Author's Note:
At the end of "No Rest for the Wicked" we wondered why Bobby did not barge in and save the day. We wrote our one-shot to explain his absence. Of course, we could not let it rest. We have expanded this one shot to make it a chapter fic.
Comments are welcomed!
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all the characters do not belong to us, even though we wish they did.
Time and Circumstance…
He is watching. Silently praying.
He hears the screams. His body reacts. His mind stays cold.
"His" boy is dying.
Before he knows it...he is heading across the street.
He is a man on fire.
He sees not the trail of flesh he has left behind. Sees not the holy water that now flows red.
He reaches the house. Knows not that he has just taken his first breath.
He cannot move fast enough.
He feels fear. He feels pain. He feels numbing grief.
The door is not an obstacle only the last thing stopping him from where he "needs" to be.
His mind reels.
Before him...His worst nightmare...
He stops with a jolt.
He smiles without lips. "She" smiles because Bobby thought he was protected.