Chapter Ten – I Remember Bobby

He was always Uncle Bobby.

Always there.

I remember how he encouraged my curiosity.

How carefully he guided me, back before I knew.

And when I did know, he made it better.

Giving me answers when no one else would.

I never felt like I belonged in my family.

But Bobby's house was home.

A place where I did belong.

I spent hours in his library.

Searching for answers...finding myself.

Bobby never made me feel different.

He'd give me that look.

Call me idjit.

And I knew it was okay.

No matter what happened,

I always knew he'd be there.

The End

bjxmas

January 2012

All standard disclaimers apply.

I believe that Bobby and Sam had their own special relationship, based in mutual admiration and their own brand of love. What they shared doesn't have to be the same as what Bobby and Dean had. Sam had different needs, and most importantly he had Dean to help fill the void John's absences left. Sam wasn't as desperate to have someone in his corner, someone he looked up to that validated who he was.

It breaks my heart for those boys to lose this man, this father figure. I can't believe he is gone and I'm holding out for his return. Sam and Dean need him, WE need him. And it makes us all realize, a house is not a home, rather it's the people who surround you, that love you and give you shelter, that bless us with the comforts of home.

Thanks for reading...now, dammit, where's that tissue?

Later, B.J.