Bobby being Bobby but... more open I guess. Taking in the kids and just being that for them. It's really- well in-character but your Bobby you know? In roundabout terms, you are really good at characterization.
Then he grinned, and it was that old, evil grin that had meant trouble for Sam since they were both kids. "Oh, you bitch. It's so on." Sam didn't even have time to duck.
:) Snowball fight and boys being boys and it's wonderful. They needed that- hell I needed it. They're just taking a break and being *comfortable*.
"What in hell is wrong with you boys! You're gonna get the pneumonia!" Bobby was standing on the top step, glaring in disapproval.
For the record, your Bobby makes me smile.
And everytime I read these. I get hungry for soup and pie and homemade bread and *sighs* you're a cruel woman.
Oh Dean, jesus. The way John died even if it wasn't Sam's *John* it's still his dad and- *sighs* And it's of course still haunting Dean and I don't know if it's possible to fix it but Sam needs to make it better.
"Maybe not by blood but you are. You're my brother in all the ways that matter and he was worth everything. He was worth my fucking life, and you are, too. You are too."
I've been waiting for *someone* to tell this to Dean. *Any* Dean and well... just thanks for saying it. :)
Bobby sighed – capped the bottle. "I dunno. John went off the rails, from what I hear, when that Mary of his died. Acted like a crazy man about half the time. Didn't give those boys much leash and he put way too much on Dean. After Sammy died, well... It was like a little slice of Hell in that Chevy, most times. I figure maybe it was puttin' him out of his misery, when he died."
"But not Dean's," Sam said, and Bobby shook his head slowly, looking up at him.
"Nope. Not Dean's at all." The whiskey burned like fire, going down. Burned like loneliness and heartbreak and bitter, bitter failure. It made Sam choke, and cough until he cried. At least, that's what he told himself.
Oh... just... *choke* I'll be over here, not crying.
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Bobby being Bobby but... more open I guess. Taking in the kids and just being that for them. It's really- well in-character but your Bobby you know? In roundabout terms, you are really good at characterization.
Then he grinned, and it was that old, evil grin that had meant trouble for Sam since they were both kids. "Oh, you bitch. It's so on." Sam didn't even have time to duck.
:) Snowball fight and boys being boys and it's wonderful. They needed that- hell I needed it. They're just taking a break and being *comfortable*.
"What in hell is wrong with you boys! You're gonna get the pneumonia!" Bobby was standing on the top step, glaring in disapproval.
For the record, your Bobby makes me smile.
And everytime I read these. I get hungry for soup and pie and homemade bread and *sighs* you're a cruel woman.
Oh Dean, jesus. The way John died even if it wasn't Sam's *John* it's still his dad and- *sighs* And it's of course still haunting Dean and I don't know if it's possible to fix it but Sam needs to make it better.
"Maybe not by blood but you are. You're my brother in all the ways that matter and he was worth everything. He was worth my fucking life, and you are, too. You are too."
I've been waiting for *someone* to tell this to Dean. *Any* Dean and well... just thanks for saying it. :)
Bobby sighed – capped the bottle. "I dunno. John went off the rails, from what I hear, when that Mary of his died. Acted like a crazy man about half the time. Didn't give those boys much leash and he put way too much on Dean. After Sammy died, well... It was like a little slice of Hell in that Chevy, most times. I figure maybe it was puttin' him out of his misery, when he died."
"But not Dean's," Sam said, and Bobby shook his head slowly, looking up at him.
"Nope. Not Dean's at all." The whiskey burned like fire, going down. Burned like loneliness and heartbreak and bitter, bitter failure. It made Sam choke, and cough until he cried. At least, that's what he told himself.
Oh... just... *choke* I'll be over here, not crying.
*sniffle* Amazing chapter.