Unexpected Destinies Chapter 147
Title: Unexpected Destinies
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,907
Summary: Bobby and Sam have a quiet, early morning talk.
PRESENT
Rain pattering softly against the window was the first sound that greeted Bobby when he woke. It roused him quickly as it wasn't accompanied by the sounds of water ricocheting off metal that he always heard at home when it was raining. It took him a few seconds to remember that he was still at the Campbell compound and by then he was fully awake.
A quick glance at the clock made Bobby wince but it wasn't the earliest that he'd ever woken lately. In fact it wasn't too early to get up and head downstairs for some coffee and breakfast. Not only would it allow him to use the kitchen in peace without battling off Sam's family but it would let him do some more reading. He had to admit that curiosity had gotten the better of him at times and that he'd snuck a peak at the books that Samuel had bought, just to learn exactly how the boys had gotten themselves into some of the messes that they had over the years. Especially the ones that he'd always suspected that they hadn't been fully truthful with him about.
Turned out that he'd been right, though after reading what had actually transpired Bobby could understand why they hadn't told him. As it was he still had to laugh at some of it. That Gabriel might have been an ass, but he had to admit that the archangel had some style. He'd pay good money to have seen the boys act out some of those scenarios, he really would.
Amusement aside, though, that wasn't the kind of reading that Bobby intended to do now. No, once he'd learned about the library the Campbells had as well as the electronic catalogue, he'd started combing through them for anything that could be of use to them now. Not only did it make him feel useful while they were stuck here, but it also gave him an excuse to call Dean to ensure that he didn't duplicate any work that the boy and his angels had already done. A good thing too as the amount of books that they'd already covered was staggering and covered huge swaths of the Campbell libraries, both physical and electronic.
Bobby snorted as he thought about it while getting dressed. He'd always known that Dean could buckle down and go into research mode when necessary but this was something else entirely. From the breadth and depth of the books covered by team angel, he was beginning to wonder if the boy hadn't read more than him lately. The most amazing thing though was that Dean had done all of that and still considered himself happier now than ever before. Castiel really had to be doing something right for that to be the case.
The thought inevitably brought back memories of Karen and the things that he'd happily done to please her that he otherwise never would have and sadness filled him. It wasn't often that Bobby allowed himself to think of his wife as it all hurt too much but now the memory was more bittersweet than anything else. Regardless of the circumstances, he was happy for Dean as Dean deserved it more than anyone else that he knew. And while it was still no guarantee, having an angel as a significant other was far less likely to end in tragedy than if it were a human, not to mention that Castiel in particular seemed especially indestructible. He just hoped for Dean's sake that the angel's good luck streak continued.
"Sam," Bobby said in surprise as he entered the dark kitchen only to find the boy sitting at the table like a ghost.
"Bobby," Sam replied, not looking up from the scarred tabletop.
"What are you doing just sitting here in the dark?"
Sam shrugged. "I couldn't sleep."
"So you came to the kitchen which is filled with things you can't eat or drink?"
"It seemed like a good idea at the time."
Bobby frowned and joined the boy at the table, ignoring his own caffeine craving, knowing that it wouldn't be fair to Sam. "What's really bothering you?"
"What makes you think that something's wrong?"
"Don't be an idjit, boy. When something's on Dean's mind, he stomps around in a snit or goes and bangs up some of my junkers in the pretense of working on them. When something's bothering you, you go find yourself a dark corner and brood or you get prissy."
"I don't get prissy!"
"Or you do both at once." That caused Sam's mouth to snap shut and Bobby considered himself the victor of the first round. Good, now to discover what was actually bothering the boy. "So you gonna tell me or just sit here and mope some more?"
"We've probably got the final cleansing spell today."
"And? Surely you're happy about that. The sooner that we get that done, the sooner you can make your meatsuit a no fly zone for Lucifer once more and once that happens you can get out of here. And don't even try and tell me that you haven't been going stir crazy since Dean called to say that the Rite of Contressa failed."
"No, it's not that. Believe me, Bobby, nobody will be more ecstatic at revoking Lucifer's go pass than me, nobody."
"So?"
"I was just thinking about the spell itself. You said that Dean will need to be here for a few days for it."
"It seemed like the best solution given that it requires multiple steps at various different times over the course of several days. Plus I figured that it would be a good idea for Gwen and Samuel to get to know Dean better if we're all going to be working together."
