A/N: Gah, sorry this is so late. I literally pick the worst week to try and write this puppy and then I decide to extend this another chapter today. I actually wrote the chapter that comes after this first, realized I had inserted an important character, then quickly wrote this today on my phone.
This productivity is freaking me out.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, its characters, or its plot. I do not own any of the songs or quotes used either. I only own Bobby, any character I created, and the plot of this story.
"The movies make the brooding guy the hero – the guy with problems the guy who carries a gun, the gun with unresolved anger, the guy with a chip on his shoulder, the guy who's a vampire – and they tell you that you can have the mythical happy ending with that same brooding guy.
But in reality, the brooding guy is cranky. He doesn't reply to emails. He doesn't call. He's only half there when you're talking to him, and he doesn't chase you when you run. You feel insecure all the time. You get needy and sad and you hate yourself got being needy.
If you don't know why he's brooding, you're shut out.
And if you do know why he's brooding, you're still shut out. (Because he's busy brooding.)"
― E. Lockhart, Real Live Boyfriends: Yes. Boyfriends, Plural. If My Life Weren't Complicated, I Wouldn't Be Ruby Oliver
"She didn't belong anywhere and she never really belonged to anyone. And everyone else belonged somewhere and to someone. People thought she was too wonderful. But she only wanted to belong to someone. People always thought she was too wonderful to belong to them or that something too wonderful would hurt too much to lose. And that's why she liked him- because he just thought she was crazy."
― C. JoyBell C.
"We can't be lovers because we both have mustaches. But since you're a lady, and I'm a gentleman, I'll shave mine off."
― Jarod Kintz, Love quotes for the ages. Specifically ages 18-81
"Love is the jelly to sunshine's peanut butter. And if I tell you that I'm in sandwich with you, I'm not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag."
― Jarod Kintz, Love quotes for the ages. Specifically ages 18-81
Bobby meets Fedya three weeks into her training.
She's lying on the sofa one Saturday morning, afghan wrapped around her as she watches cartoons and eats her Fruity Pebbles (Many important things have happened while she's eating her cereal. She doesn't know it yet, but Fedya will propose over breakfast. Her doctor calls and tells her she's pregnant over a bowl. She's pouring milk over the multi colored flakes when a wet something suddenly runs down her leg and she goes into labor). Death is in the chair next to her, tapping his fingers impatiently, when the doorbell rings.
He stands up, but Bobby gets there first and, without looking through the peephole, swings the door open in a grand fashion and just stares.
The man is big. Like, really big. He's taller than Uncle Sam and about twice as wide. He's wearing a black tracksuit and the jacket's sleeves are pulled up, showing of his collection of tattoos on both arms.
Bobby's first thought is, "His hair is really hot."
Her second thought is, "Holy shit, he's gonna kill me."
The giant speaks, asking "This is a 7B?" only it comes out as, "Zhis iz Swewen Beh?"
"Um, yeah?"
Lucky for Bobby, Death appears behind her. "Fyodor! How wonderful to see you!" He ushers the thing into their apartment. "Thank you for coming. Would you like something to drink?" They continue into the small kitchen, chatting it up like old friends.
It turns out, Fyodor is there to teach her how to fight.
"What?"
"You need to learn how to defend yourself. I know you can shoot, but you're not going to have a gun with you all the time."
"But..but-"
"No 'buts'. You will do this. And Fyodor here will teach you."
"You suck." She says, glaring at Death. He smirks and turn back to the giant. "So, how's your mother?"
They start sleeping together a month before they start dating.
It started out simple: he was horny, she was horny, and there was a gym mat conveniently sitting in the middle of the room. And maybe it was satisfying that "good girl meets bad boy and rebels against society with him" urge just a bit.
And the sex was great, don't get her wrong. It wasn't wild banging or gentle love making, just nice, simple sex. Bobby walks away satisfied with no lingering feelings.
The same cannot be said for Fedya.
