Kiss My Eyes and Lay Me to Sleep (disassociate) wrote in spn_fic, @ 2007-12-22 16:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: disassociate, ch: bobby, ch: ellen, length: one-shot (1000 or more words), pairing: bobby/ellen, rating: pg-13 (frt), type: het |
Supernatural: Bobby Singer/Ellen Harvelle
Title: Time apart.
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing: Bobby/Ellen
Word Count: 1,005
Disclaimer: Belong to Kripke, not mine.
A/N: --
Bobby hadn't heard from Ellen for nearing two weeks. She had gone to check in on Jo if she could find the girl. Now it wasn't anything new that he didn't hear from the woman on a regular basis. Neither of them were the have to call everyday types. It was the same when Bobby went out on his hunting escapades to help out the Winchester boys. Though two weeks was stretching it and yes Bobby SInger was beginning to pace back and forth in worry. He hadn't been home when she decided to go and he really wished he was. He'd be there with her and he'd know she was alright. They weren't the normal settling down types. He was in love with her and she with him, but there would be no marriage. Least Bobby wasn't thinking about it. Why? Because he had way too much respect for William Harvelle to take that name away from Ellen and replace it. He hadn't even meant to fall for her, just keep her safe after the Roadhouse burned down.
When his phone rang he ran for it and answered it quickly. He was silently praying that he'd hear that deep feminine voice on the other end. The voice that would tell him she was alright.
"Singer."
"Hey Bobby. Any word from Ellen?"
Bobby was glad there was no one there to see his face fall at hearing not Ellen on the other end of the line but Dean Winchester. Oh he was glad to hear from Dean who had gotten into the habit of calling to check in with his Uncle Bobby. Just letting him know that both he and Sam were safe. He was good at masking the disappointment in his voice. He wouldn't let them know he was worried.
"No Dean. Sure she's okay though it is Ellen."
"Yeah Bobby I know." There was a bit of a silence then. "You holding up okay Bobby?"
"Why wouldn't I be Dean?"
"Come on Bobby I know you better then you think. You are worried."
"She'll call Dean." It was all he said he wouldn't confirm or deny what Dean had said. "How are you boys?"
"We are good. Just checking in. I'll let you go in case she tries to call."
"Take care of yourself and your brother Dean."
He hung up. He'd never admit out loud he cared for those two boys like they were his own family. Though he knew Dean knew after the whole bringing Sam back. Dean got to see a glimpse into it when Bobby had nothing more he could say. He leaned back and stared at the phone for a bit as if trying to will it to ring and be Ellen. He sighed giving in and went to the fridge and grabbed a cold beer. God he hoped Ellen was alright and that nothing happened to her, or the baby. He wouldn't sleep not until he heard from Ellen. So he told himself. He near made it until his eyelids got so heavy they near slammed shut on him.
Ellen came in and stopped leaning in the doorway and smiled at him asleep in his choir still holding into a quarter full warm beer. She took it from him and covered him up kissing him gently before heading to sleep herself. She'd explain in the morning as she crawled into bed. Sometime in the night Bobby had awoken and found her and curled into the bed with her and pulled her close before drifting back off. Ellen snuggled back into him then enjoying feeling him next to her again. Next morning she'd wake up to Bobby cooking up some eggs and bacon. SHe slipped out of bed and walked out to the kitchen watching him.
"When did you become domesticated Singer?"
"Shut it Harvelle. How the hell do you think I eat?"
"Order out?"
"Too damn expensive. I can cook might as well do it. Now sit down and eat."
She smirked and went and sat down and waited. They were always like this to look at them, you couldn't tell they were a couple. They squabbled and teased each other like nothing more then good friends or people that just tolerated each other. Then again neither were into the whole lovey dovey hand holding crap. They just liked keeping things private those close to them knew they were together and that was good enough for them.
"Sorry I didn't call Bobby."
"It's okay Ellen. Not like you have to check in or nothing."
"Bobby stop it. I know you were worried."
"Maybe a little." He didn't look at her when he said it.
She smiled then and walked over kissing him. "Still sorry. Got caught up. Everything is okay though."
"That's good Ellen. I am glad to see you are alright though."
"Always am."
He chuckled and sat down and looking like a domestic little couple they sat and ate breakfast together and shot the shit. She told him about things she saw and he told her about his hunts. Like a couple asking how the other's work was going. She was thinking of opening another bar and Bobby mentally told himself he'd help her anyway he could. Ellen washed the dishes since he cooked. It was moments like this they looked like a happily married couple. Looks were deceiving as they were anything but normal. Though both thought it was nice to have the look and feel they were at times, but neither would ever openly admit it. Not who they were. Bobby wrapped his arms around her then and kissed her gently and they went and laid back down cuddled together.
She took in that smell of sweat and grease that was Bobby, that was hers. He smiled as she rested her head against his chest. No words were spoken, then again none were needed. It was their way of saying I missed you and I love you all wrapped into one little activity.