"No, no, I totally agree, it's just... I don't know Bobby."
"I can't help you if you don't even know what's wrong, ya idjit."
"It's just... Dean, I guess."
Wariness settled in the pit of his stomach, but Bobby forced his voice to come out level, at least until he knew more. "What about Dean?"
"He's just so different now, it's almost as if I don't know him anymore. If I ever did."
"Now you're just being stupid, of course you knew your brother, Sam."
"Did I really? I mean he says he's been bi forever and yet I didn't know."
"Neither did I, it's just something that Dean kept to himself. Hell, at this point I'm not even sure that John knew about it. From what I've gathered, though, your brother treated his male partners the same as his female ones, well at least until Castiel."
Sam pulled a face at that and Bobby could understand the sentiment. While he had no problem with Dean and Castiel being together and could honestly say that he was glad for them based on how happy the idjit boy was, he couldn't understand it. It was Castiel after all. Although he'd never actually thought of the angel as a sexual being before, he knew that he'd probably sooner have pegged the angel as asexual rather than anything else. Guess that proved how much he knew. The only thing about the whole situation that didn't surprise him was that given that it had happened, that it was with Dean. The angel had always seemed almost unnaturally drawn to the boy. And, damnit, but he still wanted to know exactly what it was about the boy that drew angels to him like it did.
"Didn't you say that Dean had kept some other relationship from you once? Something with a female reporter?" Bobby continued.
"What? Oh, you mean Cassie."
"Her name was Cassie?"
Sam laughed. "Yeah, kinda freaky isn't it? But I think I see your point. For all that Dean seemed to talk about his hook-ups, he only did it in certain ways. Which has had me thinking."
"About?"
"About how many of those were guys. I mean he used to mention names like Alex, Charlie or Billy and I always just assumed that they were, you know."
"Female?" Bobby offered. "Yeah, that sounds like Dean, give us the truth knowing that we'd never see it for what it was. Your daddy really did teach him far too well."
That drew a fond smile from Sam. "He did always take to anything and everything relating to hunting or hustling very well. It was like he only needed to see it once sometimes."
"That definitely makes more sense now," Bobby stated, looking around pointedly. "It was, quite literally, in his blood."
"Mine too, though you'd never know it."
"Oh I don't think so at all. You forget, I witnessed firsthand how much you resisted your father's efforts to teach you and yet you became a damn good hunter. That wouldn't have happened without some innate ability of your own."
"I guess."
A silence fell between them and for the first time in a long while it was a comfortable one. All it took was one glance for Bobby to see that there was more troubling Sam, but he knew better than to try and force the issue any further because if the boy didn't want to talk about it then Sam really would get prissy. No, it was far better to let the boy get to it on his own time. Things had already gotten far better lately and had only improved with Christian's departure. He was under no illusions that the cousin had been the root of the problems, but Christian had definitely not helped matters any by encouraging Sam's wayward behavior for as long as he had. He just wished that he knew more what had happened to Sam in the first place.
That question inevitably made guilt rise to the surface for Bobby as he hadn't noticed anything for so long. While it was true that he hadn't seen much of the boy during that time, he still felt that he should have noticed something, especially whenever Sam had been talking about Dean. He had always written it off as the boy not being used to not having his older brother around after so long and the fact that Dean now had with Lisa and Ben what Sam had always wanted. Or at least that had been what they'd thought at the time anyway. He shoved it all aside, not willing to entertain such excuses when it wouldn't help matters any.
The growling of his stomach interrupted the silence and Sam laughed even as his own stomach echoed the sentiment.
"Go on, make breakfast and eat before the others get down here," Sam said.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, no need for both of us to starve when there's no need for it. Besides, I can always go somewhere else if the smell gets to be too much for me."
Let it never be said that Bobby needed to be told twice when it came to things like this, so he just got up and started preparing himself some bacon and eggs. He'd probably had them too often as of late, but damn if the local farmer didn't provide them fresh. He hadn't even known that bacon and eggs could taste this good! As soon as he got those going, he filled the coffee machine and set it going as well.
"On the bright side, today should be the last time you need to fast," Bobby offered.
"Yeah, if that new spell of Dean's doesn't require it."
"Dean hasn't mentioned anything, though I suppose that it's still possible."
"It's actually not so bad anymore. I guess that I got used to it."
"You got used to not eating?"
