With Dean away taking care of a hunt. It's left Sam and Bobby to themselves in his house. Of course Bobby is still angry/afraid of Sam due to what soulless!Sam tried to do. However, that all changes when an old hunter pays a visit to the junkyard, apparently he's heard the stories about Sam and decides to 'help' by taking care of him while Bobby and Sam are asleep.
Bobby doesn't take too kindly to the hunter trying to hurt his boy.
(AN: Thank you for this prompt! My fills might take a few days because work and school took me by surprise, but I won't abandon it. Anyway, I hope you like what I have so far.)
Dean was gone when Sam woke up.
There was a note on the coffee table in front of Bobby's couch where he'd passed out the night before. His own name, scratched in big dark capital letters SAM was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. He didn't need to read more than that
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Dean was gone when Sam woke up.
There was a note on the coffee table in front of Bobby's couch where he'd passed out the night before. His own name, scratched in big dark capital letters SAM was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. He didn't need to read more than that
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It's a Long Walk Home 3/?Still, it should be said that the man didn't creep down straight away, and the truth of the matter was he had no intention to. Whether Dean was there or not, he knew the value of stalking his prey. He was a man in his early fifties, and any hunter who had lived to be that age knew the patience truly was a virtue. It was something the young hunters, especially those not born into the business as he had been, never got a chance to learn
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The fight with Bobby turned out to be a strange one.
"That thing in your head, whatever it is you got in there, is like a spoilt egg. Whatever comes out is gonna be rotten. And here you are, itchin' to break it," Bobby said.
"What?" His brow furrowed. "I am not."
"Oh, really?" Bobby folded his arms and stared Sam down. "You know if you keep trying to fix this mess, you're sure as hell gonna tear that wall down. So how come you're all riled up, wantin' to go messing with it when everybody's tellin' you to let things lie? I don't just mean Dean," he added sharply before Sam could interject. "I mean me , you numbskull. Remember? One of the guys you want to square things with? Or, at least, one you oughta want to square things with
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It's a Long Walk Home (5/?)In fact the residual effects of Hell, the tiny drips that wept through the crack he'd made, almost put him at ease. The wall held back the horrifying secrets of the two lives he'd lived for over a year, one in his soulless body and one in his bodiless soul. And while he suspected Dean and Cas and Bobby and even Death were all right that it would cripple him to have it all laid bare, he liked knowing as much as he could handle. He liked to remember the flash of pain of his sandpapered-raw soul that had overtaken him in Rhode Island. And he liked the little whispers of what had transpired echoing in his ears, even if he couldn't place the words they spoke
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It's a Long Walk Home (6/?)Bobby didn't have many of the classics. At least, he didn't have them just lying around his living room. All he had here were books on curses and shapeshifters, the books that fairy tales hearkened to but even the Grimms couldn't capture the terror of
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At some point there was little left to do. There was no one to talk to unless he caved to bothering either Dean or Bobby, and stubbornness and fear held him back from both, respectively. He thought of going for a walk, maybe never stopping. Eventually he'd run through every memory of Bobby that came to mind, once, twice, overlapping, broken apart and pieced back together. Thinking of Bobby made him physically exhausted, but it didn't seem his mind had run the full gamut of miserable contemplation.
He thought of what Dean had said instead--that he'd stayed with Lisa and Ben for a full year. He'd listened, however reluctantly, to Sam's request.
Dean still danced around the subject like it would be the push that made Sam fall the descent to madness, but it didn't take a genius to piece together what had drawn him back out.
It made Sam's stomach ache.
He'd tried to end Bobby's life, and he had ended Dean's
( ... )
Ugh I suck at comment fills :( I'm sorry everyone. It's a Long Walk Home (7/?)
At some point there was little left to do. There was no one to talk to unless he caved to bothering either Dean or Bobby, and stubbornness and fear held him back from both, respectively. He thought of going for a walk, maybe never stopping. Eventually he'd run through every memory of Bobby that came to mind, once, twice, overlapping, broken apart and pieced back together. Thinking of Bobby made him physically exhausted, but it didn't seem his mind had run the full gamut of miserable contemplation.
