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Title: How You Ruin Me
Chapter Title: He Wasn't What I Expected
Verse: How You Ruin Me
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Kat
Rating: OT
Character(s): Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Pair(s): Bobby Singer/Sam Winchester
Genre: Non-Hunting Alternate Universe, Domestic, Season One Era
Warnings: Age Difference, Crossdressing, Estranged Brothers
Words: 1093
Beta: Kiramaru7
Summary: Bobby takes Sam out for breakfast.
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 next morning Sam tried to stretch, but was hindered by a tight arm around his waist and a naked Bobby pressed up against his bareback. The older man was snoring softly on his shoulder. Sam thought he should be a little insulted that he was that concerned he’d run out in the night, but it felt nice, like he belonged. He squirmed around to face Bobby and threaded his fingers through the man’s thinning auburn hair until he stirred.
“You know, I am going to have to kick you out of bed if I am going to get the sheets changed before breakfast.”
Bobby groaned. “Let’s go into town today.”
“But it’s a work day.” Sam smiled.
“Only if I say it is.” Bobby rolled on top of Sam and kissed him playfully.
“But what on earth will people do without you?” Sam replied with mock concern.
“There’s a two dollar a bag book sale at the thrift store where you get to bring your own bag today. Do you want to go or do you want to be a smart ass and stay here to answer the phones?”
“I think the big canvas bags are in the laundry room.”
“Shower?”
Sam smirked. “With you? Always.”
“Yeah? You wait until I’m some old duffer with a hunched back and no teeth and see how you feel about it,” Bobby retorted as he dragged Sam to the bathroom.
“No teeth has its advantages you know,” was the last thing that could be heard, before the water came on.
After the shower, Bobby busied himself with changing the sheets, before Sam could get to them. The younger man tried to argue with him about doing it, but Bobby’s stubbornness won out. Sam could only sigh and start to get dressed. He stretched a thin pink woman’s yoga tank with an elaborate om symbol on it over his frame and threw on some jeans. He made quite a sight crawling around on the floor, looking for his favorite platform flip flops. He was fairly certain Bobby took the time to hide them in the back of the closet so he could watch him look for them. The fact that Bobby was paused mid pulling on his grey t-shirt, staring, when he emerged only strengthened his argument.
“Like what you see?”
“I don’t know why the hell you think you need to be any taller,” Bobby responded gruffly while he finished dressing.
Sam rolled his eyes. “So what do you want for breakfast?”
“To go out.”
Now, Sam knew something was up. “Bobby what are you up to?”
“Can’t a guy take his… Can’t I just take you for a day out and around town without you getting all analytical on me?” They were not really good at labels.
Sam decided to back off since it was obvious that Bobby was going out of his way to give him a nice day out. “Let’s go to the place with the waffles with the strawberries and whipped cream on them.”
“Sounds good to me.” Bobby grinned and ushered Sam towards the door.
They paused to put on their coats and Bobby mentally noted that he’d never cared that Sam liked to wear women’s clothing, but he wondered when he stopped caring that he seemed to be living with a hippy.
Unbeknownst to the happy couple, Dean had managed to fix up his baby in the hotel parking lot and was having breakfast at the very diner they walked into. The mechanic spotted them first and kept out of view as he watched them sit down. He had been trying to figure out his next move to see Sam. After five years, he had been beginning to doubt if he ever would find his brother. Now that he had, he just couldn’t up and leave, but clearly that Bobby person was not to be taken lightly. He would have to do some recon.
They took a booth that was in a spot Dean could watch from behind his newspaper. He listened to their conversation. Sam ordered waffles with strawberries and whipped cream while Bobby ordered a heart attack on a plate, for which Sam was currently glaring at him.
“A few pieces of bacon every once in a while ain’t gonna kill me, Sam.”
“Bobby, the doctor said…”
“To take it easy. I was there too, Sam.”
Sam huffed and put on a bitch face of epic proportions.
Bobby sighed and leaned in close. “If you’re that concerned about it, you can help me work it off later.” His face was a bit pink.
Dean really hoped he misheard that.
Sam played with his napkin a minute, before working up the nerve to ask what happened last night.
Bobby played with his coffee cup. “It was just a tow, Sam. I picked up his car and dropped it, and him, at a cheap hotel. End of story. He wasn’t what I was expecting though.”
“What do you mean?”
“I dunno. I mean I had this image in my head of this…” Bobby waved his hand a bit. “Asshole that helped drive you away. I mean they never call. You barely talk about either of them unless you’re in the middle of some kind of episode. Seriously, you were pretty damn young when I met you and had been on your own awhile already. And last night, I meet this cocky punk that clearly gives a damn about you.”
Sam set his jaw and looked away.
“Look, kid. You don’t ever have to tell me anything, but I don’t think he’s going away and I think I got some kind of a right to know why I might end up shooting some guy for breaking into my house in the middle of the night.” It was almost a joke. Bobby lightly cupped Sam’s hand in his own. It was a big move for him in public.
Sam looked around in a pained and morose expression. It was something he had a talent for.
Bobby sighed. “Sam, I don’t know if he’s had some kind of Dr. Phil epiphany and got over whatever his hang up was about you or if he wants or needs something, but he’s definitely got some bug up his butt when it comes to you. I’ll do or be… whatever it is you need me to be in this, but you’re going to have to talk to him if you want to get rid of him.”
Sam groaned and thudded his head onto the table.
