Winchester Love
Title: Winchester Love Ch 2A Fandom: Supernatural Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just play with 'em. Feedback: makes my owrld go round. Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt#063-summer. The two couples visit Bobby.
"Hey, boys," Bobby was rummaging around for something in the living room, "Can you go get your bags? I want to borrow your girls for a minute."
"I don't know if that's such a good idea," Dean raised his eyebrows, "An old man like you could have blood pressure problems around our girls."
"I'll be fine, Dean," Bobby shook his head at Dean's usual comments.
"We'll be right back in," Sam told Abby, who didn't know what to think. She hadn't spent much time around Dean and Kylee just seemed to fit right into the group.
Bobby found what he was looking for and took a seat in the middle of the couch. "Come on over," he motioned to the girls. "Ignore Dean. I honestly don't bite."
Kylee laughed as she went to sit down and Abby moved more slowly, more cautious.
"Abby, do you like to read?" Bobby asked.
Abby nodded.
"You can talk," Bobby whispered and smiled.
Abby smiled at how warm Bobby was being.
"That's better," Bobby said. "Can't have a guest in my home be intimidated by me. I'm really not that scary anyway. I just growl every now and then to let the boys know who knows best."
Bobby opened a book in his lap and started to point out people in photos.
"That there is John with the boys," Bobby's finger caressed the faces. "Those boys sure loved their daddy. I wish you could have met him. He would have loved you girls. He never dared dream of anything besides hunting for his sons, because he wanted them to be safe."
"Hunting keeps them safe?" Abby was confused.
"Well, darlin'," Bobby tried to explain, "it keeps their senses and reflexes sharp. They have to stay in shape and be on their toes at all times. So, practicing those things while out hunting does actually help keep them safe, in a round about way." Bobby sighed. "I wanted more for those boys. I just never imagined that Dean would find a gal who matched his interest in cars and was fearless enough to keep him in line. Or, that Sam would find someone who loved books as much as he did, a kindred spirit with a soft heart." Bobby cleared his throat. "I'm thankful for you girls and I think John would be, too."
"This is when Dean started tinkering on cars in the scrap yard," Bobby pointed to a very skinny Dean peering under a hood with Sam sitting in a lawn chair next to the car with a book open in his lap. "Sam wanted to learn to read that summer. So I was torn between sounding out words and explaining mechanics. Poor Sam had to sit outside so that I would be close enough to help both of them. They each demanded my attention and don't share very well. At least they didn't back then." Bobby turned to Kylee, "So all three of you are okay in your apartment? The boys haven't demolished it in a disagreement?"
"I put my foot down," Kylee said.
"Good for you," Bobby went back to the photos. "This one here has the Impala in it. It was John's baby before it was Dean and Sam's. That Impala is the only thing in this book that hasn't aged." Bobby flipped the page and started to laugh. He pointed to a picture of two adolescent boys with their shirts off, trying to flex muscles that weren't there yet. They were posing and so proud. The girls beside him laughed, too. They could tell who was who because the boys had the same features now as they did in that photo, just more prominent.
"Who cut their hair?" Abby spoke up.
"You're looking at him," Bobby answered. "Dean never wanted to fuss with his hair, so I cut it short. Sam wanted his hair longer, and I ain't no stylist, so he got more of the bowl method." The girls were trying not to laugh. "Hey," Bobby said in defense, "I didn't have much to work with. They thought they looked damn good."