Title Winchester Garage and Singer Salvage, Part 4A
Claim Dean Winchester
Disclaimer I don't own the boys, I just wish I did!
Summary Dean talks to Bobby and Sam about wanting to go on a hunt.
Table/Prompt Angst/ #10 - Miss You
Bobby startled at the sound of the door slamming shut. "Kylee," Bobby was shocked at how Kylee looked. "Are you okay?"
"Ask Dean!" she went straight upstairs.
Bobby shrugged and took a deep breath. Apparently that drive didn't help Dean like Bobby thought it would.
Dean came in and it was quieter than Kylee's entrance. "Hey, Bobby."
"I have something to ask you."
"Kylee is upstairs, Dean."
"That's not--I mean, I figured that." Dean sighed. "I need you to find a hunt for me and Sam."
"You heard me, Bobby. Something close so we're not gone long. I just need to go for a hunt."
"I don't think Sam's going to go," Bobby told him. "I could go with you, though."
"Thanks, Bobby, but no. I miss the times Sam and I had on the road. I miss the connection that we are slowly losing."
"Dean," Bobby leaned forward, "you can't go back in time. Sam had a hard time when Kylee came into the picture. It was second nature for him to be taking care of you when you were wounded. It was difficult for him to let Kylee care for you instead of him. He had to accept that he had to adjust to his new position in your life. Now, Sam had Abby and they're expecting. Maybe you need to accept your new position in his life."
"Sam will go hunting with me if you'll watch over Abby."
"I'll never stop watching over all of you because you are my family," Bobby replied. "Don't be upset with Sam if he refuses to go. He never had the drive to hunt like you do."
"But you'll look for a hunt for us?"
"If Sam agrees to go, I'll start looking. Maybe we could get a monitor to put in Abby's room in case she needs something. We'll figure something out."
"Don't thank me yet. You still have to convince Sam. And, there is the little matter of your wife upstairs."
"I know," Dean ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up terribly. "Any advice you can give me?"
"Nope, Dean. You got into this on your own, you can get out of it on your own."
"I guess," Dean sighed. "I think I'll let Kylee cool for awhile longer. I'll go talk to Sam first. Where is he?"
"Resting with princess," Bobby reminded him.
"Oh, yeah," Dean replied. "I have to do that, too."
Dean listened at Sam and Abby's door and didn't hear anything. He turned the knob slowly, opening the door to see them both asleep. He crept to Sam and tapped him on his shoulder.
"Wha?" Sam was trying to get his eyes fully open as he turned to whoever had tapped his shoulder.
"It's me," Dean told him. "We need to talk."
"Can't it wait?"
"It's important, Sam."
"Okay. Meet you in the kitchen."
Dean stepped quietly into the kitchen.
Abby stirred when she heard voices.
"It's fine, honey," Sam whispered. "Dean just wants to talk. I'll be back in soon."
"Love you," she mumbled sleepily.
"I love you, too, Abby," he kissed her as he tucked the blanket around her sleeping body.
Sam stretched as he got out of bed and made his way to the door.
"What's up, Dean?"
"I've asked Bobby to find a hunt for us," Dean informed him.
"Because I feel the need to be on the road, Sam. Don't you feel it?"
Sam shook his head. "What about Abby?"
"I'm sorry that I referred to her the way I did, that was way out of line. Bobby has said that he would watch out for Abby. He was thinking of getting a monitor to put in here by her in case she needed anything."
"Whoa. You talked to Bobby first?"
"Yeah. I needed to know if he would find us a nearby hunt."
"And I'm just supposed to leave Abby?"
"Come on, Sam. You know Bobby will take good care of her."
"But, I'm her husband, Dean. I'm supposed to be the one taking care of her."
"It will just be for a little bit."
"I'll have to talk to Abby when she gets up," Sam told him. "And, I'll have to talk to Bobby first."
"Okay," Dean replied. "You can go talk to Bobby while I go see if Kylee's locked me out or now."
"So that's how she took it," Sam smiled. "You'd better hurry, score some brownie points for being quick to apologize, or whatever."
Dean just laughed as he bounded up the stairs.