Bobby Singer (youidjit) wrote in drinkingdjinn, @ 2009-04-24 01:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, sam winchester, sam/dean, season 0.5 |
Episode 0.5 x 04 - Old Flame
Who: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer
When: After Submission
What: Sam talks to Bobby about Dean's mysterious past, which requires whiskey on both fronts.
Where: Bobby's House, South Dakota
After leaving Dean at the local bar with a car and a girl for the night, Sam calls Bobby to ask him to swing by and pick him up. He feels like he should be jealous, Dean finding a new girl in every town, but by now he's just amused. In Bobby's kitchen, he sits at the table with a bottle of beer, toying with the bottle more than drinking it.
"You should start stealin' your brother's keys and making him call you to get picked up," Bobby suggests, getting a beer for himself and two packages of bar peanuts he has snagged from somewhere, tossing one to Sam as he sits down.
"Yeah, but I really don't want to deal with picking him up the morning after -- " He shakes his head, playing with the edge of the foil package. "Thanks for picking me up, though."
"Make him shower first." He shakes his head, taking a swig of his beer, watching Sam out of the corner of his eye. "Are you going to eat that, or just play with it?"
Sam gives and exaggerated shudder and shakes his head again. "Mm, no. Thanks. I can do without." He realizes he's just fidgeting with the peanuts and mumbles an apology as he pushes the package towards Bobby. He just feels... out of sorts, and has, ever since Dean had let him top.
"What's the matter with you?" Bobby's voice is gruff, but worried. Sam's not acting right, and Dean barely stayed around for a beer after the hunt, which always bothers him a bit. He feels like its his job to look out for the boys, what with all the trouble they manage to wade into on a regular basis.
"Nothing, I'm..." Sam sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "It's Dean, actually. Just something that's been bugging me about him, I guess." God -- does he really want to talk about this with Bobby? Though really... what other option does he have?
"Oh? What's that?" Bobby opens a pack of peanuts, leaving the other on the table for Sam for now, in case he changes his mind.
"Did -- " he starts, stopping and clearing his throat, trying to figure out how to say this. There's no real easy, unawkward way, so he just -- goes for it. "Did he ever tell you -- about a guy he was with? When he was younger? In his teens, I think."
Bobby's eyebrows nearly disappear into his trucker hat, and he has to set his beer down. "What kind of guy?" he asks carefully.
"He won't tell me. Just -- that he was with a guy and he doesn't want to talk about it. He just shuts down whenever I ask." He takes a long drink of his beer (for courage, or some such thing, for the conversation he's afraid will come next) and stares awkwardly down at the table.
Bobby swallows, rubbing at his beard. "I knew something about that, yeah. How'd this come up?" He had not thought about it in years, not since the Winchesters came back in his life and he stopped worrying about them as much (well, at least, stop worrying about that and instead focused on all the other stupid things they got into).
There really isn't... a good way around this, or to just explain away his sudden interest in Dean's past sex life. "Dean..." Sam sets his bottle down and hides his face in his hands, making a frustrated noise before dropping his hands again. "Dean and I are..." Though he can't quite get himself to say the rest of it out loud, not to Bobby. He just lets the sentence hang there and hope Bobby can infer the rest.
...like Father like Son. Well, he hopes not, for Dean's sake. And so he does not have to take Sam out into the backyard and beat him. "So you're telling me all those motel keepers were right?" Bobby's voice is deadpan as he scrutinizes Sam across the table.
Sam wants to melt into the floor and never ever come out. He dodges Bobby's look, blushing and trying to hide behind his hair. "It's more of a recent developement than that, but don't think I haven't pointed out the irony."
"You boys best keep your pants on in my house," he mentions, taking another swig of beer. "So why does this old -" He hesitates for a second, trying to think of a proper word, "- relationship of his matter?"
He chokes at that, damn near falling off the chair. "Uh -- it... it came up. One night. After, um..." He gestures, awkwardly, stealing another sip of beer before he goes on. "Was it -- was his relationship... dangerous? Did he hurt him, at all?" He looks deeply worried, chewing at the inside of his lip and hoping to hell that whoever it was, they didn't hurt Dean. Sam would have to find them and hurt them right back, if so.
Bobby frowns at his bottle, trying to think of what to say. "It- it's not really my place t'talk about it, but- I don't know all that much. But it wasn't the healthiest relationship in the world, I can tell you that." That's an understatement, not that the Winchesters are ever healthy in any sense.
