Silence is Golden

The past two days had been hell. Okay, not really hell, like where Dean was headed, but pretty damn close. Bobby had miraculously gotten the colt to work with the help of some hunt-with-me-Barbie, whose identity, by the way, was still unknown. It was mildly irritating, but you were woman enough to leave it alone. Not your business. The point was the weapon was working. This seemed to spark yet another debate between the brothers as the issue of when (and IF) to strike was brought up. The arguing was constant. Honestly, you and Bobby couldn't wait for them to leave. Nothing personal, but both boys were on edge and listening to the same fight over and over again was getting unbearable. There even came a point where you had to step out and shoot a few squirrels with Bobby. While he enjoyed your company, he made it clear that it was to be a solitary activity. Well then… When you walked in, back screen door slamming shut behind you, the best image you could've asked for was the green duffel bag waiting next to the front door.

You heard thuds as you looked to your left to see Sam stomping down the stairs with a bag of his own. He seemed pretty pissed off. You coughed slightly, gaining his attention and getting him out of his own headspace. "Oh, hey Y/N. Sorry didn't see you."

"No worries."

"We uh, caught a case."

"I can see that." You looked to the bag Sam had strewn over his shoulder. "Of course. Right. Profiler." You shrugged. Or you just had eyes? This conversation seemed to have timed itself out. Right, time for your exit. "Have fun." Sam reached the bottom of the steps and looked up at you. "I, uh, guess I'll see you later then." You turned and gave him your famous two-finger salute. You made your way upstairs to find Dean coming out of the closet, his blue jacket halfway on. He had a mood much like Sam's. You were so close to slipping passed him into your room, but he closed the closet just in time to see you directly in front of him. "Hey. Got a case."

"Yea, Sam told me."

"Great. See you in a few days." And with that, he walked off and down the stairs. You found that to be a major difference between the brothers. Sam always tried to play off his negative emotions whereas Dean had no issue letting the world know he was angry.

You heard subtle voices and a slamming door, assuming the guys had said their goodbye to Bobby and finally left. You practically fell on your bed and let out a sigh. Finally some quiet. You laid there staring at your ceiling for at least twenty minutes, your eyes dangerously close to submitting into sleep.

"BALLS!" you heard the familiar yell from downstairs. You shot your eyes open and took a whiff. Bobby was cooking again. It didn't come naturally to him, like everything else on earth did. You sighed and stood, making your way out of your room and down the stairs.

Turns out he really hadn't screwed up that bad, just burned the pork chops a bit. Nothing that couldn't be cut off and salvaged. If you were being honest, they actually turned out pretty damn good. The two of you finished the meal without a word. There was a silent agreement that enough noise had been made in the house in the past two days. But that was the great thing about your relationship with Bobby. Silences were never awkward. After you two finished, you washed the dishes. Lord knows Bobby wasn't about to. You spent a half hour doing them by and, as Bobby had promised to fix the dishwasher tomorrow. "Just another thing to add to the list." You finished and sat at the table with what was left of your beer.

Wow.

This was the first time you had nothing to do in a while. It was a new feeling. And if you were being honest, you didn't quite enjoy it. Dear god…you were actually bored…