Sam shrugged. "I guess. I think that I'm starting to see why so many religious orders have fasting as part of their common practices."
"You're feeling spiritually empowered?" Bobby demanded in disbelief. "If so you're even more of an idjit then I thought."
"Hey!"
"You're being cleansed of Hell and demon taint, Sam, not being ascended to some higher plane of existence or any such nonsense."
"I know that! It's just... I feel so light in a way."
"It's what you used to feel like, before Ruby."
Sam seemed to hunch in on himself at those words and Bobby felt a little bad for saying them, but only a little. If this was what it took to really make Sam see that what he'd done was wrong instead of just regretting how things had turned out, then so be it. It was the one thing that he still couldn't understand- just how Sam had started drinking the demon blood- and he'd been infinitely disappointed to discover that it was one thing that hadn't been covered in the books. In fact nothing from that four month gap between Dean's death at the hellhound's claws and his subsequent resurrection at the hands of Castiel was and he couldn't help but wonder at why. The most immediate answer was that neither Sam nor himself had been the focus of the prophet's attentions beyond how their actions affected Dean but he wasn't sure if that was true or not. It seemed very likely since the books had also followed Dean when he was sent to the past and to the alternate future, not to mention showing only his point of view during the djinn fiasco, but he was loath to take such things at face value without some further proof or confirmation.
"I suppose," Sam sighed, going back to examining the scarred tabletop.
Bobby figured that it was probably best to leave the boy to his thoughts for a while, so he finished preparing his breakfast in silence. Despite some lingering guilt, he took a seat at the table and started eating while he flipped through the paper that Sam had already brought in. Though they didn't do much normal hunting anymore, not since Dean's call about the Rite of Contressa having failed, he still liked to keep an eye on what was happening in the world, both so that he could send other hunters to where they were needed and to see if he could spot anything that looked like it might be caused by Lucifer for one of his demons.
"Bobby," Sam finally said softly, almost as if he wasn't sure that he really wanted to speak.
"Yeah?"
"Samuel, he has made a few comments lately comparing me to Dad. Do you think he's right?"
Ouch, now there was a touchy subject if ever there was one and Bobby wasn't sure what the best way to approach it was so he went with what he usually did. Direct and without any form of sugarcoating. "Yeah, in a lot of ways he is."
Sam flinched. "But- How?"
"You've been driven, Sam, much like your father was and when that happens all kinds of other things go right out the window, including things that really shouldn't be so readily dismissed."
"Like Dean."
"For one."
"But Dad and I always clashed."
"Precisely because you were too much alike. Neither of you could compromise or admit that you were wrong so, as a result, you clashed big time."
"Oh."
"I thought you'd come to understand your father and what he did more."
"There's a big difference between that and being told that you're a lot like him."
"I suppose. So what are you planning to do about it?"
"I don't know. You got any suggestions?"
"Well, since you're asking, I'd say you need to seriously reconsider some of what you think you know. I'm sure you noticed how stubborn your daddy could get when he got an idea into his head even if it seemed crazy to everyone else."
"You think I've got something like that now?"
"Yeah."
"Let me guess, it's about Dean."
"I didn't say it."
"You didn't have to, at least not now. You and Samuel, and now even Gwen, have been quite vocal in your opinions on the issue."
"And perhaps that should be your first clue that you might not be right about this."
"But Christian-"
"Do you really want to be bringing him into this right now?" Bobby interrupted. "After the way he treated you at the end there?"
"No, I guess not."
"Just give it some thought, Sam, and consider what happened the last time you were convinced that you were right and everyone else was wrong."
That caused the boy to flinch as if electrocuted, but Bobby felt he had been justified in making the point. It wasn't often that Sam was this open with him even despite the boy's constant preaching to Dean that his brother needed to open up more and talk about his feelings, so he was going to milk the opportunity for all that it was worth. He really wanted to believe that this was the start of a real, deeper change, but he also wasn't willing to take the risk that this wasn't just a mellowness created by spending a hungry night alone in a cold, dark kitchen. Either way he'd now made his most important point and it was up to Sam to take it or leave it as the boy saw fit.
Bobby just hoped that it would make some kind of impact though he doubted a series of cleansing spells had really gotten rid of the problem. Since when were things ever that simple or easy for them?
A.N.: If anyone missed it, the sequel to Little Deaths ( At Death's Door) is now up!
