Princes of the Universe (spn)

The home front

Bobby's house

Bobby peered out from under the hood of the car he was working on, and glanced towards Sam again. Sam was sitting on the roof of the impala, swinging his legs back and forth, as he flicked through the pages of one of Bobby's ancient books.

Sam sighed when he noticed that Bobby was looking at him.

"Bobby, you've got to stop worrying. I'm fine," Sam said, snapping the book shut.

"You are not fine - hell, you're a ghost for Pete's sake. You're about as not fine as they come. Of course you had to go and get yourself killed, you idjit."

"Alright, but I'm about as fine as a ghost can be. Look, I'm not going on some kind of revenge fuelled murder spree any time soon, if that's what your thinking"

"Listen, boy, it ain't a coincidence that all the ghosts we've ever hunted - anyone's ever hunted - have been deranged killers. It don't make sense that you would be the exception."

Sam stopped swinging his legs, and sat up.

"Well, maybe there are other ghosts we don't know about, because we only go after the ones which do snap. Look, I think I've found something worth hunting, Dean and I can look it over. "

"Sam, wait,"

Sam had vanished before Bobby could finish his sentence.

"Aw hell. I hate it when he does that"

Bobby went inside and sat down at his old desk, cluttered with notebooks and strange texts.
He didn't know how to tell Sam that Dean wasn't there at all. For all he knew, that could be the straw that broke the camels back. If Sam became upset, or angry...
Bobby didn't even want to think about it. He didn't want to lose Sam again. It had been bad enough the first time.

If only Dean would come back. He left for days, sometimes weeks at a time. Bobby knew that what Dean was doing was probably good - who could deny that heaven was being run wrong? Still, starting a full blown war with heaven was dangerous.

Bobby could trust Dean - he had known him all his life, since before he had gone to hell and come out the other end a demon. But the demons he worked with? God, he missed the days when he just hunted things, and everything was black and white. Now he was taking care of a demon and a spirit in his own house. He cared about them, despite the all bother and worry they left him with.

He could hear Sam outside now.

"Dean, come on, I'm serious," Sam said, then laughed, a sound Bobby was grateful to hear again.

"We can go to the bar later, Dean. Yes, of course, I'll wait in the car - I mean, what else am I gonna do? Shut up, I haven't 'always loved my research', it's just that you're too lazy to do it."
There was a pause.
"Jerk."