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Title: How You Ruin Me
Chapter Title: Pink Lemonade
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Kat
Rating: OT
Chars/Pairs: Bobby Singer/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Genre: Non-Hunting Alternate Universe, Domestic, Season One Era
Warnings: Age Difference, Crossdressing, Estranged Brothers
Word Count: 1339
Summary: Bobby and Sam are having a quiet evening at home when an unexpected guest arrives.
A/N: Thanks for pinking, Kira!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I do not make any money from this fanfic whatsoever.
Sam Winchester had lived a very unremarkable life. Well, as unremarkable as someone who was raised by their older brother, Dean, because their mother had died in a house fire when he was six months old and their father had become an oblivious drunk thereafter. Life went on as life does until it became impossible to ignore that little Sammy liked boys and to wear girl’s clothes on occasion. Dear Dean had done his best to keep the peace, but as these things do, it all came to a head one night when Sam was seventeen years old. His father gave him an ultimatum; he either stop cross-dressing and liking boys or leave. Sam left.
He did surprisingly well for a drop out with no money until his travels brought him to Sioux Falls, South Dakota two years later. He had managed to get a job waiting tables at a local diner. It worked out well, even if he still hadn’t found a place to live and the manager was letting him sleep in the back office, until one evening when some idiot decided to try and rob the place.
Now, Sam wasn’t a slouch when it came to defending himself. He’d had an extraordinary amount of practice at it, but the only patron in the diner that night sent the would-be robber limping away, before Sam had a chance to do so. The patron’s name was Bobby Singer. When the local papers later asked him why he put himself in danger like that, his only reply was that he couldn’t let anything happen to the only idgit in that place that ever got his order right.
Sam was rather smitten and a few months later he’d convinced Bobby to return the sentiment.
It wasn’t long before he was living and working at the Singer Salvage yard. They were a couple like any other. Bobby worked in the salvage yard. Sam kept the place reasonably clean and forced Bobby’s business practices into the twenty first century, as long as Sam was running the computer anyway. They argued over the health food Sam tried to force Bobby to eat and the pink lemonade that was the only thing Bobby would drink. Sam was fairly certain Bobby was spiking the stuff since he’d hidden the harder stuff on the advice of Bobby’s doctor. Bobby was fairly certain Sam didn’t have a clue as he kept letting him drink the stuff anyway. The evenings were spent quietly with only the noise from the TV or the whirring of Sam’s sewing machine to be heard, as long as they weren’t yelling or fucking, but that could be said of any couple.
There were of course some locals who had a problem with them. Some found that not only a gay couple, but one with a thirty three year age difference to be rather scandalous. But after three years, most tempers had cooled and people had learned to deal with the couple peacefully, even if some still couldn’t help, but subtly express their distaste.
The local sheriff thought they were adorable. Actually, what she said was that they were disgusting adorable, but Sam ignored the first part and Bobby rolled his eyes at him when Sam looked at him like a box of puppies over it.
And there our tale begins.
“What the hell is this, Sam?” Bobby poked an offensive green object on his plate that seemed to overtake his meal.
“It’s called asparagus. Just eat it.” Sam was hemming a dress he’d made earlier that morning to fit his tall lanky frame. During business hours it was flannel, jeans, and t-shirts, but nights and weekends his wardrobe had more variety. Honestly, Bobby would have let Sam wear any damn thing he wanted, whenever he wanted, but Sam had insisted it would make the customers more at ease, even if he was just answering the phones or working on the computer most of the time.
“Asparagus? Isn’t it bad enough you are making me eat a cold turkey burger by myself?”
“You’re the one that came in to eat dinner two hours late.” Sam went to get the pitcher of pink lemonade from the fridge, before Bobby had a chance to set his empty his empty glass on the table.
“I suppose I should just be grateful you got off the tofu kick.” Bobby bit into a stalk of asparagus violently.
“Would it make you feel better if I told you there was beer in the fridge?”
Bobby paused. “You brought home beer?” He was delighted and slightly worried.
“There is a River Monsters marathon on tonight… and I fixed the TV in the bedroom.”
“Did ya now?” Bobby was now more than delighted.
The moment was unfortunately ruined by a knock at the door.
“Who the hell could that be at this time of night?” Bobby made his way to the door, making sure he had his shot gun, before opening the door. Sam thought he was a paranoid bastard, but he liked that and it came in handy.