Chapter 148
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: up to and including Exile on Main St., AU from the end of season 5
Warnings: AU, slash
Word Count: 2,907
Summary: Bobby and Sam have a quiet, early morning talk.
PRESENT
Rain pattering softly against the window was the first sound that greeted Bobby when he woke. It roused him quickly as it wasn't accompanied by the sounds of water ricocheting off metal that he always heard at home when it was raining. It took him a few seconds to remember that he was still at the Campbell compound and by then he was fully awake.
A quick glance at the clock made Bobby wince but it wasn't the earliest that he'd ever woken lately. In fact it wasn't too early to get up and head downstairs for some coffee and breakfast. Not only would it allow him to use the kitchen in peace without battling off Sam's family but it would let him do some more reading. He had to admit that curiosity had gotten the better of him at times and that he'd snuck a peak at the books that Samuel had bought, just to learn exactly how the boys had gotten themselves into some of the messes that they had over the years. Especially the ones that he'd always suspected that they hadn't been fully truthful with him about.
Turned out that he'd been right, though after reading what had actually transpired Bobby could understand why they hadn't told him. As it was he still had to laugh at some of it. That Gabriel might have been an ass, but he had to admit that the archangel had some style. He'd pay good money to have seen the boys act out some of those scenarios, he really would.
Amusement aside, though, that wasn't the kind of reading that Bobby intended to do now. No, once he'd learned about the library the Campbells had as well as the electronic catalogue, he'd started combing through them for anything that could be of use to them now. Not only did it make him feel useful while they were stuck here, but it also gave him an excuse to call Dean to ensure that he didn't duplicate any work that the boy and his angels had already done. A good thing too as the amount of books that they'd already covered was staggering and covered huge swaths of the Campbell libraries, both physical and electronic.
Bobby snorted as he thought about it while getting dressed. He'd always known that Dean could buckle down and go into research mode when necessary but this was something else entirely. From the breadth and depth of the books covered by team angel, he was beginning to wonder if the boy hadn't read more than him lately. The most amazing thing though was that Dean had done all of that and still considered himself happier now than ever before. Castiel really had to be doing something right for that to be the case.
The thought inevitably brought back memories of Karen and the things that he'd happily done to please her that he otherwise never would have and sadness filled him. It wasn't often that Bobby allowed himself to think of his wife as it all hurt too much but now the memory was more bittersweet than anything else. Regardless of the circumstances, he was happy for Dean as Dean deserved it more than anyone else that he knew. And while it was still no guarantee, having an angel as a significant other was far less likely to end in tragedy than if it were a human, not to mention that Castiel in particular seemed especially indestructible. He just hoped for Dean's sake that the angel's good luck streak continued.
"Sam," Bobby said in surprise as he entered the dark kitchen only to find the boy sitting at the table like a ghost.
"Bobby," Sam replied, not looking up from the scarred tabletop.
"What are you doing just sitting here in the dark?"
Sam shrugged. "I couldn't sleep."
"So you came to the kitchen which is filled with things you can't eat or drink?"
"It seemed like a good idea at the time."
Bobby frowned and joined the boy at the table, ignoring his own caffeine craving, knowing that it wouldn't be fair to Sam. "What's really bothering you?"
"What makes you think that something's wrong?"
"Don't be an idjit, boy. When something's on Dean's mind, he stomps around in a snit or goes and bangs up some of my junkers in the pretense of working on them. When something's bothering you, you go find yourself a dark corner and brood or you get prissy."
"I don't get prissy!"
"Or you do both at once." That caused Sam's mouth to snap shut and Bobby considered himself the victor of the first round. Good, now to discover what was actually bothering the boy. "So you gonna tell me or just sit here and mope some more?"
"We've probably got the final cleansing spell today."
"And? Surely you're happy about that. The sooner that we get that done, the sooner you can make your meatsuit a no fly zone for Lucifer once more and once that happens you can get out of here. And don't even try and tell me that you haven't been going stir crazy since Dean called to say that the Rite of Contressa failed."
"No, it's not that. Believe me, Bobby, nobody will be more ecstatic at revoking Lucifer's go pass than me, nobody."
"So?"
"I was just thinking about the spell itself. You said that Dean will need to be here for a few days for it."
"It seemed like the best solution given that it requires multiple steps at various different times over the course of several days. Plus I figured that it would be a good idea for Gwen and Samuel to get to know Dean better if we're all going to be working together."
