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Chapter 14
At Bobby's (part 1)
"Dean, oh come on man! You've made more than enough." Whined Sam.
Bobby only chuckled, 'kids'.
"What have I told you Sam," admonished Dean, "It's for Jo." He put the plate with waffles further from Sam.
"I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I took just one…" After a thought he added, "They really smell divine."
Dean played deaf ear to his brother's flattery. "Bobby, just make sure that he won't touch them."
The old man looked up from the book he was reading. "Ok."
"Am I a three year old?" peeped Sam.
"No, but you act like the one." Cut back Dean good-naturedly.
Observing the brothers over the book, Bobby could have sworn that Dean was one step away from ruffling his brother's hair. That would set off the major fit…The older brother took the glass of water instead and made his way out of the kitchen.
"I'll go check up on Jo."
"Dean," Bobby called after, "treat her with the coffee, it will help her to wake up better than water."
Dean stepped back. One look at the old hunter and he decided not to argue.
"Thanks."
Sam drinking his own coffee smirked.
"Watch it." Mouthed Dean to his brother.
Bobby huffed and returned to the book.
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Bobby didn't see Sam for more than two years. He visited him several times while he was at college (under the radar of course). He respected Sam's decision to let the hunting go. He just felt bitter that it could only be one side decision, and hunting world would not let go so simple. The fact that Sam was in his kitchen today was only the proof.
He saw a young man, easy-going, a happy little brother, a hunter…but looking into his eyes Bobby saw the roots of the deep sorrow. The kind of that could hardly be healed by time. The one just had to learn to bear with it. Bobby saw it because he knew from the personal experience.
Dean. Where should he start?
The brothers were obviously after a serious hunt, more like after a session of hunts.
Their visit wasn't a surprise but when he opened the door and the street lamp showed that instead of two boys he got Dean with a girl in his hands and Sam with three duffle bags…
Dean was adamant to settle the girl first and then all the questions.
Bobby was not happy with that… He wanted to know what he was dealing with. But he had to concede.
Dean…with Dean's layers of clothes and hard exterior you could never tell the extent of his injuries. And the stubborn idjit would keep saying that he was fine even when he was not. But he was standing on his own two feet (like he always liked to point out), bickering with his brother… all right here… but making breakfast. That was a first. It's not like Dean couldn't cook. He could. He just never fussed about it that much. But they all passed the test of holy water…well.
The girl…for who all this commotion was about hadn't undergone his test yet. Though Dean vouched for her, you could never be too sure. That's where coffee went in.
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Refreshment.
This feeling was elusive for so long. She could not remember when was the last time she felt so much rested and ready for the day. And actually looking forward to meet the events of the day. She barely remembered how they got to - she assumed - Bobby's.
It was mostly nonstop road trip. Only absolutely necessary breaks for the restroom. At least from her part.
It was like they didn't want anything else to restrain them from their final destination. Bobby's. A man that obviously meant a lot to the brothers…During the ride they reminisced about the man and stories with him... She must have passed out during one of those stories. Last thing she remembered was the feel of cool sheets and Dean's warm chest as her pillow.
Now she was alone in the bed. The room was bathing in sun. 'If birds start chirping I will worry.' Thought Jo. It would be too perfect to be real. The bedroom didn't have much furniture. And books covered most of the surfaces. They were the furniture. To the left of the bed was a window. Its sill was littered with numerous books that looked really old. Books gave the feeling of being in a library - section 'major research'. They gave away the comfort feeling. There was a chest in the foot of the bed and Jo wondered what she would find there...Books?! She chuckled.
She was in the process of reaching the chest to check her guess when the doorknob turned and Dean came in. Book mystery forgotten Jo felt like her heart started beating faster. She didn't want to admit it but even if the birds were chirping it would still not be perfect. To wake up alone without him was never 'perfect' to her.
His eyes were smiling, his hands were occupied with a cup of something smelling like a delicious coffee and a glass of ...water.
"Good morning, Jo." He made himself comfortable sitting beside her.
"Morning, Dean. Is it coffee?" She reached for the cup.
"Yes and ... It's mine!" He raised his coffee hand higher effectively preventing her attempt to get the beverage.
She frowned. 'He can't be serious.' She thought.
Smirking he passed her the glass of water. "First this." She took the glass watching him carefully.
"The coffee still better be mine." She threatened him half heartedly.
With now free hand he reached inside the left side of his flannel shirt revealing a cloud of wildflowers: white with yellow, blues turning into violet hues melting into pink.
Watching her carefully he put the small cloud of wildflowers into the glass with water that she was holding between them.
She knew that he wasn't looking at the flowers. She met his gaze.
His serious eyes were holding the question.
"Love it." She breathed out.
She saw like her words brought back the hue of 'tease' nature in his eyes.
"Enough, that I could be pardon?"
She touched his cheek tenderly not ready to let go this beautiful moment, that side of him.
"You are always enough." … She whispered.
"Dean! Did she like the coffee?" The loud cry from the downstairs made them startle.
He smashed his hand over his face and rested his head on her shoulder.
He was leaning into her and Jo could feel the silent rambles that were shattering his frame.
"I guess, now I must share my coffee with you." He sounded horse, on the edge of laughing.
He straightened and passed the coffee to her. "Just take a sip."
She looked at him bewildered. "I'll tell you later."
She took a sip. Then a couple of more gulps.
"Hmm, delicious."
"She says it's delicious!" (Was it necessary to cry so loud?!)
"Ok!" a faceless cry confirmed.
After that Dean stood and went to the door. "Enjoy the coffee. We are waiting for you downstairs in the kitchen. It's right on the left when you go down the stairs."
"I'll take a shower."
"Which is to the right. When you go out of the room, pass a couple of doors. Actually I can see you off there. I don't want you to get lost." He carried on jokingly.
"I'll be fine. See you in the kitchen…And the flowers – thanks!"
She swung her legs on the floor; then stood up only to crash on the bed again. She caught herself with her hands on the bed.
"Now, I really insist on you taking the shower under my supervision." He said without any hint of a joke in his voice.
"I am fine. I guess, I just really need to eat something." He reached for the half empty coffee cup.
"Finish it."
She complied.
Then he opened the chest in the foot of the bed. "I always store my bag there. I put yours there too."
"The mystery of the chest is solved." She chuckled, her voice a little shaky. She was supporting her head with one hand and pressing the cup to her lips.
"What mystery?" He sat next to her and put her bag in front of her.
"Nevermind. An inner joke."
"Hey, we are here for this. We'll take things slow. We'll get you in shape. Bobby's like a fortress. Nothing can break in."
"Oh! That's why he asked about the coffee? Holy water?
"Yeah…"
"Oh, I love that man already."
"Seriously though. How are you?"
She tried to stand again. He was ready to catch her.
"I am fine - standing on my own two feet." She tried to joke.
"Is it a sarcasm I hear?"
"Why? Oh, I've stolen one of your lines?"
"Something like this."
"Just help me with my bag please. I don't think that bending will help my unpredictable bouts of lightheadedness."
He put the bag on his knees.
"Definitely better."
He watched her taking out the set of underwear and clothes for the day.
"Why are you torturing me with all this lacy stuff?" He even plunged his hand in her bag to help her choose.
She liked that he was on the light mood of the banter, she needed it more than anything now.
"Ok, so be it. You can see me off to the bathroom and if I am not out within 10 minutes you'll rush in and save me."
"Deal."
She liked that he trusted her with that.
"And say thank you for the coffee to the vigilant man."
-End of part 1-
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