nebabies (nebabies) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-04-13 16:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !completed gdoc, !log, [plot] future kids take 4, ~25 points, ~~dean winchester (boundtothehunt), ~~pamela barnes (eyeingmyrack) |
Who: Pamela Barnes and Bobby Winchester
What: SURPRISE MOM
When: Thursday morning
Where: Pamela’s house
Warnings: none
Status: Closed/Complete
The first thing Bobby noticed when he woke up on the couch, not an uncommon place for him to have passed out and been left, was that neither of his parents had thrown a blanket over him or anything. They usually did that. So that was weird. Next he realized he wasn’t even in his own house. This was Uncle Sam’s place.
Sitting up, he frowned, looking around. He’d lived in Madison Valley his whole life, he knew how things went, but this was weirder than usual.
Hopping to his feet, pulling down his tshirt a little and his jeans up, he coughed twice and went to the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee first before heading upstairs to find his mom. He knew where her room had been before she’d moved into dad’s house, where she still slept when they fought and she left for the night. A lot more often than Bobby wanted to admit to anyone. His parents were seriously dysfunctional.
A few sharp knocks on the door and he opened it, poking his head inside. “Mom?”
***
Things were just beginning to settle into something that passed for normal in this screwed up town. Which meant Pamela had been out the night before, drinking and doing what she did. It was only luck that there hadn’t been a who involved in that equation and she was alone in the bed this morning.
That wasn’t to say she wasn’t hungover as hell so the knock on the door made her grumble, but that word made her frown. “...dammit Star toldja t’stop callin’ me-” Then it sunk in that the voice was male, not the chipper decidedly feminine voice of the weirdo Adam took in.
Pamela sat bolt upright with blind eyes going wide. The blankets fell to reveal her in her usual state of undress as she opened her senses to figure out who the hell was calling her mom. What the spirits were saying made absolutely no sense.
***
“UGH!” Bobby groaned, covering his eyes. “Mom! Get dressed! Jesus!”
Really, he should have anticipated that. His parents both had something against pyjamas, and as a result, so did he. But where they tended to strip down to almost nothing or actually nothing, Bobby tended to just pass out fully clothed. He was a busy kid, didn’t have time for changing just to sleep.
Usually, though, his mom had the sense to keep herself covered when he woke her up. Something really was unusual.
***
The spirits were rapidly filling in some very big blanks in Pamela’s ear, but she was having a hard time grasping onto the concept. Still, this was a kid and she’d screwed up enough with Star so for now she was taking the spirits’ lead.
“Knock next time.” She grumbled back as she scrubbed at her face. After a heavy sigh she reached over the side of the bed to fumble for a shirt. Gotta wake up...figure out what’s going on. “Give me a hand here uh…” Bobby the spirits supplied helpfully. “...Bobby?” The implications of that name helped wake Pamela up a little more.
***
“I did,” Bobby grumbled right back. “You don’t even need help.”
He knew his mother was completely capable of functioning on her own. She wasn’t just any blind chick. She had senses like other people didn’t and weird universe whispers or whatever to do all the work for her. With all that, she could basically see.
Still, he did as he was asked, going and finding her shirt for her, tossing it toward her.
“So what happened? Did you and Dad get into it again?”
***
“Don’t be a smartass.” All though any kid of hers was bound to take after her in that department, but it just kind of fell out of her mouth. Pamela caught the shirt, proving the point that she didn’t need help, then pulled it over her head. “Close your eyes if you don’t want a show, kiddo.” Because all she was wearing for pants was a black lace thong. After the warning, she got up from the bed to find her jeans.
Ok...dad...who’s dad? Dean Pamela paused at that answer then almost burst out laughing. Of course. “Kid, we need to have a long talk with your dad. Let’s put it that way.”
And the sooner the better, which meant she grabbed up her phone. “Is there coffee downstairs?”
***
Bobby turned his back while she put pants on, kicking at the door lightly while he waited. “Duh.”
Of course there was coffee. He wasn’t dumb. Neither of his parents were any use without it, and he was absolutely capable of doing it for everyone if it meant getting them going. One of these years he was just going to start drinking it himself if they couldn’t get themselves together. He definitely wasn’t old enough yet, though, and would be in a ton of trouble if he tried. That was probably the one parenting thing his folks were good at.
Casting a glance back to make sure his mom was dressed and coming, he headed back downstairs. “What’d Dad do this time?”
Usually he’d at least know something had happened if he was being carted off to Sam’s place. It was weird that he didn’t.
***
He made you? No saying that. No, that would be bad. Pamela caught up with her apparent spawn as she gave the vocal instructions to her phone to call Dean. “Don’t worry about it,” she said to Bobby. “But I like that you understand it’s always your dad’s fault.” Because that will always be true.
Pamela got that smile on her face that just shouldn’t be trusted as she waited for Dean to pick up.
***
Bobby just shrugged, making his way to the kitchen, knowing his mom was following him. At least they’d get some answers.
He didn’t even care what she was smiling about, figuring she was just calling Dad up to lay into him, figuring that was none of his business. They’d work it out, always did. Or rather, his dad always apologised or at least made it up to Mom somehow. Bobby never asked for details, knew well enough that he didn’t want them. He was just going to let them do their thing and help himself to Uncle Sam’s food.
