Knowledge to Fill the Void
Author's Note: This is a companion piece for Just a Shell but I believe it can also read as a stand alone. I'm looking at aspects of Bobby's life through Sam's eyes. I wondered why I wasn't doing it from Bobby's POV but I quickly decided the tone and subject matter might seem like self pity which I have a hard time imagining Bobby doing...I think he'd call me an 'idjit' for even considering it. I hope you enjoy!
Title: Knowledge to Fill the Void
Show: Supernatural
Word Count: 310
Rating: G
Genre: Angst, Gen
Characters: Sam [mentions of Bobby]
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Summary: He wondered sometimes; among all the practical, dust covered tomes; what of Bobby's wife actually remained?
Sam walked back inside the once domestic house; still clearly able to imagine the furnishing, pictures hanging on the walls. It had been a warm and inviting home, average one might even say; a perfect example of the 'White Picket Fence' that had once been the ideal of a nation.
Sam blinked aside the memory; seeing the house as it stood now. It was functional not comfortable, although Sam himself found great comfort in this base knowledge, a fortress against the Supernatural. Bobby had filled every available space with books and research, artifacts and tools. None of which could turn back the clock; teach him the Latin words that would have saved his wife.
Sam thought the vast well of knowledge might have been collected in an attempt to fill the hollow void left in the large house. He remembered reading once that a family gave a house life; that once gone the home would begin to crumble. Hazel eyes swept the library seeing the cracked plaster ceiling and walls, patched together just enough to hold but not enough to mend the memory of what had happened. Bobby still lived here despite everything that had happened but Sam could still feel the emptiness; a void no amount of books could ever fill.
He wondered sometimes; among all the practical, dust covered tomes; what of Bobby's wife actually remained? Surely he must have kept something, perhaps tucked away where no one would ever see. It struck Sam that they'd known the man for years and he was still a mystery.
Everyone was pulled into the life one way or another it seemed to be an inescapable fact. Sam couldn't help but wondered, hope even, that one among them was a story not riddled with tragedy.
Somehow he doubted it.
Who, not motivated by revenge or guilt would ever pursue this life?
Thank for reading!
On to: Iron Graveyard
Title: Knowledge to Fill the Void
Show: Supernatural
Word Count: 310
Rating: G
Genre: Angst, Gen
Characters: Sam [mentions of Bobby]
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Summary: He wondered sometimes; among all the practical, dust covered tomes; what of Bobby's wife actually remained?
Sam walked back inside the once domestic house; still clearly able to imagine the furnishing, pictures hanging on the walls. It had been a warm and inviting home, average one might even say; a perfect example of the 'White Picket Fence' that had once been the ideal of a nation.
Sam blinked aside the memory; seeing the house as it stood now. It was functional not comfortable, although Sam himself found great comfort in this base knowledge, a fortress against the Supernatural. Bobby had filled every available space with books and research, artifacts and tools. None of which could turn back the clock; teach him the Latin words that would have saved his wife.
Sam thought the vast well of knowledge might have been collected in an attempt to fill the hollow void left in the large house. He remembered reading once that a family gave a house life; that once gone the home would begin to crumble. Hazel eyes swept the library seeing the cracked plaster ceiling and walls, patched together just enough to hold but not enough to mend the memory of what had happened. Bobby still lived here despite everything that had happened but Sam could still feel the emptiness; a void no amount of books could ever fill.
He wondered sometimes; among all the practical, dust covered tomes; what of Bobby's wife actually remained? Surely he must have kept something, perhaps tucked away where no one would ever see. It struck Sam that they'd known the man for years and he was still a mystery.
Everyone was pulled into the life one way or another it seemed to be an inescapable fact. Sam couldn't help but wondered, hope even, that one among them was a story not riddled with tragedy.
Somehow he doubted it.
Who, not motivated by revenge or guilt would ever pursue this life?
Thank for reading!
On to: Iron Graveyard