Bobby and Death - Burying the Hatchet ((closed RP, Bobby, Death, Castiel, Dean))

[junkyard_hunter]

“Hey Bobby.”

“Cas and the boys ain’t here,” he said shortly, turning away from the door, leaving a slightly awkward looking Death standing there. Great. Now he’d have to try and be civil. He didn’t do things like that well.

“That’s okay. I.. I thought we should talk anyway.” Death followed him inside. He hadn’t thrown her out or slammed the

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[endlessgoth]

Death could only think of one place to go after she fled Bobby's room. Closing her eyes, she cast out with her senses for her sigil and a familiar, comforting presence. Pale and quiet, her lips pressed together in a thin line, she landed quietly in a corner and watched Castiel for a moment. He was turning oddly, regarding himself in a mirror. Despite her misery, she smiled a little at the sight.

"Hey," she said softly, not trusting herself to say much more. Her throat felt so tight she could hardly speak. She wouldn't cry. This had been her idea and she should have expected him to react that way.

[nerdofthelord]

"Hello," he said, a little distracted, sensing her presence before she spoke. Out of patience with buttons, he'd borrowed a t-shirt from Dean and was trying to decide whether it was something he could picture wearing on a daily basis. It was comfortable enough. Maybe if he could find one that didn't have 'AC/DC' emblazoned across the front in large blood-red letters...

He turned to ask her opinion, but his smile faded and the question flew right out of his head when he noted her expression. "What's wrong?" he asked with a frown, crossing the room in a few quick strides and gathering her close.

[endlessgoth]

His embrace was a reassurance and for a moment, all she could do was bury her face against his chest and let him hold her. "That memory? The one you helped me make for Bobby? I don't think it was a very good idea after all."

She let out a shuddering breath. "I only wanted to explain, but I think.. I think I only made him angry at me. I didn't mean to. He's your friend and I thought if I did that, he'd stop avoiding you because of me," she said in a small voice.

[nerdofthelord]

Surprised and troubled, he stroked her hair, unsure at first what to tell her. But he'd seen Bobby and the Winchesters go through these things more than once, and he could draw some conclusions based on what he'd observed.

"Bobby isn't a cruel man," he said finally. "If he was angry with you, there must be something deeply painful driving him. Give it a few days, and I'll go and speak to him." He tilted her chin up, smiling softly. "He'll come around in good time. That's how this family works."

[i_shot_a_dick]

Dean was worried, it didn't sound good. Bobby wasn't one to give a get your ass here now message with out good reason. Damn it, Dean thought to himself, he hadn't been out of that crazy house for long and he was still worried as hell about Sam, even if he did seem to be less jumpy than he had when Dean was being held there.

It took the hunter less than five minutes to make it to Bobby's room, he didn't bother with knocking and instead just let himself "The hell's the fire..."

He trailed off as he saw the darkened room and Dean instinctively pulled the knife from it's hiding place... "Bobby?"

[junkyard_hunter]

Bobby's voice was quiet and pained. "Hit the light, Dean."

When he complied, it illuminated the room, and the old hunter still sitting at his desk, staring at a small glass orb. He wanted to touch it a second time, just to hear her voice, but he wasn't sure if he could bear the pain again. Finally he looked up at Dean. As a rule, Bobby kept his emotions in check around Sam and Dean; someone had to be the one to keep the two kids together and stuff them back together when they fell apart. Tonight, the pain in his eyes was too raw for him to hide.

"So. Death came by," he said with a frown. "And.. I threw her out, Dean. Hard."

He reached out one finger, barely touching the orb. "I need you to find her, Dean. I get a feeling if I find Cas first, he's liable to smite my ass. Or at least kick it across the castle."

[i_shot_a_dick]

Dean heard that pain in his voice and immediately the hunter flipped the light on "Jesus Bobby, you look like hell."

He saw that glass orb in Bobby's hand and would have asked about it, but then Bobby's pained look hit Dean and the hunter felt a hard hit of guilt. He had known some thing was off with Bobby at the party, he should have checked on him more instead of assuming the old hunter would be alright. Then he heard what he said and Dean just looked at the man for a moment.

"Alright, calm down, I'll talk to her and Cas, he ain't gonna do nothin' to you." Dean hoped, he would do his best to get to the other two, but first he had to know what happened exactly.

"Why the hell did you throw her out, Bobby?"

[junkyard_hunter]

Normally a comment like that would have earned Dean a glare or an acerbic retort, but the old hunter's heart just wasn't in it tonight. He picked up the nearly forgotten glass at his elbow and drained half of it in a swallow

[nerdofthelord]

Castiel arrived at Bobby's door not long after Dean had left. He was emphatically not looking forward to this conversation; in some ways, Bobby had become nearly as much of a surrogate father to him as he was to Sam and Dean, and his own culpability in this whole affair weighed heavily on him.

A fading echo of Death's power still lay perceptibly over the area; she'd left this place in a hurry. The memory of her tears, and of how gruff, even harsh Bobby could be when he was perturbed, brought some of the angel's earlier anger boiling up again in spite of his best effort to repress it.

He didn't expect the man to be nice, especially if he was in pain. But he held Bobby in high esteem and would never have treated his Karen with such discourtesy, no matter what she might have said to him; any more than he would Lisa or Jess or Mary, or even that young Sookie girl Sam had spent time with at the party.

