Hello everyone. I am quite proud of this short story. A kind of alternative to Bobby's death that has already occurred but not involving the leviathans (as shown in this story he passed on a hunt). I hope you enjoy feel free to review :D
Long wooden crates rested on the grey carpets of Bobby's quiet abode. No more thick lore books lined his shelves and his entire home was covered in dust. The fireplace was empty; only the black dust of long burnt coal remained.
Celeste filled the crates with straw and watched with sad eyes as Dean and Sam placed the hunting rifles into the various boxes with grim faces. Next they placed the top on and began to nail it shut. Each time the hammer struck the nail further and further into the wood, Celeste could not help but feel this was the end of a great legacy.
Bobby had been a fountain of knowledge; the source for every active hunter out in the field, young, old and retired. He provided the backbone of many cases by posing as the man in charge, deploying his FBI agents to various locations. No one dared question his authoritative tone unless they wanted to arouse a sleeping beast within. But more importantly Bobby had been a second dad to the Winchesters and now that he had passed Celeste had no idea how the boys were going to cope.
As she watched them silently she could feel tears threatening to spill. She fought them back firmly, she needed to be strong for them. Dean sighed heavily as he took a swig from Bobby's silver whiskey flask; perhaps the only other source of joy the redneck had experienced, before passing it to Sam who did the same. Celeste knew how much Bobby had meant to them and vice versa.
"I'm so sorry for your loss," she spoke softly as Dean turned to give her a small smile.
"We should be proud. He died a hunter's death. And he put up one hell of a fight too. Not bad as he swore he would leave his house unless he needed essentials like food as he was retired," Dean said with pride shaking his head as he remembered how stubborn Bobby could be.
"But I would rather have him here with us. I don't give a damn if he went out like a hunter," Sam pointed out as he looked around the small office area that now felt even smaller.
"I know Sam, but I'm just trying to make this a little easier on us all," Dean returned, a hint of sharpness crept into his voice.
"Easier? How is this situation ever going to be easy, Dean? Bobby was like a father to us and now he's gone for good. Especially as you were adamant we burn his bones," Sam growled as he locked eyes with his brother, Celeste gulped and her body became tense.
"Hey, that's wasn't my decision alone. It is what Bobby would have wanted. Besides we know what happens to ghosts Sam, they become bitter and twisted because they get trapped here and they can't move on," Dean shouted as he jabbed a finger in his brother's direction.
"Yeah I get it Dean, vengeful spirits. Sorry for being so selfish," Sam retorted sulkily.
Before Dean could open his mouth Celeste cut in,
"Guys please stop. Let's not fight in Bobby's home."
The brothers exchanged glances before both nodding to convey a temporary truce. Placing a hand on her back, Dean followed them both outside where they took in a lungful of sweet pine scented air.
"I could always fly up to Heaven to see if he is knocking around up there. And if not I could kick those angels' arses because Bobby deserves to have a VIP suite for all of his services down here," Celeste said with a slight wobble in her voice.
Sam chuckled gently and pulled her closer, Dean also smiled.
"That's sweet of you to offer Cel but we are not sure where Bobby has ended up. But we have to hope he is somewhere better," Sam responded gently.
"Sam's right Celeste. I hope the old man has his feet up by a cosy fire doing whatever it is he did in his spare time. He did so much for us and you're right he deserves to be treated like a king," Dean agreed as they all cast their eyes upwards.
"At least his weapons are going to a good home, they are sure going to help a lot of hunters aren't they," Celeste smiled at the boys, knowing that the decision to distribute the weapons to various hunting groups would have been approved by Bobby. He had always had such a giving nature, despite appearing a bit rough around the edges.
"Yep, you bet," Dean confirmed as he took another swig of the silver flask.
"And that flask is going to get a ton of attention too by the looks of it, a five star home if you ask me," Celeste giggled and smirked at Dean cheekily, who scowled at her, pretending to be angry, before lunging and briefly tickling her sides.
"I guess all that's left to say is rest well Bobby," Sam said as he took the flask off Dean and raised it to the air before taking a final swig.
"You were a hell of a dad and hunter Bobby. I'm going to miss you never-ending nuggets of wisdom," Dean announced as he smirked imaging Bobby calling him a moron or the phrase that he had thrown at them on so many occasions with parental affection.
"Don't worry Bobby, I'll look after these two idjits for you. And thanks for being like another uncle to me and a dear friend, you'll stay with me in here," Celeste grinned as she patted her chest, her heart heavy with grief.
The three all held their arms around each other's shoulders as they watched the sun slowly set and they knew that wherever he was Bobby would be keeping an eye on them, so they had better do a damn good job on their cases and not slip up, otherwise Bobby would meet them and kick their asses in the afterlife.