Chapter Title: He Wasn't What I Expected
Verse: How You Ruin Me
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Kat
Rating: OT
Character(s): Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Pair(s): Bobby Singer/Sam Winchester
Genre: Non-Hunting Alternate Universe, Domestic, Season One Era
Warnings: Age Difference, Crossdressing, Estranged Brothers
Words: 1093
Beta: Kiramaru7
Summary: Bobby takes Sam out for breakfast.
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 next morning Sam tried to stretch, but was hindered by a tight arm around his waist and a naked Bobby pressed up against his bareback. The older man was snoring softly on his shoulder. Sam thought he should be a little insulted that he was that concerned he’d run out in the night, but it felt nice, like he belonged. He squirmed around to face Bobby and threaded his fingers through the man’s thinning auburn hair until he stirred.
“You know, I am going to have to kick you out of bed if I am going to get the sheets changed before breakfast.”
Bobby groaned. “Let’s go into town today.”
“But it’s a work day.” Sam smiled.
“Only if I say it is.” Bobby rolled on top of Sam and kissed him playfully.
“But what on earth will people do without you?” Sam replied with mock concern.
“There’s a two dollar a bag book sale at the thrift store where you get to bring your own bag today. Do you want to go or do you want to be a smart ass and stay here to answer the phones?”
“I think the big canvas bags are in the laundry room.”
“Shower?”
Sam smirked. “With you? Always.”
“Yeah? You wait until I’m some old duffer with a hunched back and no teeth and see how you feel about it,” Bobby retorted as he dragged Sam to the bathroom.
“No teeth has its advantages you know,” was the last thing that could be heard, before the water came on.
After the shower, Bobby busied himself with changing the sheets, before Sam could get to them. The younger man tried to argue with him about doing it, but Bobby’s stubbornness won out. Sam could only sigh and start to get dressed. He stretched a thin pink woman’s yoga tank with an elaborate om symbol on it over his frame and threw on some jeans. He made quite a sight crawling around on the floor, looking for his favorite platform flip flops. He was fairly certain Bobby took the time to hide them in the back of the closet so he could watch him look for them. The fact that Bobby was paused mid pulling on his grey t-shirt, staring, when he emerged only strengthened his argument.
“Like what you see?”
“I don’t know why the hell you think you need to be any taller,” Bobby responded gruffly while he finished dressing.
Sam rolled his eyes. “So what do you want for breakfast?”
“To go out.”
Now, Sam knew something was up. “Bobby what are you up to?”
“Can’t a guy take his… Can’t I just take you for a day out and around town without you getting all analytical on me?” They were not really good at labels.
Sam decided to back off since it was obvious that Bobby was going out of his way to give him a nice day out. “Let’s go to the place with the waffles with the strawberries and whipped cream on them.”
“Sounds good to me.” Bobby grinned and ushered Sam towards the door.
They paused to put on their coats and Bobby mentally noted that he’d never cared that Sam liked to wear women’s clothing, but he wondered when he stopped caring that he seemed to be living with a hippy.
Unbeknownst to the happy couple, Dean had managed to fix up his baby in the hotel parking lot and was having breakfast at the very diner they walked into. The mechanic spotted them first and kept out of view as he watched them sit down. He had been trying to figure out his next move to see Sam. After five years, he had been beginning to doubt if he ever would find his brother. Now that he had, he just couldn’t up and leave, but clearly that Bobby person was not to be taken lightly. He would have to do some recon.
They took a booth that was in a spot Dean could watch from behind his newspaper. He listened to their conversation. Sam ordered waffles with strawberries and whipped cream while Bobby ordered a heart attack on a plate, for which Sam was currently glaring at him.
“A few pieces of bacon every once in a while ain’t gonna kill me, Sam.”
“Bobby, the doctor said…”
“To take it easy. I was there too, Sam.”
Sam huffed and put on a bitch face of epic proportions.
Bobby sighed and leaned in close. “If you’re that concerned about it, you can help me work it off later.” His face was a bit pink.
Dean really hoped he misheard that.
Sam played with his napkin a minute, before working up the nerve to ask what happened last night.
Bobby played with his coffee cup. “It was just a tow, Sam. I picked up his car and dropped it, and him, at a cheap hotel. End of story. He wasn’t what I was expecting though.”
“What do you mean?”
“I dunno. I mean I had this image in my head of this…” Bobby waved his hand a bit. “Asshole that helped drive you away. I mean they never call. You barely talk about either of them unless you’re in the middle of some kind of episode. Seriously, you were pretty damn young when I met you and had been on your own awhile already. And last night, I meet this cocky punk that clearly gives a damn about you.”
Sam set his jaw and looked away.
“Look, kid. You don’t ever have to tell me anything, but I don’t think he’s going away and I think I got some kind of a right to know why I might end up shooting some guy for breaking into my house in the middle of the night.” It was almost a joke. Bobby lightly cupped Sam’s hand in his own. It was a big move for him in public.
Sam looked around in a pained and morose expression. It was something he had a talent for.
Bobby sighed. “Sam, I don’t know if he’s had some kind of Dr. Phil epiphany and got over whatever his hang up was about you or if he wants or needs something, but he’s definitely got some bug up his butt when it comes to you. I’ll do or be… whatever it is you need me to be in this, but you’re going to have to talk to him if you want to get rid of him.”
Sam groaned and thudded his head onto the table.
