Winchester Love Pt 6A
Title: Winchester Love Part 6A Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, they own me. Feeback: Yes, Please! Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #054 - Air. Sam and Abby come in from the scrap yard.
Sam and Abby walked into the kitchen. Bobby looked up and noticed how red their faces were. "Is it already getting cold out there?" he asked.
Abby turned a whole other shade of red. "The wind has a chill to it," Sam replied as he helped Abby with her coat.
Kylee and Dean came downstairs. Kylee had a couple wedding magazines she wanted Abby to take a look at. Dean thought he had a lead on a hunt and brought Sam back upstairs to show him.
Bobby was still there at the kitchen table. He had to chuckle at himself because it all made sense. If Dean really had a lead on a hunt, he'd have shared it with Bobby, too. Dean had been upstairs and from his John's old room, there was a clear view of the scrap yard. John and Bobby had caught the boys in the act of one thing or another and been able to bust them by seeing it through that window. Dean must have seen Sam and Abby in the scrap yard. That's the only reason Bobby could think of that explained her face being so red. Well, that and her shirt was skipping a button. He kept it to himself. He was just happy Sam had finally started to move on.
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"Dude," Sam asked. "Have you been messing with my computer again?"
"No."
"Then how did you find a hunt?" Sam was suspicious.
"I just need to show you something," Dean replied as he led Sam to the window.
Sam saw the view from his Dad's old room and was suddenly infuriated at Dean, "You spied on us?"
"I just happened to see you out the window."
"How could you?"
"It was an accident," Dean said. "Remember how we never could figure out how Dad and Bobby caught on to what we'd been up to? This window is how they did it."
"So did you just stare at us or what?" Sam's arms were across his chest and he was mad.
"No. I'm proud of you Dude," Dean slapped him on the back. "Thought I'd tell you that although you can see the scrap yard from this window, you can't see inside of cars, especially the vans." Dean wiggled his eyebrows.
"So you are trying to give me advice here?" Sam was confused.
"Yeah," Dean shrugged. "And Abby's shirt needs to be re-buttoned." Sam gave him a shocked look. "You missed one with your big fingers and being in a hurry is my guess."
"Abby can never know."
"She won't. Kylee can't know I told you, either."
"She saw, too?" Sam was uncomfortable and shifting his weight around.
"No," Dean lied. "She saw what I was looking at and took to scolding me. You could take the Impala out someplace, you know."
"Are you trying to get me laid?" Sam asked.
"Just helping the process along," Dean turned Sam toward the door. "Sometimes you just need a little brotherly nudge. Now, we have to go back downstairs. I'll tell Bobby I was wrong about the hunt and you get Abby to fix her shirt."
Sam nodded.
"I love being the big brother," Dean laughed. "All the secrets and the scheming."