Day 02: Christmas shopping, bunker kitchen, Bobby & Mary
Season: Season 12
Additional tags: AU
A/N: I can't believe I wrote five versions of this and I'm still not satisfied! Aaaargh! Even so, this is much better than a lot of other stuff I posted... xD
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Bobby barely manages to set the mass of bulging shopping bags down on the table before collapsing into a chair with a sigh. Mary bustles around the kitchen, starting to unpack the groceries and presents, sorting them into the fridge and cupboards with nervous energy radiating off of her.
She grabs a package of sugar and freezes. She stares at it as if she'd never seen a package of sugar before.
Bobby noisily clears his throat.
Mary sinks into the chair next to him, setting the sugar onto the table slowly before she turns and says: "I'm doing too much, right?"
Bobby hesitates.
"It's just... I missed so many Christmases. The boys, they probably never... John – my John, he... Last time I celebrated Christmas with my sons, things were..."
She trails off, but Bobby finishes the sentence for her: Different. Whole. Perfectly happy.
Bobby's feet ache from all the walking and standing. His back hurts from carrying far too many, far too heavy shopping bags all day. The re-re-runs of the same Christmas songs still echo in his ears and at intervals he keeps smelling the weird scented candles Mary's made him smell at the mall.
Bobby is exhausted – and he hasn't even worked a job.
Dean's going to be happy as long as there's pie and beer. Sam is... well, since Mary's back, he appears to be happier than he ever has.
Bobby wants to tell Mary the truth - "Hell yes you're doing too much...!" – but seeing the pleading expression in her eyes, he bites his tongue and takes a breath.
"I'm sure they're gonna like it."
When he sees how his assurance makes her face light up with one of her rare, bright smiles, Bobby feels he did the right thing.
That is, until she realises she's forgotten some ingredients and asks him to get them.
Bobby groans – inwardly, of course – and grabs his car keys.
There's no turning back now.
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The End