan while Bobby calmly walked over to the coffee maker to pour himself a cup.
When he turned around Dean was still spluttering, face red with embarrassment.
"You heard us?" Dean finally choked out.
"Hard not to." He answered before he realized that that probably wasn't the best way to phrase it but the way Dean's blush deepened, the tips of his ears were red now, it was totally worth it.
"Sam's still sleeping?" Bobby asked, enjoying this more than he should but after what he had to suffer through last night Dean deserved a little torture. And Bobby really didn't want to hear stuff like that again next night.
Rubbing the back of his head Dean turned away, pretending that the eggs needed his full attention.
"He gets tired after, you know." He made a vague gesture with the spatula. "And so soon after …" Dean stopped himself there, eyes wide as if he'd almost said something he didn't want to tell Bobby.
Presuming it was something sex related Bobby really didn't want to know.
By the time breakfast was ready, Sam had made his way downstairs as well. He was still in his sleepwear, sweats and a t-shirt, and his hair looked more like a rat's nest than anything else but he was too tired to care. Even after a coffee he still had trouble keeping his eyes open much to Dean's amusement.
There was one of those inside jokes hidden in there, Bobby was sure of that, but he didn't ask. He didn't think he would like the answer.
At least Sam was too tired to be embarrassed when Dean told him that there would be no more sex while Bobby stayed with them. Or he was just more casual about sex.
"You'll survive a few days without." Dean teased.
"If I have to." Sam muttered but he was half-asleep so there was no heat behind his words.
"You used to go for weeks without." Dean reminded him. Done with his breakfast he pushed the plate away and leaned back with his coffee in hand.
"Doesn't mean I like it." Sam grumbled and Dean burst out laughing.
Bobby sat between them, shaking his head.
Idjits, he thought too fondly and hurried to hide his smile behind his cup.
"Any plans for today?" He changed the topic before Dean could come up with war stories of the horizontal kind. The boy could be a bit oversharing when it came to his sex life and after last night Bobby knew more about that than he ever wanted.
Sam's eyes drifted over to the couch with caused another burst of laughter from Dean.
"No, no." Dean snapped his fingers to get Sam's attention. "You said we should do some bonding stuff, show Bobby the city. Not my fault that you're too greedy for your own good."
Sam didn't look amused but he nodded and even gave Bobby a little smile.
His behavior reminded Bobby of his first day here. Sam had been tired like this then as well. The way Dean had talked about it, Bobby had assumed it was somehow food indicated. But seeing him now, tired out by a sex marathon, Bobby wasn't so sure about that anymore.
He didn't know sex coma was a thing but it explained a lot about Sam.
At least Dean found it highly amusing.
Chapter 7
Masterpost