The Shield One-Shots Book 3

Ghosts Of The Past Pt4/Ambrollins

 The rain fell heavily from the moonless night sky, and thunder rumbled menacingly across the sky, a warning that a thunderstorm was lazily making its way across the sky toward the sleeping little town. Inside the small brick house on the corner, every light was off, the only light coming from the fire in the living room fireplace that cast its soft light around the room, causing shadows to dance along the walls. Bobby sat on his couch, the box of photos open on his lap, his hands shook as he looked through his memories but not from old age instead they shook from the emotions that looking at the photos caused him.

 Dean watched him silently from his spot by the window, this was his first time visiting Bobby again in a long damn time and he wasn't prepared for the rush of emotions he felt being back here with him. He had thought about leaving, but being with Bobby, a man he and Roman had thought of as a father, he couldn't leave. So, Dean stood silently watching unseen from his spot, being a ghost did have its advantages at times. He could still see and be with the ones he cared about, without worrying about scaring the hell out of them. As he watched Bobby, he heard the old man sniff and watched as he wiped the tears from his eyes, he wished that Roman was there with him. Dean wasn't good with feelings and emotions, even before he had died he was shit with them, and now that he was dead, he was even worse. That's why he wished that Roman was with him, the big man was good with shit like that, he always knew what to say or do to fix any problem.

 Roman wasn't here though, Dean was on his own, so he took a deep breath and channeled his inner Roman. He then went to the couch and sat down beside Bobby, slowly he reached his hand out toward him until he was touching his back. The second his hand made contact, Bobby jumped up as if he had been burned, spilling the photos all over the floor, Bobby looked around the empty room terrified.

 "Wait, d-did you feel that, Bobby?" Dean asked confused as he looked at his hand before he looked at Bobby again.

 "Whose there?" Bobby demanded scared. "Who are you?" He added as he quickly grabbed the baseball bat he kept behind the couch for protection. "I'm warning you, I'm armed."

 "Bobby, calm down, you're okay, think of your heart." Dean said as he stood and without thinking, he touched Bobby's arm, causing him to jump back and swing the bat. "Whoa, whoa, easy, Bobby, it's just me, Dean. What are you going to do with the bat, old man, hit me with it? I'm a ghost, you can't kill something that's already dead."

 Suddenly, the terrified look on Bobby's face disappeared, and in its place was sadness and heartache, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. A sad smile appeared on Bobby's face as the familiar and comforting scent of Dean's cologne filled the air.

 "Dean." Bobby whispered, his eyes still closed as a tear fell.

 "Yeah, Bobby, it's me." Dean said gently, unsure if Bobby could even hear him.

 "If you're really here, I...I miss you and Roman so damn much." Bobby said sadly as he opened his eyes and looked around the room. "I love you both."

 "We love and miss you too, Bobby." Dean said, his voice cracking with unshed tears.

 Unable to handle the pain any longer, Dean said his goodbyes, left, and returned back to the house. Going into the living room, he found Roman sitting on the couch waiting for him to get back.

 "Hey, you're back." Roman greeted him smiling but noticing something was wrong, his smile disappeared. "You okay?"

 "Fine, I just needed to calm down." Dean replied, pulling his emotions back into check as sighing, he sat on the couch beside Roman.

 "So, I guess that means you saw our tags, huh?" Roman asked sighing too.

 "Yep."

 "It was bound to happen, dude, it's his house." Roman reminded him.