On the other side of the door, stood a tall young man in his mid-twenties. “Uh, hi. Look, I know it’s late, but my car broke down about two miles down the road…”
Bobby sighed. “Yeah, I’ll tow you in. What am I looking for?”
“A black 67 Impala.”
Sam moved towards the door thinking he was hearing a familiar voice. The “67 Impala” comment confirmed who it was, before he even got there. “Dean?”
“Sammy?” Dean looked shocked and a little relieved.
Sam continued his wide-eyed stare a few moments, before narrowing his eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“What the hell am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here? Do know how long I’ve been looking for you? You fell off the damn grid. I didn’t know what happened…” Dean’s amazement and relief at finally finding his brother, and by accident at that, was quickly replaced with all the worry and anger he’d been harboring the last five years.
Sam retreated into the house. Dean started to follow, but Bobby blocked him. “I ain’t a mind reader, but I got a feeling he don’t want to talk to you right now. If you back off now, I’ll still give you a tow into town, but if you walk into my house, I’m in my rights to put a load of buckshot in you.”
Dean paused. He was angry and confused, but at least he knew where Sam was hiding out. He could try again later. He gritted his teeth. “Do you even know who I am?”
“You’re his brother and you’ve got about five seconds, before that offer for a tow is off the table.”
Dean relented without a fight, as much as he wanted to just run in and grab Sammy, and take him home.
“Excuse me.” Bobby pulled the door closed as he turned to get his coat, never putting his shot gun down. He backed his way towards Sam. Dean watched from the crack in the door.
“Hey, I’ll be right back,” Bobby told the younger man softly. He leaned in to give him a gentle kiss. Under these circumstances, he might not normally have done so, but if the terrified look on Sam’s face was any indication, he might not still be there when he got back. Bobby would never have forgiven himself if he didn’t take his last chance.
Dean didn’t know what to do with what he had seen. The two men walked in silence to the tow truck. Bobby still had his shot gun handy.
Back at the house, Sam stood in the kitchen until he heard the tow truck grind its way out of the gravel driveway. He suddenly sprang into action, grabbing a backpack and shoving all his treasured possessions that would fit and food frantically from around the house. His only pause was the one he took to look back as he walked out the door.
Chapter Title: Pink Lemonade
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Kat
Rating: OT
Chars/Pairs: Bobby Singer/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Genre: Non-Hunting Alternate Universe, Domestic, Season One Era
Warnings: Age Difference, Crossdressing, Estranged Brothers
Word Count: 1339
Summary: Bobby and Sam are having a quiet evening at home when an unexpected guest arrives.
A/N: Thanks for pinking, Kira!
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I do not make any money from this fanfic whatsoever.
Sam Winchester had lived a very unremarkable life. Well, as unremarkable as someone who was raised by their older brother, Dean, because their mother had died in a house fire when he was six months old and their father had become an oblivious drunk thereafter. Life went on as life does until it became impossible to ignore that little Sammy liked boys and to wear girl’s clothes on occasion. Dear Dean had done his best to keep the peace, but as these things do, it all came to a head one night when Sam was seventeen years old. His father gave him an ultimatum; he either stop cross-dressing and liking boys or leave. Sam left.
He did surprisingly well for a drop out with no money until his travels brought him to Sioux Falls, South Dakota two years later. He had managed to get a job waiting tables at a local diner. It worked out well, even if he still hadn’t found a place to live and the manager was letting him sleep in the back office, until one evening when some idiot decided to try and rob the place.
Now, Sam wasn’t a slouch when it came to defending himself. He’d had an extraordinary amount of practice at it, but the only patron in the diner that night sent the would-be robber limping away, before Sam had a chance to do so. The patron’s name was Bobby Singer. When the local papers later asked him why he put himself in danger like that, his only reply was that he couldn’t let anything happen to the only idgit in that place that ever got his order right.
Sam was rather smitten and a few months later he’d convinced Bobby to return the sentiment.
It wasn’t long before he was living and working at the Singer Salvage yard. They were a couple like any other. Bobby worked in the salvage yard. Sam kept the place reasonably clean and forced Bobby’s business practices into the twenty first century, as long as Sam was running the computer anyway. They argued over the health food Sam tried to force Bobby to eat and the pink lemonade that was the only thing Bobby would drink. Sam was fairly certain Bobby was spiking the stuff since he’d hidden the harder stuff on the advice of Bobby’s doctor. Bobby was fairly certain Sam didn’t have a clue as he kept letting him drink the stuff anyway. The evenings were spent quietly with only the noise from the TV or the whirring of Sam’s sewing machine to be heard, as long as they weren’t yelling or fucking, but that could be said of any couple.
