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Title: How You Ruin Me
Chapter Title: They Bickered Like a Bitchy Old Married Couple
Verse: How You Ruin Me
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Kat
Rating: OT
Character(s): Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer
Pair(s): Sam Winchester/Bobby Singer
Genre: Non-Hunting Alternate Universe, Domestic, Season One Era
Warnings: Age Difference, Crossdressing, Estranged Brothers
Words: 911
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Summary: Dean spies on Sam and Bobby at the book sale and learns more than he bargained on.
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.
Dean was beginning to wonder if he had been drugged at some point.
He was able to follow them in the Impala quite easily. Once Bobby’s pickup parked in the thrift store parking lot, Dean circled around to park a couple of blocks away and walk over. He had assumed finding them wound be easy, they were both rather distinctive looking, but the place was beyond packed. The main hub of activity was around a group of tables covered in books. Dean walked over, deciding it seemed the best place to start and sure enough, there was his brother, crouching on the floor using his long limbs to examine books in boxes under the tables otherwise blocked by the other patrons surrounding them. Bobby stood by with a canvas bag, which was filling up quickly. Dean watched, pretending to browse in the section marked romance, while his little brother awkwardly maneuvered his large frame around the floor checking under all the tables. Bobby followed behind carrying the book bags Sam was filling. He was also clearly protecting Sam from being accidentally run over by unobservant patrons. Dean was a little touched by that and angered by it at the same time. He should be the one protecting Sammy.
Once Sam seemed to be done examining the difficult to reach books, he backed up and tried to stand. Dean started to rush over when Sam started to topple while trying to get upright, but Bobby caught him and helped him right himself. The two men shared a look that made Dean uncomfortable and then got into the serpentine like line that was weaving around the tables as people hunted for books. Dean did his damnedest to get close enough to hear them, but not be seen by them.
They started in computers and technology.
“Damn it, Sam. I don’t need books; I have you to run the damned things.”
Sam glared at Bobby as he put various “for dummies” books about computer programs, the internet, and eBay into a bag.
The Cookbook section was a bit more interesting. Dean had never seen anyone look at so many books so carefully at such a speed as Sam was shoving them into a bag right then, not that Dean had watched many people buy books. There was even a small tug of war between Sam and an old woman over a book of Crockpot recipes. Bobby had to break it up, but had remained quiet during the section until Sam picked up some fish cookbook.
“Sam, you have that one. It’s got that weird soup you made me eat in it that stunk up the house for three days.” Unbeknownst to Sam, Bobby hid that cookbook in one of the cars in the yard that very night.
Dean was surprised they spent the amount of energy in the travel section they did.
“Bobby, when are you really going to go back to Japan?”
“When are you going to Spain?” Bobby fired back defensively.
“We’re still getting the one on camping in Nevada.”
“Fine.”
For the next three sections – History, Fiction, and Literature – Dean was treated to a repeated performance of one of the two men he was following picking up a book and the other reminding them that they already had a copy. It was a bit nauseating as it screamed of coupledom and was hitting him over the head with it. Their next real argument, if you could call it that, wasn’t until the how-to section when Sam found the gardening books.
“You’re going to start a garden?”
“What’s wrong with starting a garden?”
“Where the hell are you going to put a garden?”
“There is actual yard space you know.”
“But what about Rumsfield?”
“What about him?”
“Where is he going to go?”
“You keep him chained up by the house, in the house, or he’s roaming the scrap yard! It’s not like I am going to take up the entire yard, Bobby. Just a small area for vegetables.”
“Vegetables?”
“What did you think I was going to grow?”
Dean had to stop listening for his own sanity, but he did gather they had a dog, at least he hoped it was a dog. He was about to sneak out when he heard Bobby grousing again.
“Really, Sam?”
Sam just shrugged and tossed a couple books with happy 50’s housewives and one with a woman in a wedding dress on the cover into one of their overstuffed bags.
Dean snuck out while they were paying at the counter.
He sat in his car, waiting for Bobby and Sam to come out, so he could follow them to where they were headed next. There was a lot of information for him to digest. His brother wasn’t just shacking up with some old guy, he’d built some kind of weird version of an apple pie life for himself. They bickered like a bitchy old married couple. Sam cooked. They had a dog. Sam planned on starting a garden. There was a book with a bride on it in their stuff. And Dean wouldn’t have had a clue about any of it if his car hadn’t broken down. It just wasn’t right.
Bobby and Sam soon emerged from the thrift store and got into the pickup. Dean was in pursuit as they left the parking lot.