He thought of what Dean had said instead--that he'd stayed with Lisa and Ben for a full year. He'd listened, however reluctantly, to Sam's request.
Dean still danced around the subject like it would be the push that made Sam fall the descent to madness, but it didn't take a genius to piece together what had drawn him back out.
It made Sam's stomach ache.
He'd tried to end Bobby's life, and he had ended Dean's
( ... )
With Dean away taking care of a hunt. It's left Sam and Bobby to themselves in his house. Of course Bobby is still angry/afraid of Sam due to what soulless!Sam tried to do. However, that all changes when an old hunter pays a visit to the junkyard, apparently he's heard the stories about Sam and decides to 'help' by taking care of him while Bobby and Sam are asleep.
Bobby doesn't take too kindly to the hunter trying to hurt his boy.
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(AN: Thank you for this prompt! My fills might take a few days because work and school took me by surprise, but I won't abandon it. Anyway, I hope you like what I have so far.)
Dean was gone when Sam woke up.
There was a note on the coffee table in front of Bobby's couch where he'd passed out the night before. His own name, scratched in big dark capital letters SAM was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. He didn't need to read more than that ( ... )
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(AN: Just realized I replied to the wrong comment. Sorry for the repost :( )
Dean was gone when Sam woke up.
There was a note on the coffee table in front of Bobby's couch where he'd passed out the night before. His own name, scratched in big dark capital letters SAM was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes. He didn't need to read more than that ( ... )
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Thank you so much for taking the time to fill my prompt! I'm already excited to see what happens next!
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The fight with Bobby turned out to be a strange one.
"That thing in your head, whatever it is you got in there, is like a spoilt egg. Whatever comes out is gonna be rotten. And here you are, itchin' to break it," Bobby said.
"What?" His brow furrowed. "I am not."
"Oh, really?" Bobby folded his arms and stared Sam down. "You know if you keep trying to fix this mess, you're sure as hell gonna tear that wall down. So how come you're all riled up, wantin' to go messing with it when everybody's tellin' you to let things lie? I don't just mean Dean," he added sharply before Sam could interject. "I mean me , you numbskull. Remember? One of the guys you want to square things with? Or, at least, one you oughta want to square things with ( ... )
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At some point there was little left to do. There was no one to talk to unless he caved to bothering either Dean or Bobby, and stubbornness and fear held him back from both, respectively. He thought of going for a walk, maybe never stopping. Eventually he'd run through every memory of Bobby that came to mind, once, twice, overlapping, broken apart and pieced back together. Thinking of Bobby made him physically exhausted, but it didn't seem his mind had run the full gamut of miserable contemplation.
He thought of what Dean had said instead--that he'd stayed with Lisa and Ben for a full year. He'd listened, however reluctantly, to Sam's request.
Dean still danced around the subject like it would be the push that made Sam fall the descent to madness, but it didn't take a genius to piece together what had drawn him back out.
It made Sam's stomach ache.
He'd tried to end Bobby's life, and he had ended Dean's ( ... )
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It's a Long Walk Home (7/?)
At some point there was little left to do. There was no one to talk to unless he caved to bothering either Dean or Bobby, and stubbornness and fear held him back from both, respectively. He thought of going for a walk, maybe never stopping. Eventually he'd run through every memory of Bobby that came to mind, once, twice, overlapping, broken apart and pieced back together. Thinking of Bobby made him physically exhausted, but it didn't seem his mind had run the full gamut of miserable contemplation.
He thought of what Dean had said instead--that he'd stayed with Lisa and Ben for a full year. He'd listened, however reluctantly, to Sam's request.
Dean still danced around the subject like it would be the push that made Sam fall the descent to madness, but it didn't take a genius to piece together what had drawn him back out.
It made Sam's stomach ache.
He'd tried to end Bobby's life, and he had ended Dean's ( ... )
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