"Did you know him? What do you mean... not the healthiest?" Sam wishes that Dean would just open up to him about this, tell him who it was and why it hurts so much to talk about. He hates that Dean shuts him out, especially with something as important as this.
"Yeah, I knew him." Bobby rubs his eyebrows; he never expected to have to talk about this, and to Sam, no less. He had to pick his words carefully. "They weren't exactly on what you'd call even footing. I don't think Dean should of been with the guy in the first place, but it wasn't my call."
"Why wouldn't he... tell me about something like that?" Sam feels hurt -- that Bobby knew and he didn't. That Dean had kept something like that from him for... what, ten years? "Did Dad know?"
"Sam, it's your brother. If anyone stops thinking that he's the most heterosexual thing since Casanova it'd take a miracle to keep him from running for the hills. He doesn't even know I know about it, or he'd probably never speak to me again." He sighs, taking off his hat and running his hand through his sparse hair before replacing it again. "No, I don't think he did." The lie feels heavy on his tongue, but he does not know what else to say.
That gets a laugh, and Sam finishes off his beer. "Yeah, that's -- that's true. Dean is a man among men, that's for sure." He leans back in his chair again, trying to process all this. He wants to know more; how long they were together, how they met -- hell, how Bobby found out. Why that one guy, out of everyone else.
He gives him a smile, and gets up to get him another one, along with one for himself. He is pretty sure they will need it. "What makes you ask about him hurting him?" Bobby asks after a moment. He should probably stop talking about it, but it worries him.
Nnh, he doesn't want to have to explain this. To distract himself and to avoid looking at Bobby, Sam wanders over to the fridge to snag another beer, feeling rather like he needs it. "I got -- a little rough with him, I guess?" He can feel the back of his neck and the tips of his ears turn bright red in embarrassment. "We both got a little spooked. I mostly got scared because of -- how he reacted. I just... didn't know if it had anything to do with whoever he was with, before."
Bobby swallows again, and takes another draught of beer to steady himself. "To be honest, you're probably right. That- man was a pretty domineering type. I don't know about abusive, but- he liked things his way." God, it sounds obvious to himself who he is talking about, but he is hoping that Sam does not catch on. Though maybe he should know about it, someday, he cannot be the one to bring it up.
"Sounds kind of like Dean. I have no idea how they got along," he tries to laugh, turning the chair to sit on it backwards, leaning his arms against the back of the chair. "You said man -- was he older than Dean?"
"Me either." He sits back in his chair; actually, he knows exactly why, but, again, not something to say outloud. "Yeah, he was older. Dean thought he was somethin'."
"Do you think Dean will ever tell me about him, himself?" He shorts, opening his beer and taking a sip. "That was a dumb question, wow. It's Dean, he won't. Not unless I force it out of him, which won't happen."
Bobby shakes his head, not being able to help a wry smile. "Yeah, I think you'd have an easier time gettin' anything out of him than that. I doubt it ended well, when it did, and - " He pauses for a moment before continuing. "I'm pretty sure the man's dead now, anyway."
At least Sam doesn't have to worry about going after the guy, now. He nods, slowly, thinking he might need something a little stronger than beer for this. He wishes Dean was here with him, instead of out with some girl from a bar. He just wants to hold him, right now. To try and erase any bad memories of whoever this man was, in his past.
Bobby watches him for a few moments, before pushing the peanuts back towards him. "You should really eat something." He is worried about them, but he can only hope that this is good for them.
"I'm not hungry," he sighs, setting aside his beer. "Maybe I should have stayed in the bar, fuck. I just... I'm so confused. Dean confuses me on so many different levels that I don't know where to start working through them all."
"Well, he's Dean. He doesn't like to help matters like this much." He sits back, glancing at Sam again and then standing up. "I'm going to break out some whiskey, what d'ya say?"
"God, yes, please. Thank you." Sam turns the chair around the right way and rests his head on the table, arms over his head, sighing deeply. Sam doesn't often drink to get drunk, but tonight seems like a good night to do so. Just so long as he sticks to one kind of alcohol, and not the whole mini bar. Ugh.
Bobby smiles and gets two glasses and the whiskey bottle, prepared to let Sam get drunk off his ass, but slowly, so that it would be Dean's job to drag his gigantic arse to the couch and not his.