The Birds
Title: The Birds
Author: my_sam_dean
Pairing/Character: Sam, Dean, Bobby
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural
spn_contest Prompt: Last Sunrise
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers through all of Season 3. DON'T read if you haven't seen the finale.
Author Notes: Beta'd by the wonderful
moonstone1220
Sam sat in front of the window, sipping coffee as he had done for many years. Long retired from hunting, he thought back to the last sunrise before Dean was dragged to Hell by the hellhounds.
He couldn't remember who had grabbed the coffee that morning, just that they were up before sunrise. They'd only slept a couple hours if at all. Sam only rested because Dean had insisted on it. Told him that he needed to take care of himself because either they needed to find a way to break the deal or Sam would have to find a way to get Dean out.
It hadn't been a spectacular sunrise. The day was gloomy, which fit the mood. Sam had looked hard for a whole year. There was no way he could pull a Hail Mary on the last day. Dean knew it, too. He just loved Sam too much to tell him that he knew.
When the hounds came for Dean, he tried to fight them. When he fell to the ground, Sam cradled him in his arms. He begged Dean not to leave him, even though he knew Dean had no say in it. Sam needed Dean to feel him near and know that he was not dying alone. Bobby stayed a few steps back, knowing that Sam needed him there but that Sam needed those last few moments with his brother to be private.
Sam kept his promise with Bobby's help. They got Dean back from Hell. Sam finally felt alive again for the first time since Dean's death.
They continued to hunt and Lilith was at the top of their list. Bobby wasn't missing out on that fight. He was family and deserved to be there when revenge was taken.
Dean going to hell, getting him out, hunting Lilith, it all took a toll on Bobby. He thought of Sam and Dean as his own sons. To them, he was always the same gruff Bobby. He never showed them how twisted and torn he was inside. He never wanted them to feel guilty for what he felt.
After they'd had their fill of the hunting life, Bobby invited them to stay with him. Dean was starting to turn gray at the temples but he still got more than his share of the ladies. He decided that his favorite chores were to mow the lawn or fix cars. If he could do both in one day, he was in heaven.
Just seeing Dean smile lightened the load on Sam's heart. He never got over losing Dean, even temporarily. He wondered if Dean thought about his deal, but he never dared to ask. He didn't want to take the smile away from him.
"Whatcha watching?" Dean asked as he joined Sam at the window.
"Just the birds," Sam sighed. "Might have to pick up another feeder when you're in town."
"What makes you think I'm going to town?"
"It's Friday night, Dean. I'm betting that you have a date and most of the girls live in town. By my amazing power of deduction, I thought you just might be going there."
"Why do you think I'd pick one up?"
"Because I asked you to," Sam looked at him. "And you love watching the birds and much as I do."
Dean started to protest but Sam cut him off.
"Don't bother arguing, Dean. I've seen you."
"Fine," Dean gave in. "What kind do we need?"
"What do we need?" Bobby asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Another bird feeder," Sam replied.
"You do know that another bird feeder will attract more birds, right?"
"Yeah."
"It also means more bird shit on the cars," Bobby had to spell it out for them.
"I take it back. No way in hell am I getting you another bird feeder. My baby gets bombarded enough by those flying poop machines the way it is. Which reminds me, I have to wash the newest batch off the Impala before I go in for my date," Dean informed them before he left the room.
"He's got another date?" Bobby asked.
"Dean's still Dean. Aging hasn't matured him one bit."
"You'd think age would slow him down just a little. I've lived here my whole life and I've never had as many dates as Dean has in town."
"You jealous?" Sam chuckled.
"Do you think he's pulling our leg about having these dates?"
Sam thought for a minute as they watched Dean walk over to the garage. "Doubt it. I don't know if it's the smile or the car but he hooks them line and sinker."
"How about you?"
"How about me, what?"
"When are you going to have a date?"
"Bobby, I gave up on dating long ago. I'm destined to become an old grouch like you."
"I ain't grouchy. Just a little rough around the edges," Bobby shuffled out of the kitchen.
Sam smiled to himself as he went back to bird watching. A loud engine scared them away from the feeder. Sam looked off toward the garage to find Dean revving his baby, pleased with himself that he scared the birds.
