Sam slept through until early the next morning. Dean was holding him tight and it broke his heart to extract himself from his partner's grasp especially when that was exactly what he'd been missing over the last few months. He left a kiss on Dean's forehead.
He pulled on his usual clothes before deciding to head downstairs and look around a little more. He'd not managed to have a real look around yesterday so he was determined to actually use his time to discover more about this new time... Old time.
The stairs squeaked as he put weight on them but he'd already started to adjust to that strange feature of the house. Without his microchip constantly reeling noise into his head, Sam could actually hear everything around him and could focus more easily.
He immediately walked to the window but the early morning dew made it look too chilly out there so he resigned and decided to explore some more there later. Instead, he peered around until he found the kitchen.
He couldn't tell whether this kitchen was modern for the time or worn and old. From all the pictures he'd ever seen, old kitchens all seemed too similar for him to differentiate. The work surface was littered with little objects, bottles and devices, each Sam was too scared to touch. He didn't want to mess with anything.
He found an object he recognized, it had made an appearance in one of the older movies he liked to watch. It was a Toaster. Spotting the bread, that Dean used yesterday, Sam pulled out a slice and held it above the machine. He dropped the bread on top of the metal and peered at it for a moment.
"Activate." He commanded when nothing worked. A frown pulled at his brow. He held his bracelet to the machine but it was dead. He sighed. He hit his palm against the side of the machine, "Activate. Form, Cooked bread?"
"Hey! Ya gunna break my toaster." Bobby grumbled from the doorway.
Sam leapt back guiltily and peered down towards his feet, "I'm sorry... I think I broke it."
Bobby cast a critical eye over the device before bursting out into laughter. Sam had lain the bread flat over the top of the toaster. It was bizarre to think that this grown man knew less about toasting bread than a toddler.
"Nah, I don't think so." He chuckled while lifting the bread and placing it into one of the slots. He then pressed down the lever, taking the bread into the machine to be toasted. "It's just all manual here. Nothing much is voice activated, unfortunately."
Sam nodded, already having learnt so much, "Thank you so much for helping me." He beamed.
"Thank you so much for looking after Dean." He stated easily while making together a strong cup of coffee. He needed it if he had to converse with someone at this time in the morning. Usually, he was lucky as Dean didn't normally pull himself out of bed until about 9-10 so Bobby had time to wake up first. "Do you want coffee?"
Sam was hesitant, "Yes, please."
Bobby handed him a cup and Sam took a careful sip, "This is good! Way better than the health stuff we had."
Bobby grinned, glad to see Sam had found something he liked since he'd been told about how the sandwich didn't go down very well.
He peered at the man sipping at the brown liquid as though it held the secret to eternal life. His hazel eyes were turning cross-eyed as he tried to watch the coffee as he drunk.
"Careful, son." He warned. Sam peered up at him with a painfully genuine expression on his face but it was gone too soon, "Don't go burning yourself!"
There was a few beats of silence as Sam seemed to be enthralled by his surroundings and Bobby studied the stranger at his kitchen table. This was bizarre for him, he rarely let unknown faces inside his home but he trusted Dean so he trusted Sam.
"You're different to how I expected." The old hunter commented after a sufficient amount of staring.
Sam looked worried and shifted slightly, "How so?"
"You're big... Massive even. I kinda imagined you as a small fella so you can imagine my surprise when I opened the door to find you on my porch... You're funny too. Dean told me a lot about how smart you are and all about your job but he didn't say much about you. As a person." He seemed to shrug off the overly deep comment and began to pull a few plates from the cupboard to place Sam's toast on.
The hunter knew it was coming so was prepared, Sam wasn't. The future man jumped when the toast popped up from the toaster. Bobby tried to hide the chuckle it sparked in him.
He placed it in front of Sam with butter, jelly and peanut butter. He watched the man carefully. The hunter found it amusing to see Sam ponder over which spread would go down the best. He already seemed to have waved off jelly but it was a kind of weird thing to spread on bread.
He picked butter, the safe option and spread it easily. He took a small nibbled from the edge but lay it gently back on the plate with a look of disgust on his face. Maybe it was the bread which he didn't like?
"Not to your taste?" The old man chuckled while leaning against the counter.
Sam was about to answer when the phone rang. Bobby was immediately there, always on duty, and picked it up.
"Hello?" He glanced at Sam, who smiled back, "Yeah, sure. I'll take a look and get back to you." He hung up. Bobby was always brief and to the point; it was something that many hunters liked about him.
"Look, Sam. I've gotta do some work... But you can..." He was at a loss. It seemed rude to just leave this unknown man sitting here alone but how could he expose someone to hunting?
"What... hunting?" Sam leant his head but clearly wasn't surprised by the idea that Bobby went around killing monsters for a living.
"You know?" He spluttered.
Shrugging, Sam took another sip of the cooling coffee, hiding the smirk, "Yeah, it's not really that secretive anymore. Everyone knows what you guys do so..."
"...Do you want to help then?" It was only research so that doesn't count as pulling someone into the life... Right?
The tall man jumped up and rubbed his hands together, "You bet!"
"Are you serious?" Sam gasped at the piles of books that Bobby revealed hidden under sheets or under desks. He hadn't noticed them on his original tour of the home-library.
"Yeah," He glanced over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "Why? What's wrong with it?"
"You have to search through these whenever you want to find one piece of information..." Sam clarified. There was a look of thoughtfulness upon his features, "You realise everything would be so much easier for you if you just upload this to the Internet..." He gestured at the old tomes on the shelves and books elsewhere in the room.
"You want me to put my life's work onto the Internet?!"
Sam shrugged, "It would be so simple." He walked around the room a little, his eyes scanning the books and papers, "I could do it for you."
Bobby was about to form a protest when Sam interrupted, "I could password protect it so only you have access but you could also choose who can go there so you could give the password to Dean and any other hunter."
"Seriously?" He wasn't great with technology but he hadn't the slightest clue that the Internet could do so much to help him.
Sam nodded, "2012? You guys should have the technology for it... Besides, you can type in keywords and any pages or papers on that topic will show up immediately." He explained to the older man.
"You'd do that for me?" It was rare that anyone really did favors for Bobby especially when the hunter hadn't already done anything for them but Bobby remembered Dean's comment on how Sam was a good person. He was always eager to help others.
Sam shrugged as though it was nothing, "Of course. I'd just need to buy a scanner." He peered around the room just to check if the man just happened to have a scanner lying around the room amongst the rest of the mess.
Later that day~
"Sammy, you've got to stop." Dean mumbled as he tucked Sam's hair behind his ear. The future man seemingly ignored him, bent forward with his fingers typing furiously.
"I will, Dean." Sam muttered as he placed a new page under the scanning machine. He began to type out the key words from the document when Dean held his chin to face him.
"Sammy... Seriously, it's been hours so come for some dinner." The hunter encouraged him but his eyes were pleading.
When they made it to the kitchen, Bobby had just finished laying everything out on the table. There was several different cooked dishes and a plate or two of cold food. Sam's eyes widened at the sight. The old man stood proudly behind his chair, studying the man's reaction. The two hunter's had been planning this since Sam started work on transferring the files. Dean knew his partner well enough to be certain that the scientist wouldn't leave his work station for hours as he always became too dedicated to tasks.
"What's this?" His hazel eyes shot between the two other men in confusion.
A/N
Sorry, this chapter was a little shorter than anticipated but I've been busy working on the beginning of my next unrelated wincest as this is only a few chapters from completion!