Title: Out of Sync
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. I'll give them back after playing.
Rating: none really
Spoiler: 414 Sex & Violence
Wordcount: ~ 450
Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby
A/N: Unbeta'd. You find mistakes? Tell me!
Summary: Coda for Sex & Violence... because I just can't stand the tension. It's killing me. And not just me.
Bobby had always thought, he'd die of either old age or … no actually he expected to die of old age. And that's it. But the last years had taught him better.
Those boys, those Winchesters. They would be the death of him.
Grabbing two bottles from the passenger seat of his car, he walked towards them, slowly and measured, doing his best to act as casual as ever. It was hard. His fingers shook when he held out the two sodas, hoping the boys didn't realize how much he was still upset from what he had witnessed. The image (the axe and Sam and Dean … and the axe) would be imprinted in his mind forever.
Dean complained about the soda, while Sam stared at it, as if he wasn't sure he was actually worthy of getting a freaking soda.
Something was wrong. Something was so unbelievably wrong that Bobby wondered why the earth was still turning. This something felt off, like a pendulum swinging out of sync with the ticking of the attached clock. Like the wrong soundtrack to the pictures. Like a feeling, deep inside your guts, that keeps sawing at your sanity while you're smiling at the world and the world has the nerve to smile back at you.
Those boys. They were obviously avoiding to look at each other. Standing side by side, doing their best to stare at everything around them, shuffling their feet. It was grotesque, really.
„You boys going to be okay?", Bobby asked.
And even though he didn't expect an honest answer he was slightly offended when his expectations weren't disappointed. He wasn't dumb and he knew the boys well enough to recognize a blunt lie when it was thrown in his face. Stupid lies. They seemed use these a lot in the past months.
„Yeah fine" and „Good", they assured. Voices high pitched and fast and dripping with discomfort. They knew he wouldn't buy it. At least something they agreed on, Bobby thought and huffed.
„See ya!", he mumbled and turned, oddly glad to get away from them. They were emanating guilt and pain like garlic stench.
If John... Hastily Bobby shook his head. No reason to dig in old wounds when new ones had become visible. It would be hard enough without Bobby throwing salt into it. The boys were broken and they knew it. But they alone would have to pick up the pieces.
Bobby just wasn't so sure they were ready for that. However, they didn't have a choice in that matter, had they?
He got into the car, leaving them behind, trusting them enough to work things out. Because anything else was just unthinkable.