On the phone, Dean answered the phone relatively quickly, sounding more awake than he normally would be this time of day, and with the voice of another kid singing some Kansas song in the background. “Hey. Little early for a booty call.”
***
God, could this kid be anymore her and Dean? The sullen independence was almost scary accurate. The spirits were amused, and Pamela couldn’t help but wonder if he got anything from her and could sense them.
That went out of her head as soon as she heard Dean answer, however. She put the phone on speaker so Bobby could hear. “Oh, you may never get one of those again, hero.” She set the phone on the counter so she could get some coffee while she did this. “Say hi to your dad, Bobby.”
***
Bobby didn’t even bother looking toward the phone. “Why?”
On the other end, Dean was silent for a moment, then sighed deeply. Yep. This happened. It had happened. He’d seen it before. But that had been a long time ago, now, he’d held out hope for it not happening again.
“Awesome.” His tone made it sound like it was anything but. “That’s two on my end. How many have you got over there?”
Knowing Pamela the way he did, he’d be more surprised if she didn’t end up with kids with half the dudes in town.
***
“Because I said so, that’s why.” For someone who never wanted to be a mom she had the reasoning down pretty well.
To Dean she snorted. “Just the one, but I’m pretty sure he needs some explanations and since he’s half yours I think you should be part of this fun.”
***
“I hate you,” Dean said, obviously not meaning it but in the moment, yeah, kind of meaning it. “Do you even know what’s going on? I’ve been around the block in this place a couple of times but you….”
“Hold the phone,” Bobby piped up. “That’s why we’re here? Weird town stuff?” Of course he was used to weird town stuff. He’d only lived here for his whole life. And, a lot like his father, he was smarter than anyone gave him credit for, smarter than he acted. “Do you guys not even know me yet?”
That seemed pretty reasonable.
***
Pamela almost dropped her coffee. Almost. Right now it was as precious as whisky to her and one did not abuse the beverage one was relying upon.
“Okay maybe I need someone to explain shit to me,” she said then turned to look at Bobby. “You know about weird town stuff?” Because that would make this a whole lot easier. “And what you do you mean yet? Are you saying you’re some future kid of ours?”
***
“Surprise,” Dean’s deadpan over the phone did little to cover his amusement.
Bobby just groaned. “Man. Of course I know about weird town stuff. I live here.” And he wasn’t stupid. “I heard about kids time travelling back before they were born but….”
It had never happened to him.
“Sorry kid,” Dean contributed. “That’s where we’re at. This shit happens sometimes, Pamela. Kids from some kind of future showing up.” Not always a future that was likely, or even possible, but some kind of future where things had been different.
***
Something Bobby had said clicked in Pamela’s head. “And me and your dad are….” Married, but apparently she came back here when she and Dean got into fights. Pamela snorted. “You heard him being a smartass to your mother. Bet I come back here a lot, huh.”
She sighed then took a drink of her coffee. This poor kid had a shit life with her as a mom let alone Dean as a dad. “All right. Guess I’m taking time off work. Dean, when you get a chance get over here or let me know when’s a good time to come there with mini-you.”
***
Married only in the most technical terms, Bobby would probably say. His parents were definitely together but definitely didn’t act like anyone else’s married parents. He didn’t really know what their problems were, but he did know there were a lot of them.
He gave a small, barking laugh. “Like once a week usually.” Just usually she didn’t bring him along, which was why he’d been confused at first. Usually she left him at home, and that meant she was coming back in the morning. If she took him with him, it was bad. He’d never been taken without knowing he was going. “You guys have always been like that.”
It wasn’t anything he worried about. It was just how his family was.
“I’ll pack up the other mini-me and come to you,” Dean said. “Just as soon as I track down Sara.” Sara, who should know he had her kid with him.
***
“Do me a favor and pick up some kid friendly supplies on your way.” Pamela turned her blind eyes to her son, gave him a smirk and an arched brow. “No sugar cereals. I don’t need a hummingbird driving me to drink. I don’t need the excuse.”
This was going to be a very long, but very interesting week.
***
Bobby looked back, innocent, a chunk of cheese he’d found in the fridge halfway into his mouth already.
“You should probably just bring beer!” he called into the phone, drawing a laugh out of Dean.
“Yeah, okay. Kid stuff for that idiot and beer for us. Sounds like we’re going to need it. Let me know if any more show up?” He was pretty much assuming they would. Pamela was...Pamela and her roommates weren’t much harder to get than she was. If this place was smart, they’d have a freaking hockey team or something.
***
Pamela laughed as she made a swipe at Bobby’s head, then laughed more as he expertly ducked it. “Our kid should not know us this well!” The swipe turned into a ruffle of the kid’s hair.
“See you soon, hero.” She hung up the phone then sat down at the table with her son. SO weird!
“All right, kid.” She leaned on the table. “We’ll see what we can do about making this as easy as possible.”
***
“I’m cool,” Bobby shrugged, joining her, leaning the best he could too. He wasn’t quite tall enough to do it well yet. “I time travelled. It happens.”