"No, no, I totally agree, it's just... I don't know Bobby."
"I can't help you if you don't even know what's wrong, ya idjit."
"It's just... Dean, I guess."
Wariness settled in the pit of his stomach, but Bobby forced his voice to come out level, at least until he knew more. "What about Dean?"
"He's just so different now, it's almost as if I don't know him anymore. If I ever did."
"Now you're just being stupid, of course you knew your brother, Sam."
"Did I really? I mean he says he's been bi forever and yet I didn't know."
"Neither did I, it's just something that Dean kept to himself. Hell, at this point I'm not even sure that John knew about it. From what I've gathered, though, your brother treated his male partners the same as his female ones, well at least until Castiel."
Sam pulled a face at that and Bobby could understand the sentiment. While he had no problem with Dean and Castiel being together and could honestly say that he was glad for them based on how happy the idjit boy was, he couldn't understand it. It was Castiel after all. Although he'd never actually thought of the angel as a sexual being before, he knew that he'd probably sooner have pegged the angel as asexual rather than anything else. Guess that proved how much he knew. The only thing about the whole situation that didn't surprise him was that given that it had happened, that it was with Dean. The angel had always seemed almost unnaturally drawn to the boy. And, damnit, but he still wanted to know exactly what it was about the boy that drew angels to him like it did.
"Didn't you say that Dean had kept some other relationship from you once? Something with a female reporter?" Bobby continued.
"What? Oh, you mean Cassie."
"Her name was Cassie?"
Sam laughed. "Yeah, kinda freaky isn't it? But I think I see your point. For all that Dean seemed to talk about his hook-ups, he only did it in certain ways. Which has had me thinking."
"About?"
"About how many of those were guys. I mean he used to mention names like Alex, Charlie or Billy and I always just assumed that they were, you know."
"Female?" Bobby offered. "Yeah, that sounds like Dean, give us the truth knowing that we'd never see it for what it was. Your daddy really did teach him far too well."
That drew a fond smile from Sam. "He did always take to anything and everything relating to hunting or hustling very well. It was like he only needed to see it once sometimes."
"That definitely makes more sense now," Bobby stated, looking around pointedly. "It was, quite literally, in his blood."
"Mine too, though you'd never know it."
"Oh I don't think so at all. You forget, I witnessed firsthand how much you resisted your father's efforts to teach you and yet you became a damn good hunter. That wouldn't have happened without some innate ability of your own."
"I guess."
A silence fell between them and for the first time in a long while it was a comfortable one. All it took was one glance for Bobby to see that there was more troubling Sam, but he knew better than to try and force the issue any further because if the boy didn't want to talk about it then Sam really would get prissy. No, it was far better to let the boy get to it on his own time. Things had already gotten far better lately and had only improved with Christian's departure. He was under no illusions that the cousin had been the root of the problems, but Christian had definitely not helped matters any by encouraging Sam's wayward behavior for as long as he had. He just wished that he knew more what had happened to Sam in the first place.
That question inevitably made guilt rise to the surface for Bobby as he hadn't noticed anything for so long. While it was true that he hadn't seen much of the boy during that time, he still felt that he should have noticed something, especially whenever Sam had been talking about Dean. He had always written it off as the boy not being used to not having his older brother around after so long and the fact that Dean now had with Lisa and Ben what Sam had always wanted. Or at least that had been what they'd thought at the time anyway. He shoved it all aside, not willing to entertain such excuses when it wouldn't help matters any.
The growling of his stomach interrupted the silence and Sam laughed even as his own stomach echoed the sentiment.
"Go on, make breakfast and eat before the others get down here," Sam said.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, no need for both of us to starve when there's no need for it. Besides, I can always go somewhere else if the smell gets to be too much for me."
Let it never be said that Bobby needed to be told twice when it came to things like this, so he just got up and started preparing himself some bacon and eggs. He'd probably had them too often as of late, but damn if the local farmer didn't provide them fresh. He hadn't even known that bacon and eggs could taste this good! As soon as he got those going, he filled the coffee machine and set it going as well.
"On the bright side, today should be the last time you need to fast," Bobby offered.
"Yeah, if that new spell of Dean's doesn't require it."
"Dean hasn't mentioned anything, though I suppose that it's still possible."
"It's actually not so bad anymore. I guess that I got used to it."
"You got used to not eating?"
