Winchester Love Part 18E
Title: Winchester Love Part 18 E Author: myguys_sam_dean Rating: R Characters: Sam/Abby, Dean/Kylee, Bobby Disclaimer: I don't own the boys. I wish I did. Summary: Written for fanfic100 prompt #95-New Year's. The five spend New Year's at Bobby's.
On New Year’s Eve, Dean and Kylee were back at Bobby’s. The five of them watched the ball drop and had a couple beers. Hugs and kisses were all around at the stroke of midnight. Everyone was happy and safe. Bobby knew that this year was going to be a good one. A good one for everyone.
Bobby asked the boys if they ever remembered New Year’s at his house. Sam remembered staying until New Year’s if they came for Christmas. Dean remembered coming to Bobby’s in December and leaving in January, just in time to get back to school. They remembered having their favorite foods all at the same time, so they had known it was a special night. They never remembered seeing the ball drop, though.
“We had to put you to bed early,” Bobby explained. “When someone is unhappy or has regrets, New Year’s marks the pass of another piece of time. Your dad was so happy and proud of you boys, but you also reminded him of his greatest loss, Mary. Some of Sam’s sensitivities or Dean’s eyes, even more things reminded John of Mary as it got closer to the holidays. He’d be downright miserable without her. He always knew I would make sure you two got to bed and stayed there instead of seeing how bad it got on New Year’s Eve.”
“How bad did it get, Bobby?” Dean’s voice was soft.
“He cried like his heart was getting torn out of him,” Bobby remembered. “He was ashamed that he couldn’t save her, he couldn’t kill the demon that murdered her, and he couldn’t give you boys the life that he thought you deserved. I would tell him that if there was anyway Mary could have been saved, he would have been the one to find it. After all, he was a damn good Marine, and quick on his feet.
Same went for the demon. He hunted for that thing so long and so hard. If anyone could have found it, he would have. He would just shake his head and give up on wiping the tears. It didn’t matter if he wiped them away, there were too many left to cry.
His biggest regret was how he had to train you boys. He’d wanted you to play ball on the weekends, not hunt creatures that weren’t supposed to exist. But, he was a smart man. He knew that if the demon came for Sammy once, it could come again. He needed you to be trained. To be able to protect yourselves from this world and the other. He’d wanted to be able to be softer toward you and less like a drill sergeant, but he was a marine. After Mary passed, he also lost most of his ability to express feelings.”
“Why didn’t he tell us?” Sam was starting to tear up. Abby was right next to him, holding his hand.
“See this is what I didn’t want to happen,” Bobby said. “I didn’t want to go getting you guys all depressed the last night that you were here. You might not want to come back again.” Bobby tried to chuckle. “But to answer your question, John couldn’t tell you that he felt he was a failure. You thought he was a hero. He didn’t want to tarnish that image you had of him. But, around me it didn’t matter. My whole family was gone. I was hurting, too. We both drank too much but I let him drink more so that I could keep you boys upstairs and John could have his night to grieve.”
“Thanks for doing that for him, Bobby,” Dean spoke up. “He had to have an outlet or he would have lost it. He was lucky to have a friend like you.”
“You have it backwards, Dean. I was lucky to have known him. He brought not only himself but also you boys into my life. This house had a little of the family feeling like it used to have when you were here.”
“We’re always going to be coming back,” Sam promised. “You can’t get rid of us that easily.”
“We’ll always need a place to get grounded,” Dean added. “This is where we regroup, recharge, whatever you want to call it. You’re the one that helps us do that.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Bobby said. “And I think we’re all going to have a wonderful year.”
Everyone agreed and there was another round of hugs before bed.
“Bobby,” Sam lagged behind the rest. “Want some company?”
“No, I’m fine,” he said when he clearly wasn’t. “It’s just old man issues and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about them.”
“Still, I think I’ll stay,” Sam made himself comfortable on the couch. “Just for a little while.”
Abby had heard Sam and Bobby, so she went off to get ready for bed, knowing that Sam would take care of Bobby, just like he took care of her.
When Bobby had consumed enough to make him extra tired, he fell asleep in his chair, snoring loudly. Sam pulled the afghan up over Bobby. He went to get another blanket and covered him with that, too. As he tucked it under Bobby’s chin, Sam kissed his forehead, “Goodnight, Bobby. Happy New Year.”