Putting the slash fiction back in Slash Fiction

[laurificus]

So! lazy_daze said she wished it could be hiatus, so we could all write lots of schmoopy making up fic, and I of course wish that too.

Sadly, the universe is still strangely resistant to bending to my will, but here is the next best thing. The 706 Reunionating Comment-Fic Meme!
A place full of post-706 reunionation and schmoop (gen or wincest, as you

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[withdiamonds]

"Well, no, but I know he's sorry." Not noticeably, but Bobby knows Dean. He can't stand to have Sam mad at him. Bobby's doing them both a favor here, really, trying to get them to kiss and make up.

Not to mention the rest of the world.

And there his brain goes again with things he doesn't want to know about.

"He's always sorry, but he keeps doing stuff like this. He lied to me about something important, Bobby. I'm not his girlfriend, you know. I'm not gonna come running back -"

"Did he say why he lied?" Bobby interrupts. The less he hears about girlfriends, the happier he'll be. He feels like a cop trying to keep a suspect on the line as long as he can, but if he can get more information about what actually happened, he'll have a better chance of heading Armageddon II off at the pass.

"I didn't ask him. I don't care, Bobby. I'm sick of him always thinking he knows best all the time." Now Sam just sounds tired, and Bobby feels kind of bad. God knows Sam's got a point.

"Where are ya, kid?"

"Nice try, Bobby. I'm fine. I'll be back, don't worry." There's a pause, then Sam says, "Is he okay?"

Which gives Bobby an idea. He runs through the pros and cons real quick and decides the upside beats the downside. They'll probably be pissed as hell, but the fate of the world hangs in the balance here, resting on his ability to get these two chuckleheads back together again in the same car.

"Bobby?"

"Yeah, sure, kid, Dean's okay. I mean, you know. Mostly."

"What? What's the matter with him?" Sam snorts. "Fatal hangover?"

Okay, Sam really is pissed. "No, ya idjit. Well, not yet, anyway. Um, it's his leg. It's been giving him some trouble, and he kind of fell down some stairs yesterday." Bobby rolls his eyes at himself. That's the best he could come up with?

Well, it was pretty off-the-cuff, and Sam seems to be buying it. "He fell? Why didn’t you say so in the first place? Is he hurt?"

Bobby smiles to himself. "The booze is numbing the pain. Don't worry about it. You've got your own stuff, he'll be fine. The new cast won't be on for more'n a month or two, I reckon."

Bobby listens to Sam breathe for a minute, and then, satisfied with how panicked it sounds, he says, "Well, I gotta run. Your brother's hollering for something to eat. Better get them beans cooking."

Bobby hits end and chuckles. One down, one to go.

When he goes back inside, Dean's still sitting like a lump on the couch. Bobby shakes his head. Maybe this'll get his ass moving.

"Hey, Dean. I was just on the phone with that brother of yours." He waits for Dean to take the bait.

"Yeah?" Dean jerks his head around to look at Bobby and then tries to pretend he didn't.

"Yeah. Seems he's run into a spot of trouble." Bobby sets the hook.

"What kind of trouble?" Dean stares at Bobby, real fear in his eyes, although he's still trying to play it all nonchalant.

Bobby decided on his walk back into the cabin that he couldn't go with hallucinations for this. That was too big a deal to play around with. Dean really would kill him for that.