Chapter Title: They Bickered Like a Bitchy Old Married Couple
Verse: How You Ruin Me
Fandom: Supernatural
Author: Kat
Rating: OT
Character(s): Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer
Pair(s): Sam Winchester/Bobby Singer
Genre: Non-Hunting Alternate Universe, Domestic, Season One Era
Warnings: Age Difference, Crossdressing, Estranged Brothers
Words: 911
Beta:
kiramaru7Summary: Dean spies on Sam and Bobby at the book sale and learns more than he bargained on.
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.
Dean was beginning to wonder if he had been drugged at some point.
He was able to follow them in the Impala quite easily. Once Bobby’s pickup parked in the thrift store parking lot, Dean circled around to park a couple of blocks away and walk over. He had assumed finding them wound be easy, they were both rather distinctive looking, but the place was beyond packed. The main hub of activity was around a group of tables covered in books. Dean walked over, deciding it seemed the best place to start and sure enough, there was his brother, crouching on the floor using his long limbs to examine books in boxes under the tables otherwise blocked by the other patrons surrounding them. Bobby stood by with a canvas bag, which was filling up quickly. Dean watched, pretending to browse in the section marked romance, while his little brother awkwardly maneuvered his large frame around the floor checking under all the tables. Bobby followed behind carrying the book bags Sam was filling. He was also clearly protecting Sam from being accidentally run over by unobservant patrons. Dean was a little touched by that and angered by it at the same time. He should be the one protecting Sammy.
Once Sam seemed to be done examining the difficult to reach books, he backed up and tried to stand. Dean started to rush over when Sam started to topple while trying to get upright, but Bobby caught him and helped him right himself. The two men shared a look that made Dean uncomfortable and then got into the serpentine like line that was weaving around the tables as people hunted for books. Dean did his damnedest to get close enough to hear them, but not be seen by them.
They started in computers and technology.
“Damn it, Sam. I don’t need books; I have you to run the damned things.”
Sam glared at Bobby as he put various “for dummies” books about computer programs, the internet, and eBay into a bag.
The Cookbook section was a bit more interesting. Dean had never seen anyone look at so many books so carefully at such a speed as Sam was shoving them into a bag right then, not that Dean had watched many people buy books. There was even a small tug of war between Sam and an old woman over a book of Crockpot recipes. Bobby had to break it up, but had remained quiet during the section until Sam picked up some fish cookbook.
“Sam, you have that one. It’s got that weird soup you made me eat in it that stunk up the house for three days.” Unbeknownst to Sam, Bobby hid that cookbook in one of the cars in the yard that very night.
Dean was surprised they spent the amount of energy in the travel section they did.
“Bobby, when are you really going to go back to Japan?”
“When are you going to Spain?” Bobby fired back defensively.
“We’re still getting the one on camping in Nevada.”
“Fine.”
For the next three sections – History, Fiction, and Literature – Dean was treated to a repeated performance of one of the two men he was following picking up a book and the other reminding them that they already had a copy. It was a bit nauseating as it screamed of coupledom and was hitting him over the head with it. Their next real argument, if you could call it that, wasn’t until the how-to section when Sam found the gardening books.
“You’re going to start a garden?”
“What’s wrong with starting a garden?”
“Where the hell are you going to put a garden?”
“There is actual yard space you know.”
“But what about Rumsfield?”
“What about him?”
“Where is he going to go?”
“You keep him chained up by the house, in the house, or he’s roaming the scrap yard! It’s not like I am going to take up the entire yard, Bobby. Just a small area for vegetables.”
“Vegetables?”
“What did you think I was going to grow?”
Dean had to stop listening for his own sanity, but he did gather they had a dog, at least he hoped it was a dog. He was about to sneak out when he heard Bobby grousing again.
“Really, Sam?”
Sam just shrugged and tossed a couple books with happy 50’s housewives and one with a woman in a wedding dress on the cover into one of their overstuffed bags.
Dean snuck out while they were paying at the counter.
He sat in his car, waiting for Bobby and Sam to come out, so he could follow them to where they were headed next. There was a lot of information for him to digest. His brother wasn’t just shacking up with some old guy, he’d built some kind of weird version of an apple pie life for himself. They bickered like a bitchy old married couple. Sam cooked. They had a dog. Sam planned on starting a garden. There was a book with a bride on it in their stuff. And Dean wouldn’t have had a clue about any of it if his car hadn’t broken down. It just wasn’t right.
Bobby and Sam soon emerged from the thrift store and got into the pickup. Dean was in pursuit as they left the parking lot.
