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Title: How You Ruin Me
Chapter Title: You Talk About a Lot of Stuff in Three Years
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Kat
Rating: OT
Character(s): Bobby Singer, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Pair(s): Bobby Singer/Sam Winchester
Genre: Non-Hunting Alternate Universe, Domestic, Season One Era
Warnings: Age Difference, Crossdressing, Estranged Brothers
Words: 634
Beta: Kiramaru7
Summary: Bobby tows Dean and the Impala back to his motel.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
The drive to the Impala was made in a weighty, angry silence. The hookup had gone much the same way and the drive to town didn’t look like it was going to be any different. It was going to be a long drive anyway, so, Bobby made a feeble attempt at small talk. “A ‘67 Impala, huh?”
“It was my dad’s.” Dean looked ahead, nodding a little.
“Ah.” Bobby closed his mouth in a tight line.
“…So, who the hell are you?” The younger man finally looked directly at Bobby and stared accusingly.
“The guy giving you a tow into town,” Bobby barked back.
“That guy got a name?”
“Everybody’s got a name.”
“Dude, I saw you kissing my baby brother and you seem to know who I am. You owe me a name.” Dean punctuated his statement by stabbing at the dash of the truck with his finger.
Bobby rolled his eyes. “Bobby, since you have to know so bad.”
“Well, Bobby, what the hell are you doing, kissing my brother?”
“Now, that is none of your business.”
“Hey, when it comes to Sam, everything’s my business!”
“Raise your voice in my truck again, boy, and I’m pushing you out of it while it’s still moving.” Bobby looked at his passenger a moment. “Besides, as far as I can tell, Sam doesn’t seem to consider it your business.”
Dean huffed as he really couldn’t argue with that and he was fairly certain this Bobby guy was serious about pushing him out of the truck. “So, how did you meet my brother anyway? It’s not like he’s good with a wrench.”
“He was working at a diner in town for a while and he has learned a few things.” Not that Bobby was going to let Sam work on anything unsupervised anytime soon or that Sam had any interest in doing so.
“So you just take the boy from the local diner home with you for the night or something?” Dean actually did kind of want to hear that is was a random one time hook up, but from what little other information he had, it was doubtful.
Bobby blinked a few times. It was more or less what had happened when you got right down to it. “Uh, yeah, kinda.” He had lost a touch of his bravado.
“Then how the hell did you know who I was?”
“You talk about a lot of stuff in three years.”
“Three…? But you just said…”
“Yeah, but he just kinda never left.” Bobby found it to be a little embarrassing, but really Sam had come home with him for what was supposed to be a one night stand and just never decided to leave. Frankly, they both liked it that way.
Dean shook his head a bit. This was becoming more information than he could wrap his head around.
The rest of the ride to Dean’s motel was made in silence.
Bobby came home to an empty house as predicted. He got a beer from the fridge and sat at his desk in the dark, refusing to let himself think about anything for now. Surprisingly, he was barely halfway through his second beer, before he heard the side door open. Sam walked in, looking weary, shaken, and hollow. He walked towards Bobby, dropping his backpack on the way. Bobby gladly accepted him when he sat on his lap. Sam buried his face in the crook of Bobby’s neck and Bobby just held him there, thankful he came home.
After a few moments of holding each other, Bobby murmured against Sam’s neck that it was getting late and they should head upstairs. He added a swat to the ass for good measure. With an arm wrapped tightly around his Sam, the two made their way upstairs.
Chapter Title: You Talk About a Lot of Stuff in Three Years
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Kat
Rating: OT
Character(s): Bobby Singer, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Pair(s): Bobby Singer/Sam Winchester
Genre: Non-Hunting Alternate Universe, Domestic, Season One Era
Warnings: Age Difference, Crossdressing, Estranged Brothers
Words: 634
Beta: Kiramaru7
Summary: Bobby tows Dean and the Impala back to his motel.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
The drive to the Impala was made in a weighty, angry silence. The hookup had gone much the same way and the drive to town didn’t look like it was going to be any different. It was going to be a long drive anyway, so, Bobby made a feeble attempt at small talk. “A ‘67 Impala, huh?”
“It was my dad’s.” Dean looked ahead, nodding a little.
“Ah.” Bobby closed his mouth in a tight line.
“…So, who the hell are you?” The younger man finally looked directly at Bobby and stared accusingly.
“The guy giving you a tow into town,” Bobby barked back.
“That guy got a name?”
“Everybody’s got a name.”
“Dude, I saw you kissing my baby brother and you seem to know who I am. You owe me a name.” Dean punctuated his statement by stabbing at the dash of the truck with his finger.
Bobby rolled his eyes. “Bobby, since you have to know so bad.”
“Well, Bobby, what the hell are you doing, kissing my brother?”
“Now, that is none of your business.”
“Hey, when it comes to Sam, everything’s my business!”
“Raise your voice in my truck again, boy, and I’m pushing you out of it while it’s still moving.” Bobby looked at his passenger a moment. “Besides, as far as I can tell, Sam doesn’t seem to consider it your business.”
Dean huffed as he really couldn’t argue with that and he was fairly certain this Bobby guy was serious about pushing him out of the truck. “So, how did you meet my brother anyway? It’s not like he’s good with a wrench.”
“He was working at a diner in town for a while and he has learned a few things.” Not that Bobby was going to let Sam work on anything unsupervised anytime soon or that Sam had any interest in doing so.
“So you just take the boy from the local diner home with you for the night or something?” Dean actually did kind of want to hear that is was a random one time hook up, but from what little other information he had, it was doubtful.
Bobby blinked a few times. It was more or less what had happened when you got right down to it. “Uh, yeah, kinda.” He had lost a touch of his bravado.
“Then how the hell did you know who I was?”
“You talk about a lot of stuff in three years.”
“Three…? But you just said…”
“Yeah, but he just kinda never left.” Bobby found it to be a little embarrassing, but really Sam had come home with him for what was supposed to be a one night stand and just never decided to leave. Frankly, they both liked it that way.
Dean shook his head a bit. This was becoming more information than he could wrap his head around.
The rest of the ride to Dean’s motel was made in silence.
Bobby came home to an empty house as predicted. He got a beer from the fridge and sat at his desk in the dark, refusing to let himself think about anything for now. Surprisingly, he was barely halfway through his second beer, before he heard the side door open. Sam walked in, looking weary, shaken, and hollow. He walked towards Bobby, dropping his backpack on the way. Bobby gladly accepted him when he sat on his lap. Sam buried his face in the crook of Bobby’s neck and Bobby just held him there, thankful he came home.
After a few moments of holding each other, Bobby murmured against Sam’s neck that it was getting late and they should head upstairs. He added a swat to the ass for good measure. With an arm wrapped tightly around his Sam, the two made their way upstairs.
