Note - So ... this chapter begins the first day at Bobby's house because when I was writing it, because it was about them moving the car and I realised after I'd written almost the whole thing that they would have moved it on the first not the second or third and so it got written as a sort of flash back moment with a little something from Sam at the end because I really could not be bothered deleting it all and writing a whole new chapter when it took me ages to think of something for this one so yeah ... If its weird I appologise now my lovelies, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! So read on ;) ...
*Flash Back – 1st day at Bobby's*
Bobby found Sam sat on the large double bed in the room that he was sharing with Dean, eyes intently roving over the pages of the book he was currently reading. Something about the lore on Greek monsters Bobby thought. He was so enthralled with what he was reading that he hadn't even noticed that Bobby had entered the room.
"What'cha readin' about Sam?" Bobby said interrupting the silence that permeated the room.
The kid jumped, startled by the noise and pulled himself out of the little world that his mind had put him into whilst he was reading that book of his.
"Huh? Oh, just reading about Empousas." Sam said whilst looking back down at his book.
"Well, I hate to pull you out of you reading kiddo but could ya' come on an' help me an' Dean move the car into the work shop?"
"'Sure Bobby." He said nodding, closing the book and tossing it to the side before climbing off the bed and beginning the search for his shoes.
Bobby turned around and headed back down the stairs, opening the creaky front door and heading over to where Dean was waiting for him by the car with Sam following not too far behind him. Dean called out when he saw his brother come out the door, hopping as he tried to put on his other shoe.
"Hey short stuff!" Dean out called with a grin, Sam just giving him his full on bitch face.
"One day I'm gonna be taller than you, just you wait!" Sam growled back at him, and Dean just snorted.
"Yeah, sure you will midget." He said disbelievingly with a wink before turning to Bobby. "Well c'mon then old man! Let's get pushin'!"
"Watch it boy, you aint too old to go over my knee," the hunter replied with a smirk. "What's makin' you so damned chipper this mornin' anyway?"
"What can't a kid be happy?" he replied back, a smile still on his face.
"Well sure, but you're John's boy. I thought maybe the permanent scowl was in the genes or somethin'."
"In the jeans?" Dean said, confusion evident on the fifteen year olds face.
"He means in your blood and DNA." Sam explained to his older brother from where he was sat on the front porch untying the laces on his sneakers when he realised he wasn't going to get the shoe on by forcing it and by sheer strength of will.
"How would you know that?" Dean asked, the afore mentioned scowl adorning his features.
"Because I read, stupid; and don't you listen during school?" Sam asked indignation evident.
"Only during the interesting classes and trust me, science aint one of them bro." Dean argued back.
"Kissing girls does not count as a class, Dean." Sam said arms across his small chest as he walked forward and away from the front porch after finally getting his right shoe on and the laces done up.
"Maybe not but if it did, I'd be at the top of it. I'd be getting' straight A's man." Dean said with a cheeky leer and a wink, confidence in his fifteen year old skills earning him nothing but a roll of the eyes from his little brother and just the barest hint of a smile forming on his mouth in laughter from his big brother's remark.
"If you two are done chattin' like old fish wives, why don't you try givin' me a hand, hmm?" Bobby broke in, effectively ended the banter between the two boys.
"Yes sir." They chorused, practically in sync with one another, the short sentence sounding rehearsed, or as if they had spoken it a million times before.
"Sam, you get behind the wheel and steer her in," Bobby instructed. "And Dean, you help me push from the front."
The two Winchester boys nodded and moved to do the tasks assigned them without any fuss or further comments passed between them.
"On my count," Bobby declared. "One … Two … THREE!" With the last number spoken both Dean and Bobby grunted as they began to push the car towards the work shop, with Sam steering her in whilst he was looking out of the rear window of the car.
*** 8 ***
Bobby wiped the small amount of sweat that had beaded on his brow away with an old rag, whilst Sam climbed out of the front of the vehicle. Dean stood beside him, smirking and not out breath, not even a tiny bit, earning him a glare from the hunter.
"You're getting old, Bobby." Dean sassed to the older man.
"Watch it you. I aint so old that I can't aim a shot gun at your smart ass." Bobby threatened with a glare at the eldest Winchester.
"Gee Bobby, I can practically feel the love radiating off of ya'. Besides, only pointing out the truth." Dean jeered whilst standing and running around to the other side of the car when Bobby stood himself and shot a mildly murderous look at Dean.
"You are askin' for it boy." Bobby called out to him, hiding the humour in his voice as best as he could, although from the grin plastered on Dean's face he didn't do it very well.
"Yeah yeah." Dean chortled, whilst both Bobby and Sammy rolled their eyes at the snarky fifteen year old.
*Flash Back End*
Sam thought about the small amount of time that he and Dean had spent with Bobby, and that already he was more like the dad he had always wanted than his own was. Bobby cooked proper meals for them, encouraged Sam's reading, laughed with Dean and didn't berate him or Dean –more so Dean than Sam – when they were sarcastic and pushed a little at Bobby's patience. He understood that they were just kids, and needed to do kid stuff as well as all that hunter bull.
Sam sighed to himself. It wasn't that he didn't love his dad, because he did. He just felt that most of the time they were being raised like warriors instead of the kids they were supposed to be, and it was nice being able to do just that. Be a kid.
Note - For those that want to know an Empousa is a vampiric demon with a leg of bronze and a hoofed foot of a donkey that seduces men so that she can feed on their flesh and blood. She/they are of Greek origin and I decided to go with them so that I was a little more original heehee ;) Please review and tell me your thoughts on this chapter, and I will love you all forever and ever and ever and you will each get special 'cookies' ;) heehee