It happens on a weekend trip to New York. Bobby's been desperate to get out of the cabin and have a little fun, you know, not in the snowy wilderness of the Yukon. Death gives his permission on the condition Fedya (As she has taken to calling him) goes with. She pouts for a while before consenting and they magically appear in the Waldorf Astoria lobby two hours later.
She gets dressed up in a cute dress and some heels that she had convinced (AKA whined into submission) Death to buy her from Zappos, slaps a layer of mascara and lipgloss on, and hits the town (with her large, Russian bodyguard/self defense teacher/fuck buddy).
And, boy, it is awkward.
Bobby is propositioned by three men to dance. Each of them get a death glare and never approach her again. When a guy tries to buy her a drink, he is pulled roughly from her bar stool and told how he is not allowed to look at her for the rest of the night.
At first it's cute. Then it's annoying.
She doesn't remember her exact words, but she thinks at one point she called him "Buzz Killington" before stomping out of the club at 11:30. She goes back to the hotel, takes a hot shower, and reads while listening to a mix of 80s hair bands and Vampire Weekend.
Fedya comes back around 12:45, drunk and pissed off.
The door slams open and she looks up suddenly. Bobby's been planning on giving him a piece of her mind, but his eyes seem to say "I dare you", so she keeps quiet. He storms into the bathroom and slams the door loudly.
She can hear him taking a shower, so she turns up the music pumping into her headphones and waits for what seems like forever.
He finally opens the door, shirtless and wet and boy, oh boy, he looks pissed. She scrambles to her feet and is preparing her argument when, oh look, she's being pressed against a wall and being kissed rather roughly.
Oh, my.
Bobby's liked to imagine she's had good sex before. She lost her virginity to Cooper Mulligan in his car at seventeen. It had been uncomfortable and cramped and completely unenjoyably, but didn't that happen to everyone the first time? Her college boyfriend, Will, had been alright, bringing some experience to the bedroom (He later dumped her for a girl he met in his "Philosophy During the Holocaust". Honestly, who hooks up after meeting in a class about the Holocaust? The asshole).
However, this sex is completely different. It's hot and primal and rough and-and-just, wow. She can kind of hear "Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa" playing in the background and it's just perfect when everything explodes for a moment.
They lay there together, pressing kisses on shoulder blades and laughing at how stupid they've been. There's a feeling of "Oh, thank God, I've found you" in the air.
And it feels good.
She tells him her greatest secret one night.
Between the ages of four and seven, she lived with her aunt and uncle in Texas. This was because her mother and father abandoned her there to go on the lamb.
Maggie is a powerful necromancer and a very old one at that. And when you live a long time, you make a lot of enemies. After a deal with a demon went south, Maggie had to promise to be the last of her bloodline.
Which she didn't do.
But, being left behind by her parents wasn't the worst part. It was what happened before she went to Uncle Sam's and Aunt Amelia's.
Her mom was going to give her up.
She remembers Mom packing her up and dressing her up in her favorite sweater. She had her wubby and her Winnie the Pooh stuffed animal with her in the pickup Mom borrowed from Uncle Sam. And they were sitting in front of the adoption agency, her mother sobbing in the front seat, when the Impala rolled up.
Dad was furious.
She's never seen him that mad. He practically hoisted her mother out of the truck, his face a bright red. She doesn't remember exactly what he said, but she thinks she heard a "MY daughter, too" and a "How DARE you" and a "Had NO RIGHT". He was livid, her mom was crying, and it was really overwhelming. But something happened, her mother said something, and Dad's face turned white (When she asks later, Mom told him that Bobby was showing the traits of a necromancer, that she was going to be hunted down and killed, but if they let her go, she could be safe). Her father wrenched open the door of the truck and gathered her up in his arms, wubby and all.
And then she was at Uncle Sam's, saying goodbye to her parents.
Fedya smooths her brown hair away from her face and promises that he will never leave her.
And he won't. She'll leave him first.
He says "I love you" one morning two months later, mumbled into her hair. It's scary and exhilarating at the same time.
Even more so when she says it back.
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