The First Time [12/?]
It surprises me sometimes how little it takes to spark an idea, for all these drabbles it’s been one word. And I’ve had so much fun writing them. Sometimes I think I’ve been spending a little too much time on them, when I should be working on other stories, but really these are the ones that are working best right now. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Alone [chapter 1]
Walking [chapter 2]
Sickness [chapter 3]
Nightmare [chapter 4]
Guns [chapter 5]
Failure [chapter 6]
School [chapter 7]
Detention [chapter 8]
Broken [chapter 9]
Books [chapter 10]
Flames [chapter 11]
Title: The First Time
Chapter Title: Bobby
Show: Supernatural
Rating: G
Characters: John, Dean [age 11], Sammy [age 7]
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Summary: A look into some of the first experiences John, Dean and Sam share as a young family.
Dean got up from where he had been sitting in the shade of the old porch; dad had dropped them off here suddenly when the hunt took a turn for the worst. And it seriously bothered Dean that he wasn’t out there helping his dad. Besides that he’d never met this friend of dad’s, Bobby Singer. They had been too far away from Pastor Jim’s to be abandoned there, so John had brought them to this scrap metal yard.
The man had hardly said a word to Dean, or Sam for that matter, but for his little brother it didn’t seem to matter. He’d been amazed by the piles of old cars, and immediately thrilled to see Bobby had a dog, who he was presently play chase with. Dean was too bitter about being taken off the hunt to want to speak to anyone, but he was also getting bored of just sitting around doing nothing.
Stepping out into the car yard, Dean followed the sound of metal on metal and quickly found where the bear of a man, was working on a car. He liked the look of the old car right away, its smooth lines and rich colors; it reminded Dean of the Impala and his dad, and helping his dad keep her running. It left him wondering where John was now, and would he be safe without someone to watch his back.
The scrape of gravel brought Dean back to the present and he jumped back as Bobby pushed out from under the car. “So finally decide to stop sulking?” he asked, voice deep, nearly booming, though he hadn’t spoke loud.
Dean folded his arms across his chest defensively, “I wasn’t sulking!”
“You’re daddy’s been hunting long before you started helping,” Bobby commented sitting up as he pulled a cloth from the back of his jeans to clean the grease from his hands. “He knows what he’s doing.”
“I should be helping him,” Dean threw back unable to keep the hurt from his voice.
“You want to be mad at him for looking out for you?” Bobby asked one eyebrow raised.
Dean opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when he realized there really was nothing he could say to that. He wasn’t mad at John for trying to keep him and Sam safe, but he also didn’t know Bobby well enough to let the hurt he felt at being left behind show through.
“So long as you’re standing there,” the man said pushing himself back under the car, “Hand me the tools I ask for.”
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Next up we have Pox thanks for reading.
Pox [chapter 13]
Alone [chapter 1]
Walking [chapter 2]
Sickness [chapter 3]
Nightmare [chapter 4]
Guns [chapter 5]
Failure [chapter 6]
School [chapter 7]
Detention [chapter 8]
Broken [chapter 9]
Books [chapter 10]
Flames [chapter 11]
Title: The First Time
Chapter Title: Bobby
Show: Supernatural
Rating: G
Characters: John, Dean [age 11], Sammy [age 7]
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Summary: A look into some of the first experiences John, Dean and Sam share as a young family.
Dean got up from where he had been sitting in the shade of the old porch; dad had dropped them off here suddenly when the hunt took a turn for the worst. And it seriously bothered Dean that he wasn’t out there helping his dad. Besides that he’d never met this friend of dad’s, Bobby Singer. They had been too far away from Pastor Jim’s to be abandoned there, so John had brought them to this scrap metal yard.
The man had hardly said a word to Dean, or Sam for that matter, but for his little brother it didn’t seem to matter. He’d been amazed by the piles of old cars, and immediately thrilled to see Bobby had a dog, who he was presently play chase with. Dean was too bitter about being taken off the hunt to want to speak to anyone, but he was also getting bored of just sitting around doing nothing.
Stepping out into the car yard, Dean followed the sound of metal on metal and quickly found where the bear of a man, was working on a car. He liked the look of the old car right away, its smooth lines and rich colors; it reminded Dean of the Impala and his dad, and helping his dad keep her running. It left him wondering where John was now, and would he be safe without someone to watch his back.
The scrape of gravel brought Dean back to the present and he jumped back as Bobby pushed out from under the car. “So finally decide to stop sulking?” he asked, voice deep, nearly booming, though he hadn’t spoke loud.
Dean folded his arms across his chest defensively, “I wasn’t sulking!”
“You’re daddy’s been hunting long before you started helping,” Bobby commented sitting up as he pulled a cloth from the back of his jeans to clean the grease from his hands. “He knows what he’s doing.”
“I should be helping him,” Dean threw back unable to keep the hurt from his voice.
“You want to be mad at him for looking out for you?” Bobby asked one eyebrow raised.
Dean opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when he realized there really was nothing he could say to that. He wasn’t mad at John for trying to keep him and Sam safe, but he also didn’t know Bobby well enough to let the hurt he felt at being left behind show through.
“So long as you’re standing there,” the man said pushing himself back under the car, “Hand me the tools I ask for.”
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Next up we have Pox thanks for reading.
Pox [chapter 13]