He knew that kind of thing even happened back in his parents’ world. At least there were, probably, no douchebag angels involved in this one.
“If you want to know stuff, ask it.” And don’t pretend it was about making it easy on him. His parents had never made anything easy.
***
This kid was older than his years. Geez. Nothing was easy for anyone associated with them. Hadn’t they learned anything? If Pamela had kids she at least hoped they had it easier than she had. Obviously not.
“All right,” she said thoughtfully. “What’s your favorite thing to do?” She didn’t want to know about a future with Dean. She didn’t want to know about a future with anyone. She’d rather find out for herself without influence, thanks.
***
Bobby was really glad she didn’t ask about her own future. He’d have told her, because she was his mom, that sounded stupid risky.
“I dunno. Video games? I like the shooter ones.” Sometimes his dad or his uncle would play with him. They always completely kicked his ass, and laughed and said it was just their day job. That wasn’t even true; their day jobs were boring and didn’t involve guns.
***
“Not surprising,” Pamela said. Bobby was his daddy’s son after all. She was just surprised he hadn’t answered that he liked shooting real guns. She’d been prepared for that.
“Well, obviously I don’t have a game system.” She wrinkled her nose. “So how about after breakfast your dad and I take you to Walmart to get one?” And clothes because wow she so didn’t have anything for him to wear.
***
Surprisingly, Bobby hadn’t been handed a real gun yet. The one thing his dad was really strict about was that. No guns for him, no learning how to hunt. Period. Bobby knew enough about monsters to stay safe and call for help, but his dad refused to let him do anything about them.
“Yeah? Cool.” The kid actually perked up a little at that. It wasn’t often that his parents wanted to take him out for something like that. He was well cared for, sure, had everything he wanted, but going out as a family didn’t happen much.
***
No. Life with Dean and Pamela married to each other most definitely did not include Halmark Family Moments, no doubt, but in this case it was necessary. And Pamela was not going to pay for all of this herself, damn it! But a game system was a good idea. It would help keep Bobby busy. PS4, the ultimate babysitter.
“You’ll have to share with the rest of the people in house, no doubt. Your Uncle Sam for sure.” And it would be cute as hell to see the big lug on the floor next to this kid playing video games.
***
“That’s cool. We hang sometimes anyway.”
A lot of the time. When his parents were fighting or when they weren’t fighting and wanted some time alone, or just because Bobby wanted to. He and his uncle were pretty tight.
After a beat, he realized. “Hey, if I time travelled does that mean you still live here and no at our house?”
***
“Yeah, kiddo,” Pamela said with an apologetic smile. “Sorry. I don’t even know what house you’re talking about. And your dad and I? We aren’t exactly together.”
She saw no point in lying. She wasn’t sure she should include that she kind of...spread her affection...to more than a few guys in town. That was when she realized she’d have to curtail her usual interests and sighed.
***
“Huh.” That was weird. As far as Bobby knew, his parents had always been kind of together. They might’ve been really bad at it for a while, a long time before he’d been born, and maybe sometimes they still kind of were, that fell right under the umbrella of crap he really didn’t want to know, but he’d never heard of them not being together.
“That’s weird. Does Dad not have a place? Where he used to live with Aunt Sara?” Apparently, again as far as he knew, his mom and aunt had just sort of switched homes. It was a frequent joke among the adults that they’d picked the wrong brothers, that it would’ve saved everyone moving.
***
Aunt Sara. Heh. With what she knew from Sammy about that stupid crap around Valentine’s Day he probably wouldn’t want to hear her called that. Pamela smiled with a small wrinkle of his nose. “Yeah, he still lives there. You could go over there if you’d rather be with him, but you’re welcome to stay here.”
Oddly, she kind of wanted him to stay here with her. He seemed like a neat kid, and part of her wanted to get to know him better. Pamela couldn’t actually see a future where she had a kid. Until now that was fine by her. Now she wasn’t so sure.
***
“Nah, it’s cool here.” Honestly, his dad was kind of a dick sometimes. A good dad, yeah, but not always a good person. His mom was on the same kind of page, but she was a dick at least a third as often as dad was. “Besides I heard he’s always got a lot of kids when time travel happens.”
Because it was never just time travel, and Bobby was acquainted with Madison Valley to know that. It was always time travel and someone from some maybe future and someone from some never future. He kind of hoped he was the one from the real future this time.
Maybe that was why he’d never done it before. It could happen. Maybe.
***
Pamela smiled again. She liked this kid. Hard to believe he was hers. Or Dean’s. Some part of her would be okay if Bobby was her actual future, and maybe with this experience she could do better by him than how it seemed he’s had it.
“Why am I not surprised to hear your dad has a bunch of spawns running around?” She chuckled. “All, right. You finish up here. I’ll pull myself together then when your dad gets here we’ll head to Wally World.”
***
Bobby just shrugged. He didn’t know why she wasn’t surprised, why no one was ever surprised. He was pretty grown up for his age, but he was still just a kid. If his parents were good at anything, it was making sure he had a chance to just be a kid. Or they tried their best anyway.
“Yeah. Okay.”
***