Transformation
Title: Transformation
Author: jdl71
Challenge/Prompt: spn_bigpretzel Bobby/Home Decorating
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 400
Characters: Bobby, Mention of Sam & Dean
Summary: Bobby thinks about home improvements and redecorating.
Bobby walked into the living room, eyes going from corner to corner as he surveyed every aspect of the room. He held the bag containing the paint swatches he had picked up at the home improvement store in one hand, while the other rubbed at the back of his head. He looked down at it dubiously, he wasn’t even sure why he had bothered to take the swatches, why he hadn’t just tossed them in the trash as soon as he had walked out of the store. He had only stopped in for some spackle to cover up some cracks in one of the walls, nothing more. Yet when the sales assistant had approached him about making improvements and redecorating, he just couldn’t say no to her. She had been so earnest in her approach and somehow had managed to bypass his gruff exterior. He was getting soft in his old age.
Shabby Chic the sales assistant had mentioned when he had described his home. What the hell did that mean? Was that even a thing, he wondered to himself. Rundown was more like it. The house had seen better days, just like him, that was for sure, but this was still his home. He had raised two hellions - Sam and Dean - here and if these walls could talk, they’d tell one epic tale of love, laughter, pain and suffering and loss. He could never forget what he had lost within these walls, the memories would always be there. No new coat of paint would ever erase that. But, those boys had brought a lot of love to his old home when he had thought those days were over. New furniture would be useless, it would only get broken in some scuffle when the boys passed through again. Something always ended up smashed to pieces with those two when they were around. He rolled his eyes at the thought of Sam and Dean, and their foolish antics to one-up each other.
Need for improvements, that was out of the question. You couldn’t slap lipstick on a pig and call it a princess, so why pretend with his home? There would be no home decorating to change a thing, he thought to himself as he dumped the bag into the trash can.
No, he liked his home the way it was, a reflection of him; old and rundown, but still standing.
Author: jdl71
Challenge/Prompt: spn_bigpretzel Bobby/Home Decorating
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 400
Characters: Bobby, Mention of Sam & Dean
Summary: Bobby thinks about home improvements and redecorating.
Bobby walked into the living room, eyes going from corner to corner as he surveyed every aspect of the room. He held the bag containing the paint swatches he had picked up at the home improvement store in one hand, while the other rubbed at the back of his head. He looked down at it dubiously, he wasn’t even sure why he had bothered to take the swatches, why he hadn’t just tossed them in the trash as soon as he had walked out of the store. He had only stopped in for some spackle to cover up some cracks in one of the walls, nothing more. Yet when the sales assistant had approached him about making improvements and redecorating, he just couldn’t say no to her. She had been so earnest in her approach and somehow had managed to bypass his gruff exterior. He was getting soft in his old age.
Shabby Chic the sales assistant had mentioned when he had described his home. What the hell did that mean? Was that even a thing, he wondered to himself. Rundown was more like it. The house had seen better days, just like him, that was for sure, but this was still his home. He had raised two hellions - Sam and Dean - here and if these walls could talk, they’d tell one epic tale of love, laughter, pain and suffering and loss. He could never forget what he had lost within these walls, the memories would always be there. No new coat of paint would ever erase that. But, those boys had brought a lot of love to his old home when he had thought those days were over. New furniture would be useless, it would only get broken in some scuffle when the boys passed through again. Something always ended up smashed to pieces with those two when they were around. He rolled his eyes at the thought of Sam and Dean, and their foolish antics to one-up each other.
Need for improvements, that was out of the question. You couldn’t slap lipstick on a pig and call it a princess, so why pretend with his home? There would be no home decorating to change a thing, he thought to himself as he dumped the bag into the trash can.
No, he liked his home the way it was, a reflection of him; old and rundown, but still standing.