Title: Idiot Boy

Author: TigerTiger02

Spoilers: All Hell Breaks Loose Pt 1 and 2

Disclaimer: Not Mine.

Dedication: to the ones who matter the most.


The moment Bobby opens the door he wishes he hadn't.

He knows that this is not a dream because as much as he wants to dream this, he knows for a fact that none of his dreams have ever been this good. He has dreamt of Sam since his death, but it always of Sam trapped in hell, screamin' for salvation.

He thinks that it could be a drunken hallucination, god knows he's drank enough to hallucinate. It was like one of his own kids had died. He knows that nothing will ever be the same because Sammy is dead and Dean refuses to move on. He refuses to save the world. And Bobby gets that, all of the shit that those boys have lost, have gone through. He wishes he could take the burden onto his shoulders but it's impossible. The burden is for Winchester's and only Winchester's. He knows this isn't a hallucination but god he wishes it was because this is exactly the kind of dumbshit thing Dean would go and do.

Sam gives him a smile and thanks him for patching him up and Bobby can't stop staring at Dean. How could he? How could he? Doesn't he understand the price of this? Doesn't he realize that whatever deal he made is fucked because it was a demon he was dealin' with? Idiot boy.

He corners him, gets him into the junkyard and yells at him. Fuckin' Winchester's, always doing dumbshit things like this. Fuckin' wannabe martyrs. What the hell goes through their head when they do this shit? He points out to Dean that Sam, when he finds out because he's not a dumb kid and eventually will, will have those same awful feelings of guilt that Dean got all twisted up over when his dad sacrificed himself for Dean.

Dean, poor idiotic Dean just loves his brother too much. He begs Bobby not to tell Sam. Bobby knows its wrong and that Sam will find out, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but he will someday. Especially when Dean drops dead all of a sudden after a year. A fuckin' year?! He couldn't have held out a little longer. It took their father damn near twenty-two years to track the son of a bitch down, what makes Dean think he can do it in a year?

Bobby sighs, he won't tell Sam. It wouldn't do any good anyway. What's done is done and no one can change that. Of course Winchester's are known for provin' people are wrong so there's a vague possibility. He grasps Dean's chin and stares him straight on, he wants to say something. This boy is basically his son now… he has to say something. And Dean is looking at him with those hurt eyes, those eyes which beg for forgiveness and understanding. The words are on the tip of his tongue, be careful Dean. It's okay Dean. I understand Dean. But there's a noise and the moment is over. They slip back into hunter mode and Bobby's lost his chance.


A/N: this is going to be part of a series of character thoughts during parts of the episode. I don't know why but these past two episodes have inspired me the move. Yay! New Linkin Park. I've got a gummy tummy so I'm gonna go and try not to hork all over the place.