Winchester Love Part 15B
Title: Winchester Love Part 15B Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee, Bobby Disclaimer: I don'w own the boys, I just wish I did. Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #93-Thanksgiving. The boys bring their girls and Kylee's family to Bobby's for Thanksgiving.
Bobby woke up and just felt good to be alive. He'd spent the last few days cleaning out a couple rooms that he usually used for storage and putting up spare beds that had been stored in the attic. His muscles ached, but in a good way. His boys were coming home, bringing Kylee's family with them, for Thanksgiving. Bobby had so much to be thankful for. He was going to have a full house again.
The Impala tore down his driveway with an expensive SUV following far enough behind to not be eating dust. Bobby had to shake his head. Dean's driving was definitely not going to impress Kylee's parents. Her sisters, maybe, but not her parents.
Sam and Abby were the first ones out of the car. They grabbed their bags and hugged Bobby on their way inside. "Where should be put these?" Sam asked Bobby.
"I cleaned out the room off the kitchen," Bobby said. "Figured I might need to keep you close to food, the way you eat."
"Okay. Thanks, Bobby," Sam took their bags to the room and Abby gave Bobby another hug.
"Dean's having some issues," Abby confided in Bobby.
"What kind of issues?" Bobby wanted to know before it all blew up in his face.
"Kylee's dad works in a suit and tie and doesn't think Dean can take care of his daughter."
"Oh, God," Bobby replied. He gave Abby a quick peck on the cheek. "You go hide with Sam and I'll see if I can help Dean out some."
"Thanks, Bobby," Abby had a spring in her step as she found the room her and Sam were staying in.
Bobby took a deep breath as he stepped outside. Dean and Kylee were still in the Impala, talking or fighting, it didn't really seem to matter. Kylee's family seemed to be doing the same, still in the SUV. Bobby thought he might need some time with Dean, so he went to welcome Kylee's family first.
"Hi. I'm Bobby," he held out his hand to Kylee's dad.
"I'm Richard," he shook Bobby's hand. "This is my wife, Nancy, and my other daughters, Anne and Hannah."
"Hi," the three ladies shook his hand one after another.
"Well, your rooms are upstairs," Bobby pointed to the house. "The last one on the left should be comfortable for Richard and Nancy. The one on the right has two beds, so I thought it would work for Anne and Hannah."
"Thank you," Nancy smiled. "It is so nice of you to open your home to us."
"Glad to do it," Bobby replied. He saw the girls unloading many bags. "You can leave whatever you don't immediately need and Sam, Dean and I will bring them up for you. You probably just want to relax a little after your trip."
"Thank you," Nancy picked up one small bag. "Are you ready to go in, girls?"
Anne and Hannah thanked Bobby as they walked past.
"It is tiring trying to follow Dean," Bobby could tell Richard was biting his tongue so he wouldn't say more.
"It can be," Bobby agreed. "We'll be in shortly. There's fresh coffee in the kitchen. Help yourself." He watched the family walk up to his house before opening the door to the backseat of the Impala.
Dean and Kylee instantly shut up. "Do I get to know what's going on?" Bobby asked them. "And what the hell were you thinking driving like that, Dean? Did you do that all the way here? Not only would that give Kylee's family a bad impression, it could hurt the Impala, you know that."
"I just got a little upset," Dean spoke carefully, "when Kylee's dad asked if I was going to grow up and get a real job."
"Ouch," was all Bobby could think of.
"My dad just thought you were acting a little careless," Kylee tried to make excuses for her dad. "After all, it's not like we can tell him what you actually do."
"She's got a point there, Dean," Bobby spoke up.
"You don't seem to have a problem with what I do," Dean rose his voice to Kylee. "Why the hell should I care what he thinks?"
"Because he's her father, Dean. Just settle down."
"Settle down?" Dean turned on Bobby. "I don't know how I am going to survive the weekend here. Do you at least have a lead on a hunt or a stockpile of things I can shoot at?"
"Dean, it will go fine," Kylee was trying her best.
"No," Dean said. "I really need to shoot something and I'd rather it wasn't your dad!"
Kylee shot him a look that could kill and slammed the door behind her as she stomped up to the house.
"Not good, Dean," Bobby shook his head. "Definitely not good."
***
There were no magic words to what Bobby said to Dean. He didn't have some insight that would make Dean see it through Kylee's father's eyes. He just talked Dean down, like he'd done since he was kid. By the time they were hauling bags in, Dean was in a better mood, less likely to just go off. As soon as they got inside, Dean pulled Kylee aside to apologize and Bobby looked at the rest of Kylee's family gathered around his kitchen table. Sam and Abby were still hiding in their room, so they weren't going to be any help. "So," Bobby was uncomfortable and felt in the middle, "anybody want to see some pictures?"