AN: I can't remember now what sparked this idea in my head the other day but it wasn't going to leave me alone. I've often wondered about Bobby, especially after Dream a Little Dream. So here's my take on a tiny part of him. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Supernatural
Just a Shell
Sam stood on the warn porch half drunk cup of coffee held forgotten in his left hand as he stared down at the 1971 Chevelle. The mismatched panels, worn and rusted paint was a stark difference to the image Sam had seen inside Bobby's dream. The paint job had been gleaming in the afternoon sun; finely detailed, spotless chrome. It was a vehicle he'd clearly taken pride in.
That pride was gone now; along with so many other things the supernatural stole from them. Hunters were only left with the practical; the need to survive, to protect what little they had left.
He'd never really considered the car before but seeing it now, still running but hardly the classic it had once been. Sam couldn't help but feel like it was a reflection of Bobby's soul. Still there but hardly the force it had once been.
They were all shells in one way or another.
Thanks for Reading!
Morganeth Taren'drel