my_sam_dean (my_sam_dean) wrote in 25moments, @ 2008-06-15 13:51:00 |
|
|||
Bobby was sitting at the table when John pulled into the scrap yard. He'd been waiting to hear the truck's engine all day but stayed seated until after John came in.
He looked defeated. His clothes and his duffel were well-worn and dusty.
"Kept supper warm. You hungry?"
"Tired," was all he said as he slumped into a chair.
Bobby brought over his cup of coffee and gave it to John. He knelt down and untied John's boots for him. Then, he put a hand on John's knee and looked into his sad brown eyes. "You're home, John. It's okay."
"I couldn't get it," he tried to keep the tears from his voice. "It left a faint trail but I lost it. It's been too many years, Bobby. I think I'm wrung out."
"You're home," Bobby repeated. "Let's get you cleaned up and to bed."
John nodded weakly.
***
His hair was still wet as he slumbered in Bobby's arms. Bobby could imagine what John had seen and how hard he had hunted. He knew he'd seen things no many should have to see.
John had returned to him, though, and that was always a good sign. He was broken, but Bobby had dealt with that before. Every time John came back, there were pieces to be put back together. The only problem was that each time the pieces got smaller and harder to affix back in place.
John stirred in his sleep and Bobby held him close to his side. "You're where you belong. When will you learn that? No one and nothing can hurt you here. Sleep tight."
***
John dreamed he was hunting. Then, he felt the solid warmth of Bobby's body . It was what he needed. In Bobby's arms was a good place to stay.