Winchester Love Part 15C
Title: Winchester Love Part 15C Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I just wish I did. Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #94-independence. Thanksgiving weekend is stressful. Dean and Richard don't see eye to eye.
It was a bad weekend. Bobby did his best to smooth things over, but Dean and Richard were like oil and water. Nancy, Anne and Hannah seemed to enjoy themselves. They were going over the wedding details with Kylee and Abby. Abby had opened up and was a very charming lady, but even she wasn’t going anywhere near the Dean and Richard struggle.
“Richard,” Bobby said as he grabbed a cup of coffee, “want to take a walk with me? I’ll show you the property.”
“Sure,” Richard wasn’t going to be rude. “I’ll just grab my jacket.”
The two men walked out into the bright sunshine. The air was crisp, but still comfortable. “I’ve known the boys almost all their lives,” Bobby told Richard. “You couldn’t ask for better boys. And that Dean, he sure loves Kylee.”
“He just doesn’t seem grown up,” Richard replied. “I want Kylee to be married to someone who can provide for her and make a good life for her.”
“If Dean ever thought Kylee was going without, he’d find a way to provide,” Bobby thought for a moment. “And Kylee seems determined to make a good life for the two of them. Dean comes from a different world than you do. His dad provided as best he could, but Dean pretty much raised Sam. He’s learned from the school of hard knocks.”
“But no one will even tell me what he does for work,” Richard said. “That shouldn’t be such a hard question to answer.”
“What is more important,” Bobby asked, “what he does to make a living or the fact that he loves your daughter?”
Richard was silent.
“Were you automatically able to provide your wife with all she wanted when you got married?”
“No,” Richard replied. “I was still in college.”
“See? And you two didn’t turn out so bad,” Bobby just kept walking and pointed out odds and ends in the scrap yard.
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“I wish you could get along better with my dad,” Kylee whispered to Dean. She had sneaked down to where Dean was banished to sleeping Bobby’s dreaded couch.
“I’m trying,” Dean confessed. “I really wish we did get along better. We’re just two totally different men.”
“Not totally different,” Kylee corrected him. “I love you both.”
Dean sighed. “What do you want me to do?”
“Drive under the speed limit on the way home?”
“That I can do,” Dean answered.
“Try to be nice to him?”
“Hey, I’m sleeping on the friggin’ couch, aren’t I? Just because he doesn’t want me sleeping in the same bed with you, never mind that we do that every night at home. I’d call that being very considerate of him. I couldn’t be any nicer.”
“Okay, okay,” Kylee gave him a kiss goodnight.
“What are you going to do if push comes to shove?” Dean asked her. “Our differences, I don’t see them changing anytime soon. Are you going to marry me or will your dad convince you not to?”
“I’m an independent woman,” Kylee told Dean. “I make up my own mind. I don’t always listen to you, and I’m gonna marry you. What makes you think I’d change my mind about our wedding just because my dad wants me to?”
“I don’t know,” Dean sighed. “This weekend just has my head spinning. Then again, it could be the lack of sleep I’ve been getting on the couch.”
“My dad will come around,” Kylee pulled Dean close. “Just give him time.”
“So will it be before or after our silver anniversary?” Dean’s face was so close to Kylee’s.
“Probably after,” Kylee laughed and Dean loved that sound. “But I can live with that.”
“Then, so can I,” Dean kissed her, glad that she had her independent streak.
Someone cleared their throat in the dark doorway. “It’s just me,” Bobby said, “but you might want to head upstairs, Kylee. I can hear some movement upstairs and I’d hate for them to check on you and find you here.”
“Thanks, Bobby,” Kylee kissed Dean one more time before disappearing upstairs.
“Bobby?” Dean sighed, unsure if Bobby was still there.
“Yeah, Dean.”
“Is her dad ever going to accept me?”
“Don’t know,” Bobby replied. “It would be nice, but it doesn’t really matter. It ain’t him you’re marrying.”
Dean laughed a little before trying to find a comfortable spot to sleep in.