Sam shrugged. "I guess. I think that I'm starting to see why so many religious orders have fasting as part of their common practices."
"You're feeling spiritually empowered?" Bobby demanded in disbelief. "If so you're even more of an idjit then I thought."
"Hey!"
"You're being cleansed of Hell and demon taint, Sam, not being ascended to some higher plane of existence or any such nonsense."
"I know that! It's just... I feel so light in a way."
"It's what you used to feel like, before Ruby."
Sam seemed to hunch in on himself at those words and Bobby felt a little bad for saying them, but only a little. If this was what it took to really make Sam see that what he'd done was wrong instead of just regretting how things had turned out, then so be it. It was the one thing that he still couldn't understand- just how Sam had started drinking the demon blood- and he'd been infinitely disappointed to discover that it was one thing that hadn't been covered in the books. In fact nothing from that four month gap between Dean's death at the hellhound's claws and his subsequent resurrection at the hands of Castiel was and he couldn't help but wonder at why. The most immediate answer was that neither Sam nor himself had been the focus of the prophet's attentions beyond how their actions affected Dean but he wasn't sure if that was true or not. It seemed very likely since the books had also followed Dean when he was sent to the past and to the alternate future, not to mention showing only his point of view during the djinn fiasco, but he was loath to take such things at face value without some further proof or confirmation.
"I suppose," Sam sighed, going back to examining the scarred tabletop.
Bobby figured that it was probably best to leave the boy to his thoughts for a while, so he finished preparing his breakfast in silence. Despite some lingering guilt, he took a seat at the table and started eating while he flipped through the paper that Sam had already brought in. Though they didn't do much normal hunting anymore, not since Dean's call about the Rite of Contressa having failed, he still liked to keep an eye on what was happening in the world, both so that he could send other hunters to where they were needed and to see if he could spot anything that looked like it might be caused by Lucifer for one of his demons.
"Bobby," Sam finally said softly, almost as if he wasn't sure that he really wanted to speak.
"Yeah?"
"Samuel, he has made a few comments lately comparing me to Dad. Do you think he's right?"
Ouch, now there was a touchy subject if ever there was one and Bobby wasn't sure what the best way to approach it was so he went with what he usually did. Direct and without any form of sugarcoating. "Yeah, in a lot of ways he is."
Sam flinched. "But- How?"
"You've been driven, Sam, much like your father was and when that happens all kinds of other things go right out the window, including things that really shouldn't be so readily dismissed."
"Like Dean."
"For one."
"But Dad and I always clashed."
"Precisely because you were too much alike. Neither of you could compromise or admit that you were wrong so, as a result, you clashed big time."
"Oh."
"I thought you'd come to understand your father and what he did more."
"There's a big difference between that and being told that you're a lot like him."
"I suppose. So what are you planning to do about it?"
"I don't know. You got any suggestions?"
"Well, since you're asking, I'd say you need to seriously reconsider some of what you think you know. I'm sure you noticed how stubborn your daddy could get when he got an idea into his head even if it seemed crazy to everyone else."
"You think I've got something like that now?"
"Yeah."
"Let me guess, it's about Dean."
"I didn't say it."
"You didn't have to, at least not now. You and Samuel, and now even Gwen, have been quite vocal in your opinions on the issue."
"And perhaps that should be your first clue that you might not be right about this."
"But Christian-"
"Do you really want to be bringing him into this right now?" Bobby interrupted. "After the way he treated you at the end there?"
"No, I guess not."
"Just give it some thought, Sam, and consider what happened the last time you were convinced that you were right and everyone else was wrong."
That caused the boy to flinch as if electrocuted, but Bobby felt he had been justified in making the point. It wasn't often that Sam was this open with him even despite the boy's constant preaching to Dean that his brother needed to open up more and talk about his feelings, so he was going to milk the opportunity for all that it was worth. He really wanted to believe that this was the start of a real, deeper change, but he also wasn't willing to take the risk that this wasn't just a mellowness created by spending a hungry night alone in a cold, dark kitchen. Either way he'd now made his most important point and it was up to Sam to take it or leave it as the boy saw fit.
Bobby just hoped that it would make some kind of impact though he doubted a series of cleansing spells had really gotten rid of the problem. Since when were things ever that simple or easy for them?
A.N.: If anyone missed it, the sequel to Little Deaths ( At Death's Door) is now up!
Chapter 148