"Bobby, Bobby!" Dean was following him grabbed his shoulder, stopping him before he was even out of the kitchen. "Bobby, we can talk about this."
"What kind of a thing to say is that? There's nothing to talk about."
"What?"
"Whatever you boys've-" paused to frown slightly at Dean, "… have got going on or- well, whatever it is, it has to stop and… and that's all."
Dean's stomach lurched a little.
"Why?"
"Because it's- it's incest for chrissake! What are you two thinking?"
"I don't know, but Bobby, do you think we'd be doing this, do you think I'd be doing this if it was something that wasn't life or death? Because it is. This had been tearing me up three ways from Sunday until we accepted it and you think you can just tell me 'it's wrong'? I've had my fair share of doubts, Bobby, but he's more important than anything to me. He's more important than your opinion of me. So if you're going to tell me I'm a sick bastard, go ahead, but don't you try to take him away from me."
Bobby was taken aback and his face scrunched slightly, "You're not sick, but he's your brother Dean. You can't go taking advantage of your younger brother, that's just not right."
The older man had obviously struck a chord, because Dean faltered and flushed slightly, his steely resolve of certainty morphing into something less firm, something hesitant.
Dean shrugged off the expression and bristled, turning back to Sam.
"Come on, Sam."
Sam walked toward Dean, still facing the floor, and risked a glance up at Bobby, who was still watching Dean.
"Hold up, I want to speak with both of you before you run off on me."
"Sorry, Bobby, we're leaving. Now." Dean's tone was icy. He gave Bobby a cursory nod before proceeding to walk briskly in the direction of the front door, followed closely by Sam, who stumbled on a piece of loose carpet in the doorway, that was peeled back from a tear in the fabric, in his rush.
The older man's voice carried out to them as they strode quickly across the dirt and gravel to the Impala.
"Wait y'idjits! What would John think? Hell, what would your mothe-"
Bobby was cut off by Dean slamming his door closed behind him after he ducked into the driver's seat with Sam following suit.
Bobby continued to call after them from his doorway and watched as Dean revved the engine, pulling away from the front of his house. He waited until the black car was out of sight to lean against the doorframe and sigh before straightening up.
"Those idiots." He let out a strange chuckle and walked back inside purposefully, securing every lock on the door before strolling down the hall, through a couple of rooms, to get to the descending stairway.
He spoke loudly as he bounced down the steps and turned to speak toward a restrained figure.
"Bobby Singer, oh ho ho."
When the person tensed and his arms strained their ropes momentarily, shifter-Bobby's lips tweaked upwards slightly and he stepped more slowly toward him.
"Those boys are the closest thing you have to a family, according to what I can make sense of in your gin-soaked noggin, and now… they hate you. Meaning, of course, they won't be coming back for at least a couple of days, but, knowing them, they will come back soon... well, soon enough."
He reached around the back of Bobby's head and loosened the gag, flinging it carelessly to the side.
"There you go, now you can reply instead of evil-eyeing m-"
"What did you do, you son of a bitch?"
"Touchy, aren't w-
"TELL ME WHAT YOU DID."
Pseudo-Bobby raised his hands in mock-defeat, "Fine, fine, I'll tell you. Sam and Dean, well… they have a thing."
When the shifter was met with a suspicious and confused stare, he sighed.
"They're 'more-than-just brothers', 'brothers with benefits, 'star-crossed lovers', take your pick. They're together." The shifter sounded strange to Bobby's ears. His own voice, yet… not.
"Wait, together together?"
"See, now you've got it! A bit slow on the uptake, but bingo!"
A moment of quiet contemplation was Bobby's response and then he raised his eyebrows slightly, accepting the idea. He didn't see anything wrong with it. Those two only had each other.
"Then what… oh no." Bobby paled slightly.
A shifter threatening him, he could handle. This, he could not.
The shifter smiled coldly, "Oh yes. You told them it was wrong, that it couldn't happen. I'm being melodramatic, aren't I? Oh, well. You also told Dean, quite pointedly in fact, that he couldn't go taking advantage of his younger brother. You told him how it's just not right."
"No, dammit!"
"You should have seen his face. My, my, Bobby boy. They really don't like you now."
"So now what? What're you going to do?" Bobby
"I'm not telling you, but one thing's for sure… I'm not going to hang around with you, so I'll be on my way." The shifter stalked away before pausing momentarily and turning over his shoulder to add, "For now."
((firstly, can I just say that I am really sorry about the gap agh. I was just having the worst block and I literally could not do it even though I have all the free time in the world now that the holidays have started. I felt a bit over the block today and I managed to hammer this out and I've already got part of the next chapter down… I hope it's not bad! There should be the first chapter of a new story I'm doing up within a couple days – lizzy))