This' the chapter some of you have been waiting for,
Dean and Bobby first meeting (guilty face on). ;p
Chap 14
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Hearing the sound of the Impala pulling into the yard Bobby grinned, and immediately admonished himself. Dean was the victim of some dark witch's curse. He'd been extremely lucky that she'd hit him with one that was temporary. Bobby could only surmise that the hag herself hadn't known her curse wasn't permanent, however, it's temporary status didn't give him the ok to look forward to seeing Dean the little kid again. Yeah, right. Keep tellin' yourself that Singer. Bobby hurried to greet the brothers.
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Opening his front door, he saw Sam lifting something out from the Impala's back seat. As Bobby eagerly walked across to the car, Sam turned to him smiling broadly, a sleeping child cradled in his arms. Bobby stopped moving, taking in the scene before him. The car was the same, the child was the same youngster he remembered so well, the man, the circumstances however, were so very different.
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When John Winchester had turned up unexpectedly, bringing with him the same small boy and the kid's baby brother, he was as wild and fierce as the night. The man's eyes had met Bobby's with a glare that was already silently challenging him to refuse what John had come for. Back then a mixture of both sympathy for the man and those kids, and cold anger directed solely towards John, had battled for dominance within Bobby. This time, there was only the love he held for 'his' boys, and the pride he had in their continued faith in him. Moving forward again he came to a standstill in front of the smiling Sam Winchester, and gazed in wonder and incredulity at the innocent, and so very familiar, face of the sleeping child in Sam's arms. He spoke barely above a whisper.
"Awww. Ain't he just the sweetest thing?"
Grinning at the open delight now reflected on Bobby's face, Sam whispered in return.
"And way heavier than he looks. There's some stuff I bought him in the boot, do you mind?"
"No problem. You go on inside, I'll be right behind you. Sam? It's good to see you son."
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In the study, Dean was curled up in a ball on Bobby's sofa still sleeping, only drifts of soft blonde hair peeking out from under one of Bobby's warm blankets. He had briefly half woken when Sam laid the blanket over him, asking Sam in a small, sleepy voice, 'Are we there yet?' The question had ended in a quiet giggle, then Dean was asleep again, oblivious to Sam's whispered answer of "Jerk."
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In Bobby's kitchen, the two Hunters sat at the dining table talking in low voices. Lying open between them was one of the rarer books from Bobby's extensive library. He had personally collected the precious Grimoire directly from it's previous owner when, some years before, he finally brought an end to a dark witch's reign of terror over the remaining people she had entrapped within their isolated community. The hunt hadn't been an easy one but then as now, Bobby believed retrieving the Grimoire was worth the pain.
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Looking around the kitchen, Sam realised that the daylight was starting to dim and he glanced at his watch. Closing the Grimoire, he rubbed a hand over tired eyes.
"I better wake Dean or he won't sleep tonight. You're right though, there's nothing about lifting the curse, we really are stuck with waiting it out."
Bobby shrugged his shoulders.
"That's about the sum of it, yeah. Not unusual though, why would someone knock themselves out creating a way to reverse somethin' that's not permanent?"
"Fair point, but I wish she'd narrowed down on how long the damn thing would last."
"I'm with you there. We could end up with this Dean for the full eighteen days, or right about now, Dean could be lyin' on my sofa wonderin' why he's bein' strangled by a mini PJ top! Guess we just have'ta hope when the curse does wear off, nothin' embarressin's happenin'; like findin' he's bein' bathed by his baby brother."
Sam cringed at Bobby's scenario.
"Just for that, old man, you get to...Oh Hell... Dean! You're awake. Great! Come say hello to Bobby."
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Hovering just outside the kitchen doorway, Dean glared first at Bobby then at Sam, fear mixed with determination on his young face. Shaking his head, he took a couple of steps further back.
"No! I's goin' home...You's bad men. Don' wanna be stangulated...Don' wanna!"
Dean turned tail and ran. He darted past the strange room he had awoken in and scurried along an unfamiliar corridor. Turning a corner he saw what he needed and without hesitation, he ran for Bobby's front door.
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Stunned by Dean's outburst Sam didn't immediately move, instead turning to the visibly shaken Bobby for support as Dean disappeared from view. Bobby raised both hands as if surrendering.
"No point starin' at me son. No way he'll come to me right now, I'm the moron talked about Dean being strangled. It's you that's gotta go after him!"
"I know, you're right. I didn't see him there Bobby, what the Hell do I...? Shit!...Ok...Ok. I got this."
Still shocked by how fast things had changed, and with no idea what to say to put things right, Sam stood up and headed out of the kitchen in pursuit of his little big brother.
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Straightening his baseball cap, Bobby got to his feet and, muttering under his breath, headed towards the refrigerator, grabbing a saucepan on route.
"Thought my days of rustlin' up warm milk an' honey for that young rapscallion were long gone."
The older Hunter slammed the refrigerator door shut and abandoned the pan at a frantic shout from Sam.
"Bobby! He's out! Dean's somewhere out in the yard!"
"Balls!"
Bobby paused long enough to retrieve a torch from the under sink cupboard.
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I'm guessing this isn't how you thought things
might go? I've given myself a telling off, honest.
Chick xxxx