Winchester Love Part 14 B
Title: Winchester Love Pt 14 B Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, they own me. Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt#30-Death. Bobby thinks of his past and the special woman he lost.
Bobby had hugs for everyone when they left. “Now you boys call me if you need anything. You ladies just give me a call if one of them gets to big for his britches, I’m assuming that’ll be you, Kylee. I’ll help you keep in line.”
“Okay, Bobby,” Kylee laughed. “I had a great time. Thanks for letting us visit.”
“Think of this as your other home,” Bobby replied. “There’s always room for you.”
“Thanks,” Dean nodded.
“Thanks for the wedding and, just thanks for everything,” Sam called from the backseat.
“You gave us a wonderful wedding and honeymoon, Bobby,” Abby smiled. “I can’t thank you enough.”
“You already did, darlin’.” Bobby stood up and stepped away from the car. He watched it go down his driveway and drive out of sight. He didn’t move until he couldn’t hear it anymore.
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Having his coffee that night, Bobby noticed how quiet the house was. He turned on the television just for the noise value. Sam and Abby were so happy. When they came back from their honeymoon, they had seemed different, stronger somehow. He knew they’d be able to make it. He’d known that Sam’s sensitivity, something that was not encouraged in hunting, would help Abby. Abby and Sam were genuinely happy. He could see it in their eyes. The same look he saw in Loretta’s eyes, so many years ago.
His mind wandered back to a different time. When he was young and in love with a beautiful woman named Loretta. Her daddy didn’t like him, but Loretta was a spitfire and didn’t care what her daddy thought. She eloped with Bobby anyway. They had lived with his family, in the same big house. Loretta eyes sparkled with genuine happiness when she told him that they were having a baby. Bobby had grabbed her up in a hug and swung her around until he realized it was probably not a smart thing to do.
His family was all looking forward to the birth. Bobby was careful to plan only short hunts and only early in Loretta’s pregnancy. He was out on one of those hunts when he got the call. He raced home to find Loretta lying in their bed in bloody sheets. Bobby’s mom had called the doctor.
Bobby sat down on the bed and held Loretta in his arms. She was losing the baby. Both her and Bobby were in tears, but he didn’t want her to see that. He just kept whispering to her, holding her, until it was all over. When the doctor left, Bobby’s mom helped him clean the room and gave him a hug. “It happened to me, once, too,” she told him. “She needs you now as much if not more than you need her. Go to her and I’ll put the baby items in the attic to spare her some pain.” Bobby nodded his thanks, not trusting his voice.
He laid by Loretta or sat by their bed for days. She didn’t speak. Sometimes Bobby’s mom would come and sit with her so Bobby could eat.
He held Loretta close and whispered how sorry he was. That his mom had lost a baby, too, and went on to have him. Loretta showed no response. He told her how much he loved her and that he asked if there was anything to help her feel better. She never gave him an answer.
Bobby was in the kitchen, which had a doorway to their room. He’d shut the door because Loretta was sleeping. That’s where he was standing when he heard the crash.
He tried to open the door, it was locked. He screamed for Loretta to let him in before kicking in the door. His mom ran into the kitchen to see what was going on. She found Bobby crying, rocking Loretta’s body back and forth. Loretta had broken the window and slashed her throat with a jagged piece. Bobby held something to the wound, trying to stop the flow of blood. His mom walked over and held her son.
“She’s gone, Bobby,” his mom couldn’t find Loretta’s pulse.
“She can’t be. I wasn’t gone that long.”
“She must have just been waiting until you went into the kitchen, Bobby. You couldn’t have stopped her. She ached too much for your baby.”
“But how could she leave me?” Bobby had asked in tears. “We could have had another baby. You and Dad did.”
“She just couldn’t get over her loss.”
“It was my loss, too,” Bobby cried.
“But the baby was taken from her body,” his mom tried to explain.
Loretta was buried in town with their very premature baby. The baby was just a blanketed bundle that they placed in her arms. After she was buried, Bobby decided that if anyone ever asked, he’d say he never married. It was just too tough to explain.