Eavesdropping

Sam POV

When we were young, Dean and I used to listen into our Dad's conversations. Or at least we did once we found out he was hunting monsters. The best conversations to listen in on were always the ones with Bobby, or Uncle Bobby as we used to call him. Dad only went to Bobby for the really difficult cases where there were nests of creatures or if there was something he'd never come across before.

Some days we'd listen because we wanted to learn more and others because we just wanted to hear news about other hunters we'd made friends with. After all, we couldn't trust Dad to tell us if Pastor Jim died or if Caleb was missing.

However the day we stopped eaves dropping was when we were listening to find out how angry our dad was with us. I was twelve and Dean was sixteen and Dad had said we could help out on this shape-shifter case just outside of South Dakota.

Dean hesitated.

I stopped.

But the shifters had become our dad and he had looked like our dad and knew things dad would know and it honestly wasn't our fault looking back on it now, but at the time it had been a big deal because "dad" shot our actual dad in the leg. Dean shot the shifter afterwards but that didn't make a difference.

Dean drove us to Bobby's and the moment we arrived; Dad went in to have a talk with Bobby.

The only bit of their talk I remember was dad yelling, "I expected better of them!"

And Bobby yelling back, "And that's all you ever do! They're just boys, John! What do you think your expectations are doing to them? Why do you think Dean is so broken?"

We didn't go back to visit Bobby, and Dean and I decided that it was best not to hear what people had to say.

I never forgot the look of hurt on Dean's face.

AN So, this is just more fic I wrote for my writer's craft journal. It's just a little ramble-y thing. I hope you liked it! :D I love feedback! -Ash