It was so typical of the Winchesters and their associates: for all their virtues, sometimes the word respect didn't seem to exist in

[junkyard_hunter]

It had taken more than a little of Bobby’s time to finally convince Dean to strike out in search of Death. She deserved an apology along with an explanation, and Bobby was fairly sure he couldn’t look her in the eye after what had passed. Instead, he would stay behind and wait for the inevitable arrival of what would likely be a highly pissed off angel. Not that he could blame Castiel; he had barked at his lady and all but ran her out of the room when she thought she was doing him a kindness. It was misguided and deeply painful, but even he couldn’t question her intent

[nerdofthelord]

He wasn't blind to Bobby's distress, and he hadn't come here intending to resort to blows. Bobby's offense fell far short of the kind of betrayal that would drive Castiel to launch such a one-sided attack on any human, let alone a friend. He did, however, require that they understood one another.

"If you were in my place," he replied grimly, blue eyes fixed intent and unblinking on the man's face, "if someone had spoken to Karen as you did Death, which would it be?"

[junkyard_hunter]

He took a deep breath before answering slowly. "If I was in your place, and it had been any other man, there wouldn't be a discussion."

Bobby turned away from the door, expecting Castiel to follow, or to spin him around and land one good punch. Hell, it wasn't like he didn't deserve at least one shot for the way he barked at Death. He walked back to where the small glass sphere lay in the center of his desk. The hunter regarded it almost like he expected it to rear up and bite him. "You made the memory for her, Cas. Damnit, you know what Karen meant to me. You coulda warned me," he said, his voice unexpectedly rough.

Death and Dean

[i_shot_a_dick]

Dean was getting much better with those moving staircases so he made decent time getting over to Ravenclaw, unfortunately not as decent time as Cas could make so some how in the coming and going he missed the angel entirely.

When he stepped up to the door Dean nearly just opened it and walked in, though the thought occurred that he wasn't sure what those two were up to and teasing Cas was one thing, seeing his bare ass in the air was another entirely.

Instead he knocked and made himself known "Hey Cas, Death, c'mon I know one of you are here, it's me Dean, we need to talk."

Re: Death and Dean

[endlessgoth]

Death stirred from an unexpectedly sound sleep when Dean knocked sharply on the door. Still groggy, she reached out for Castiel, searching for his warmth and was surprised to find that she was alone. Her fingers found paper and she sat up, reading the elegant script

[i_shot_a_dick]

Dean raised an eyebrow when she came to the door in nothing but well, his tee shirt that he had give to Cas. He had been right to knock it seemed, but some thing told him Cas was not here or he would have stopped the woman from appearing at the door that way with Dean Winchester there

[endlessgoth]

Well this was off to a bang-up start.

Death turned away from him, her voice tired. "Dean, I think I've about hit my quota for being bitched at today, okay? I already tried to apologize to Bobby for what happened." She started gathering up the clothes on the floor, feeling her cheeks burn. "He didn't.. it.. forget it."

The clothes that had been discarded in such haste were dumped on the edge of the bed. "Hang on." With a tangible surge of power, enough to raise the hairs on the back of Dean's neck, Death manifested the rest of her clothes. She wasn't sure why, but she left the tee on. It was comfortable, and it still smelled faintly of Castiel.

"Then why come here? I don't think Bobby's exactly going to want to talk to me."

[endlessgoth]

Bobby swung the door open, fully expecting it to be Dean. He was a little surprised to see Death standing there instead, looking achingly young in one of Dean’s t-shirts. How in the hell did a power so ancient and so immense manage to look so small and so vulnerable? Pushing that thought to the side for a moment, Bobby moved to let her in. He spared a nod to Dean who stood just behind her in the corridor

[nerdofthelord]

Seeing Dean was good. Seeing Death, smiling at Bobby's door, was also good.

Seeing them arrive together, with Death in Dean's t-shirt (even if Cas knew perfectly well how she'd come by it) was...odd, and it brought that unsettling feeling welling up under his diaphragm again, a bit sharper this time. The way he drew her in to his side when she came to him was unconsciously just a little possessive, but it was to Bobby that he also spoke.

"The family is incomplete without you," he said.

[i_shot_a_dick]

Dean raised an eyebrow questioningly at Cas and his little possessive mood, he nearly snorted and said some thing but for once he let his amusement at the angel and his obvious human emotions or misunderstanding of them as it was go in silence.

Dean gave Bobby a nod and that is to who's side he gravitated, not directly he went to the table and leaned on the arm of the chair nearest to the older hunter "Cas is right you know, we got Sam gettin' on track but you know how hard that gets to keep, especially with him and Dad set to butt heads any time now."

Either way it went Dean hoped Bobby would come back around, he was more of a father than John had been really but Dean still cared for both men and respected them both equally. He just tended to depend on Bobby a little more.

[endlessgoth]

Death leaned into Castiel, glad that at least things had turned out right in the end. They were a family again and she was happy for them.

"You know guys, the only thing to be done now is have a night of manly bonding," she said with a smile. "All three of you, plus Sam living it up over in Ravenclaw for the evening. I expect all of you to get completely and utterly hammered and spend some good quality-type time together."

Despite his still somewhat tetchy mood, Bobby nodded. "That don't sound like a bad idea."