Title Winchester Garage and Singer Salvage, Part 4B
Claim Dean Winchester
Disclaimer I don't own the boys, I just wish I did!
Summary Written for Mission Insane. Sam talks to Bobby about the hunt.
Table/Prompt Emotions/#2 - Sad
"Hey, Sam. I figured you'd be coming to talk to me."
"Yeah," Sam laughed a little. "I guess so."
"I won't look for a hunt if you don't want to go," Bobby told him. "I made that clear to Dean. If you don't want to go, I won't even search for one."
"I'm going to talk to Abby when she wakes up. Dean said you might hook up a monitor so that you could hear if she needed anything?"
"I've seen those danged baby monitors on television. Looks like it could stay in her room and I could carry the receiving end with me. It wouldn't be a problem, Sam. Abby would be in good hands."
"I know," Sam shifted in his chair. "I just feel the itch to go hunting, too. Just me and Dean on the road, classic rock and greasy burgers. Is it wrong for me to want that for just a little while?"
"Depends. If one hunt will settle you down for being a dad, it's okay. If you're going to keep taking off and missing parts of your child's life, well, you know the answer to that."
Sam nodded. "I just need some time with just me and Dean. I miss that."
"He said as much, too," Bobby told him. "You both live in the same house. It isn't like you never get to see each other. You just need to make plans for a guys' night out and stick to it.. That might help."
"Thanks, Bobby. I'll let you know what Abby and I decide. I'd better get back in there. I told her I wouldn't be gone long."
"It's the little moments that make up a lifetime, Sam. Like this time you spend with Abby."
Sam smiled as he left the room.
Dean tried the knob. Locked. "Kylee?" he leaned his forehead against the door. "Let me in, baby, so we can talk."
"Kylee?" he tried again.
Dean fished a paper clip out of his pocket and sprung the lock on the doorknob. Kylee was asleep on the bed. Dean looked closer at her and saw the marks where tears had stained her cheeks. The tissue box was almost empty. Dean felt like an awful husband. He got out of his dirty clothes and slipped into bed beside her. Their talk could wait. Kylee had apparently worn herself out. Before long he was also asleep.
The only one awake in the house was Bobby. He knew the boys missed their time together and being as convincing as they were, they'd probably get their wish and be able to go. So, he started searching for a hunt, nothing too hard because they were a little rusty, and nothing too far away because they were needed at home. Surprisingly, he found one. Now he just had to wait to see if they were going to go.
He turned off his computer and decided to rest on the couch. No point in making dinner because he didn't know when the others would wake up and he wasn't hungry yet. He pulled the afghan down over him and drifted away.