Winchester Love Pt 10A
Title: Winchester Love Pt 10A Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, they own me! Summmary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #060-Drink. Dean stumbles downstairs and chats with Bobby before getting some more sleep.
Dean was up early the day of the wedding. He came downstairs where Bobby was having his morning coffee. Bobby offered him some but Dean asked if he could just crash in Bobby's bed for awhile. He left Sam the whole bed after all the tossing and turning during the night. He wanted him to get a few good hours of sleep. "Sure," Bobby told him, "you can crash in my room. Didn't you guys get any sleep last night?"
"It's had to sleep by Sammy on a good, peaceful night," Dean answered. "Last night he was nervous and dreaming. He was rolling all over, limbs all over the place. I'm lucky I didn't wake up with a black eye."
"You know you probably won't be much better the night before your wedding," Bobby looked at Dean and smiled.
"I'll be cool and confident," Dean gave him a smirk.
"I'd like to be there to see it," Bobby started to laugh.
"Oh, you will be," Dean informed him. "Since you're my groomsman, we'll be staying in the same hotel. We could share a room since I'm not allowed to sleep with Kylee the night before our wedding."
"She just wants to follow the traditions," Bobby told him. "You can't blame her for that."
"I think we should make our own traditions," Dean insisted.
"Those might not be traditions her family would approve of, Dean, and you are trying to impress them."
"No, I'm not." Dean insisted.
"Yes you are. You need their approval and acceptance to have a happy marriage with Kylee. If you cause tension between Kylee and her family, you might be out of the picture before you know it."
"Who made all these damn rules?" Dean whined because of lack of sleep.
"I'm assuming you probably broke one of the rules, so just take consolation in that." Bobby stated.
Dean looked at him confused.
"You're not supposed to be together until your wedding night," Bobby prompted him to remember.
"Oh, yeah," Dean got a huge smile. "We sure broke that one. . . Living together, too. I bet that was another one."
"See, Dean, you're still a rebel," Bobby finished his coffee and put his cup down. "Now, go get some sleep before your train of thinking jumps the tracks."
"Thanks, Bobby," Dean turned toward the bedroom.
"Don't mention it," Bobby said to himself as he took up the morning paper.