Author: my_sam_dean
Pairing/Character: Sam, Dean, Bobby
Disclaimer: I own nothing Supernatural
spn_contest Prompt: Last Sunrise
Rating: R
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers through all of Season 3. DON'T read if you haven't seen the finale.
Author Notes: Beta'd by the wonderful
moonstone1220
Sam sat in front of the window, sipping coffee as he had done for many years. Long retired from hunting, he thought back to the last sunrise before Dean was dragged to Hell by the hellhounds.
He couldn't remember who had grabbed the coffee that morning, just that they were up before sunrise. They'd only slept a couple hours if at all. Sam only rested because Dean had insisted on it. Told him that he needed to take care of himself because either they needed to find a way to break the deal or Sam would have to find a way to get Dean out.
It hadn't been a spectacular sunrise. The day was gloomy, which fit the mood. Sam had looked hard for a whole year. There was no way he could pull a Hail Mary on the last day. Dean knew it, too. He just loved Sam too much to tell him that he knew.
When the hounds came for Dean, he tried to fight them. When he fell to the ground, Sam cradled him in his arms. He begged Dean not to leave him, even though he knew Dean had no say in it. Sam needed Dean to feel him near and know that he was not dying alone. Bobby stayed a few steps back, knowing that Sam needed him there but that Sam needed those last few moments with his brother to be private.
Sam kept his promise with Bobby's help. They got Dean back from Hell. Sam finally felt alive again for the first time since Dean's death.
They continued to hunt and Lilith was at the top of their list. Bobby wasn't missing out on that fight. He was family and deserved to be there when revenge was taken.
Dean going to hell, getting him out, hunting Lilith, it all took a toll on Bobby. He thought of Sam and Dean as his own sons. To them, he was always the same gruff Bobby. He never showed them how twisted and torn he was inside. He never wanted them to feel guilty for what he felt.
After they'd had their fill of the hunting life, Bobby invited them to stay with him. Dean was starting to turn gray at the temples but he still got more than his share of the ladies. He decided that his favorite chores were to mow the lawn or fix cars. If he could do both in one day, he was in heaven.
Just seeing Dean smile lightened the load on Sam's heart. He never got over losing Dean, even temporarily. He wondered if Dean thought about his deal, but he never dared to ask. He didn't want to take the smile away from him.
"Whatcha watching?" Dean asked as he joined Sam at the window.
"Just the birds," Sam sighed. "Might have to pick up another feeder when you're in town."
"What makes you think I'm going to town?"
"It's Friday night, Dean. I'm betting that you have a date and most of the girls live in town. By my amazing power of deduction, I thought you just might be going there."
"Why do you think I'd pick one up?"
"Because I asked you to," Sam looked at him. "And you love watching the birds and much as I do."
Dean started to protest but Sam cut him off.
"Don't bother arguing, Dean. I've seen you."
"Fine," Dean gave in. "What kind do we need?"
"What do we need?" Bobby asked as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Another bird feeder," Sam replied.
"You do know that another bird feeder will attract more birds, right?"
"Yeah."
"It also means more bird shit on the cars," Bobby had to spell it out for them.
"I take it back. No way in hell am I getting you another bird feeder. My baby gets bombarded enough by those flying poop machines the way it is. Which reminds me, I have to wash the newest batch off the Impala before I go in for my date," Dean informed them before he left the room.
"He's got another date?" Bobby asked.
"Dean's still Dean. Aging hasn't matured him one bit."
"You'd think age would slow him down just a little. I've lived here my whole life and I've never had as many dates as Dean has in town."
"You jealous?" Sam chuckled.
"Do you think he's pulling our leg about having these dates?"
Sam thought for a minute as they watched Dean walk over to the garage. "Doubt it. I don't know if it's the smile or the car but he hooks them line and sinker."
"How about you?"
"How about me, what?"
"When are you going to have a date?"
"Bobby, I gave up on dating long ago. I'm destined to become an old grouch like you."
"I ain't grouchy. Just a little rough around the edges," Bobby shuffled out of the kitchen.
Sam smiled to himself as he went back to bird watching. A loud engine scared them away from the feeder. Sam looked off toward the garage to find Dean revving his baby, pleased with himself that he scared the birds.