Fixation
November 15th, 2007: Age 22
You were all set and ready to finally get a small vacation and gamble away your "winnings" from Bela, but nope, no she had to go and pull a grand theft auto on your favorite, most expensive item. This indiscretion would not do. The second you saw it missing, your vacation plans were off. You pushed past Sam and Dean and grabbed your bag. Practically charging to the front door, you slammed it open as Dean yelled behind you. "So no Reno?" You slammed it shut behind you. "Nope." You were on this now.
It took you substantially less time to get back to Bobby's than it did coming out. You got out of your Jeep and the tension in the air around you was palpable. Bobby must have had a radar for your mood, as he came out of the garage, wiping the grease off of his hands. "What's got your panties in a wad?" You decided to let that one slide considering he was unaware of the actual undergarment crisis. "I'm gonna kill her." You trudged inside and threw your duffel on the couch. "Who, Bela? What'd she do now?" You wasted no time digging through your duffel and fishing out your hand wraps. "Crossed the line. You know my favorite bra? Gone. Probably sold to so perv online." Bobby practically snorted and you glared at him. Reaching in the closet, you dead lifted the punching bag and hung it in the hallway. After you moved back in, it was quickly realized that Bobby was severely lacking in the training equipment department. So you took it upon yourself to do a little online shopping. Even Lara Croft would be impressed with the upgrades. "Okay one, don't mention those female things in front of me, I practically raised ya, it's just weird and two what's the big deal? Buy another one." You had begun training, sending right and left hooks into the sand-filled leather. But after Bobby's comment you stopped and stared at him. "It's not about just buying a new one Bobby, that one had sentimental value. You're telling me that you don't remember that day? It was our first outing when I moved in!"
"I do, but I'm asking why you would want to. It wasn't exactly a nice experience for either one of us." You looked down and fiddled with your hands, realizing just why you were so upset and why you cherished that memory so much. You turned and began to walk towards the stairs. "You're right, forget it." Bobby followed you. "Y/N/N, I'm serious. Why would you wanna remember something like that?" You turned to him. "It…it was the first time I've been shopping with anyone I considered a father. (You shrugged, averting Bobby's eyes) Daddy issues right?" Bobby's face fell, sympathy washing over it. There was a reason you didn't tell people things. Bobby, of course, tended to be the exception, but sometimes even he couldn't hide the pity you hated. "Look, you don't need some bra to know that I ain't going anywhere. Your daddy was a jackass, but I ain't him. If it means that much to ya, then I guess we can go again." You smiled and rolled your eyes. "Don't worry I won't put you through that—as long as you don't mention this conversation to the boys. It's better if they think I don't have feelings." Bobby laughed. "Atta girl. Now, still planning on killing Bela?" You thought for a second. "Nah, but I'm kind of in the training mood now. Think I'll go do some pull-ups."
"Well, try to take it easy Sarah Conner. Don't stab anyone in the knee with a pen." You rolled your eyes, but then a realization hit you. "Crap! I should make some calls first. I may or may not have put out a hit on Bela to all of our contacts." Bobby just stared as you passed him to retrieve your phone from your bag.