There were of course some locals who had a problem with them. Some found that not only a gay couple, but one with a thirty three year age difference to be rather scandalous. But after three years, most tempers had cooled and people had learned to deal with the couple peacefully, even if some still couldn’t help, but subtly express their distaste.
The local sheriff thought they were adorable. Actually, what she said was that they were disgusting adorable, but Sam ignored the first part and Bobby rolled his eyes at him when Sam looked at him like a box of puppies over it.
And there our tale begins.
“What the hell is this, Sam?” Bobby poked an offensive green object on his plate that seemed to overtake his meal.
“It’s called asparagus. Just eat it.” Sam was hemming a dress he’d made earlier that morning to fit his tall lanky frame. During business hours it was flannel, jeans, and t-shirts, but nights and weekends his wardrobe had more variety. Honestly, Bobby would have let Sam wear any damn thing he wanted, whenever he wanted, but Sam had insisted it would make the customers more at ease, even if he was just answering the phones or working on the computer most of the time.
“Asparagus? Isn’t it bad enough you are making me eat a cold turkey burger by myself?”
“You’re the one that came in to eat dinner two hours late.” Sam went to get the pitcher of pink lemonade from the fridge, before Bobby had a chance to set his empty his empty glass on the table.
“I suppose I should just be grateful you got off the tofu kick.” Bobby bit into a stalk of asparagus violently.
“Would it make you feel better if I told you there was beer in the fridge?”
Bobby paused. “You brought home beer?” He was delighted and slightly worried.
“There is a River Monsters marathon on tonight… and I fixed the TV in the bedroom.”
“Did ya now?” Bobby was now more than delighted.
The moment was unfortunately ruined by a knock at the door.
“Who the hell could that be at this time of night?” Bobby made his way to the door, making sure he had his shot gun, before opening the door. Sam thought he was a paranoid bastard, but he liked that and it came in handy.
On the other side of the door, stood a tall young man in his mid-twenties. “Uh, hi. Look, I know it’s late, but my car broke down about two miles down the road…”
Bobby sighed. “Yeah, I’ll tow you in. What am I looking for?”
“A black 67 Impala.”
Sam moved towards the door thinking he was hearing a familiar voice. The “67 Impala” comment confirmed who it was, before he even got there. “Dean?”
“Sammy?” Dean looked shocked and a little relieved.
Sam continued his wide-eyed stare a few moments, before narrowing his eyes. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“What the hell am I doing here? What the hell are you doing here? Do know how long I’ve been looking for you? You fell off the damn grid. I didn’t know what happened…” Dean’s amazement and relief at finally finding his brother, and by accident at that, was quickly replaced with all the worry and anger he’d been harboring the last five years.
Sam retreated into the house. Dean started to follow, but Bobby blocked him. “I ain’t a mind reader, but I got a feeling he don’t want to talk to you right now. If you back off now, I’ll still give you a tow into town, but if you walk into my house, I’m in my rights to put a load of buckshot in you.”
Dean paused. He was angry and confused, but at least he knew where Sam was hiding out. He could try again later. He gritted his teeth. “Do you even know who I am?”
“You’re his brother and you’ve got about five seconds, before that offer for a tow is off the table.”
Dean relented without a fight, as much as he wanted to just run in and grab Sammy, and take him home.
“Excuse me.” Bobby pulled the door closed as he turned to get his coat, never putting his shot gun down. He backed his way towards Sam. Dean watched from the crack in the door.
“Hey, I’ll be right back,” Bobby told the younger man softly. He leaned in to give him a gentle kiss. Under these circumstances, he might not normally have done so, but if the terrified look on Sam’s face was any indication, he might not still be there when he got back. Bobby would never have forgiven himself if he didn’t take his last chance.
Dean didn’t know what to do with what he had seen. The two men walked in silence to the tow truck. Bobby still had his shot gun handy.
Back at the house, Sam stood in the kitchen until he heard the tow truck grind its way out of the gravel driveway. He suddenly sprang into action, grabbing a backpack and shoving all his treasured possessions that would fit and food frantically from around the house. His only pause was the one he took to look back as he walked out the door.
