Again I don't own. Be grateful, moffats got nothing on what I do to my characters.
"Hey boys." Bobby said as soon as the Sam and Dean walked through his front door at nine thirty. It was a long drive.
"Hey Bobby. They said in unison.
"Getting started without us?" Dean asked seeing the empty beer bottles on the desk.
"Bobby didn't answer; he just passed them a beer.
"They didn't talk much, and Bobby eventually passed out around one.
The next morning was the day before Karen's anniversary. The boy went fishing in the creek not far from Bobby's house.
Dean didn't know what to say; he was desperately avoiding anything to do with Karen or monsters. Sam was the first on to talk.
"Hey Dean remember when we were kids, I think you were fifteen and dad took us to that lake when he was hunting some spirit that was killing waiters, and when he was gone we managed to lose all of our fishing equipment in the five minutes it took him to go and get more bait?"
Dean smiled, he did remember. It was a great day. John had just finished a job that had cut into Sam's birthday so Dean promised to do something normal and Sam had picked fishing. No ghost talk, no guns, no weapons, no family business for twenty four hours. Of course John had snuck over to the Impala after only a few hours to talk to an old buddy about a job, but Dean had never left his little brothers' side. John hadn't even been that mad they lost all of his fishing gear. It wasn't like they fished much, but overall it had been a good day.
"Yeah, dad was so pissed when we spilt the bait on the backseat."
It seemed to do the trick because Dean could hear Bobby chuckling. As they continued to talk about the day until Sam started getting nibbles and something took his bait. He stood up and moved to the edge of the Warf. Poor Sammy, he should have learnt his lesson years ago. Dean snuck up behind his little brother, and every so gently, pushed Sam into the river.
Dean and Bobby were laughing when Sam resurfaced covered in slime and water. Sam wasn't so amused. As soon as he reached the edge and hauled himself up Dean started running and Sam ran after him with a fishing rod. The younger had hit him with the rod a few times before Dean ran back towards the creek. The kid was fast.
"Bobby! Bobby help me!" Dean called
Bobby just laughed. "Run boy."
The day ended with a soaked Sam and Dean and a smiling Bobby.
Mission accomplished.
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Dean was lying on the on Bobby's lounge trying to sleep, but all he could think about was Castiel. He could almost see him. Castiel slept in one of Dean's t plain grey T shirts and black pants; for an ex-angel Castiel was very particular. He would be in bed right now, probably couldn't sleep either. Eventually Dean fell asleep.
This was their last job, not that they had a choice. They had checked into a hotel which turned out to be haunted by the family of the previous owner that the current owner had murdered to take over. Castiel and Dean had been trapped in the basement with the old owner's son and wife while Sam was trying to fight off the husband and his daughter while contacting Gabriel.
They were standing back to back, each with a silver knife. The ghosts stepped closer and they swung, full on fight mode. Dean easily took out the Mother, but Castiel was having trouble with the son, not used to having to fight without his powers. The son punched Castiel in the gut and almost broke his arm ripping the knife out of his grasp. He used the knife to try and stab Castiel repeatedly; he went for the chest, only for Dean to throw the knife he used to kill the mother and saving Cas' life by a second. Cas? Hey Cas you okay?"
Castiel just looked at Dean blankly and back down, pulling his hand away from his side to reveal blood pouring through his trench coat.
His legs gave out and Dean caught him as he fell.
"Cas, come on it'll be okay. Gabriel will be here soon, he'll fix you." Castiels eyes drooped.
"Dean…" Cas didn't finish his sentence, because Deans lips were on his.
"You're gonna be okay. I promise."
"You don't know that."
"Yeah I do, because I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." Dean said as the basement door burst open and Sam and Gabriel, but Deans' full attention was on the man in his arms.
"Cas!" Gabriel called running forward to help his brother(?).
Castiel just looked up, and Dean was terrified when he saw the fear in his angels eyes.
"Fix him." Dean told Gabriel. When he made no move to heal Castiel, who had closed his eyes, Dean got angry. "FIX HIM!"
Gabriel leant down and put his fingers on cas' forehead. Healing him. Dean sighed with relief as Castiel opened his eyes and sat up. They were alright, and they'd been together since.
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